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the-sloth-woman · 2 years

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Under the Surface Chapter Three: Confession

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Special thanks to @cattestfanciest for being my beta reader and catching all my typos, as well as offering me plot suggestions and helping with story mapping~

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Summary: After spending the last few decades studying in England, Alrick’s father sends for him to come to America. They just so happen to book tickets on the RMS Titanic, unaware that they’re about to be part of one of the biggest events in history…

Breakfast in the dining saloon was worth the wait. Lilly stuffed herself with baked apples, smoked salmon, and scones slathered in marmalade. It was a relief to have Alrick beside her. The dining hall was filled with upper-class couples whispering over half-eaten bowls of oatmeal.

Every now and then she felt a glance thrown her way. She could hear an occasional hushed remark inquiring about her and Alrick’s absence from the day before. No one was bold enough to confront her about it directly, but the scorn she felt from the gossipy ladies made the hairs on the back of her neck bristle.

Alrick picked at his baked apple and sipped his tea. The silver-plated cutlery had a tendency to make his mouth itchy, so he wanted to avoid using it for as long as possible. He occasionally checked his side to make sure his leather case was still seated next to his chair. It was only when he saw that it had not run off or had been thrown in the nearby fireplace that he returned to picking at his food.

After breakfast, Alrick and Lilly marched down to a comfortable spot on the first-class deck. The demon prince opened his leather case to reveal a small easel and a set of oil paints. Lilly recognized it as one of his traveling paint sets. He frequently slipped it under his father’s nose by pretending it was a case full of important documents. Burai had a nasty habit of burning Alrick’s art supplies whenever he caught the prince drawing.

Lilly watched him set up his tools with ease. The sea breeze whipped his pale hair around his forehead but he paid it little mind. His focus was on the waves that stretched to the horizon. He picked up a pencil and began sketching onto the canvas. His hand darted across the white surface, shaping the ocean out of nothing. In minutes he had captured the view from the first-class deck perfectly.

He started brushing over his sketch with primer when Lilly tucked herself into one of the nearby benches. She could spend all day gazing at the way Alrick breathed life into a blank page. She stared at his back as he painted, watching the way his muscles moved under his shirt.

Her cheeks reddened when she realized just how long she’d been staring at him.

Get a grip, she mentally chastised herself. She quickly grabbed her book and shoved her nose in it for some kind of distraction. Sherlock Holmes was usually good for keeping her busy- Lilly loved a good mystery novel. But she found herself peeking over the well-worn pages every now and then to see how Alrick’s painting was coming along.

“Um, excuse me, Miss?”

She blinked. Before her stood a young man with a round face and a boyish smile. He shifted from foot to foot, his gaze darting to the book in her hands. “Forgive me for being rude, I couldn’t help but notice the book you’re reading. I’m particularly fond of mystery novels myself, and I saw that The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes was missing from the ship’s library,” he gestured to her copy. “I was hoping to ask if you’d let me borrow it after you finish it.”

She swallowed. “I would, if this was the copy from the ship’s library.” She closed the book and ran one finger along the spine. “This is my copy, actually. I’d lend it to you myself, but it’s very old, and I’d be terribly upset if it wandered off while you had it.” The truth was it was a first edition. Lilly had bought the book twenty years ago after falling in love with the short stories published in Strand Magazine. It had taken her ages to find the money for the book, and when she’d bought it she never wanted to let it go. It was one of her few prized possessions.

“Oh!” The young man’s eyes flew wide with surprise. “I’m terribly sorry, I never would have asked if I had known that it was your copy.”

“It’s alright,” she gave him the tiniest of smiles. “I know the Titanic is luxurious, but I wouldn’t expect it to have first editions in the library.”

“It’s a first edition?! How did you get it?”

Shit. She’d let her tongue get ahead of herself. “It, um-” her cheeks burned as she tried thinking of an acceptable lie. “It was a gift from someone.”

The man let out a low whistle. “May I see it? Just for a moment, I promise to give it back.”

“Um, of course.”

She handed the book over with shaking fingers. She didn’t know what she had done to pique this human’s interest but she wished she had avoided it. Lilly wasn’t very good at lying to humans, she always managed to fumble with explaining her immortal idiosyncrasies. She looked over at Alrick, hoping that he’d notice the kind of distress she was under and swoop in to save her. But he was too engrossed in his painting. Nothing short of a storm would be able to tear him away from it, and even then it would have to be a typhoon.

The man turned the book over reverently. “Wow,” he whispered. “I feel like I’m touching a piece of literary history. Do you think Doyle knew how popular Sherlock Holmes was going to be when he first started writing?”

“Probably not,” she smiled in spite of her nerves. “Otherwise he wouldn't have tried so hard to kill him off.”

The man laughed and handed the book back. “I suppose you’re right.” He looked at the book and then back at Lilly. “Forgive me from earlier. I shouldn't have assumed that you had taken that from the library. But you know what they say, ‘When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable’-”

“Must be the truth,” she chuckled softly and finished the quote. “It’s perfectly understandable. I would have done the same if I were you.”

He rocked back on his heels. “Forgive me if I’m being too forward, but I’d love to talk more about books over tea. My name’s Mr. Christman, and if you’re not particularly busy, I hope we could-”

“I-I’m not so sure,” Lilly interrupted, her heart hammering in her chest, “that my husband would be too happy with that.”

The man’s face deflated. “Ah, your husband, of course. He’s welcome to come too, as long as he likes mystery novels.”

“Well, he-” she glanced at Alrick. Did he like mystery novels? She had seen the prince reading often enough, but it was usually classical literature. He must have read the works of Homer and Sophocles a dozen times, but did he like modern books? He liked modern art, surely that must have translated somewhere. But Sherlock Holmes stories weren’t great literary masterpieces, they were mystery novels. Sometimes Lilly worried that once Doyle died his works would fade away into obscurity, like so many authors of the past.

“I’m not entirely sure,” she confessed. “We’re newlyweds. I haven’t had the chance to sit down and read with him yet.”

“We could always ask him.”

Before Lilly could stop him, Mr. Christman stepped back and lightly tapped Alrick on the shoulder. “Excuse me, sir?”

Alrick ‘s head whirled around. His eyes burned like two red-hot coals. His mouth pulled back into an instinctive snarl, and Lilly could make out the shape of his fangs. “What?!”

Mr. Christman flinched. “Whoa, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to disturb you or anything.”

Alrick’s eyes darted around the ship. Lilly knew he wanted to snap this man’s neck for interrupting him. Luckily for Mr. Christman, there were too many witnesses. He ran a hand through his hair, smearing a dab of blue paint onto his cheek. He pulled his expression back into something human. “It’s fine,” he said through clenched teeth. “Is there something I can do for you?”

“This is Mr. Christman,” Lilly piped up. “He wished to invite us to tea later.”

Alrick grunted.

“My sincerest apologies,” Mr. Christman spluttered. “I had no idea you were so focused. Please forgive me for interrupting you, I meant no harm.”

“You should have known better. As you can plainly see, I’m busy,” Alrick huffed and looked at his canvas.

“Right, of course. I was wondering if you and your lovely wife-” he threw a smile at Lilly, “would care to join me for afternoon tea in the café. If you’re not too busy by then, of course.”

“I’ll agree if it lets me get back to painting sooner.”

“Wonderful!” Mr. Christman turned towards Lilly and gave her a small bow. “I look forward to seeing you then.”

She waited until he had walked away before daring to speak with Alrick. He stood before his canvas, muttering under his breath. “Is everything alright…?”

“No,” he threw his paintbrush down in disgust. “I’ve lost my concentration, dammit.”

“I’m sorry… If I had known that was going to happen I would have led him off.”

He began furiously cleaning his brushes. “The idea of you running off with another man is worse than me taking a break from my painting.”

She flushed. “It wouldn’t be anything like that, I just didn’t want to disturb you. I thought-” she swallowed. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to keep distractions away next time.”

She peeked over Alrick’s shoulder at the partially finished painting. Swirls of ocean waves lapped at the edges of the canvas, their crests dappled in different colors of sunlight. “It looks beautiful.”

“It’s getting there,” he motioned to a cabin steward who came and took his easel back to their stateroom. “I’ll need another day or two to finish it. Tomorrow you won’t even be able to recognize it.”

“It’s going to be lovely,” she smiled, trying to smooth over his earlier bad mood. “Oh, you’ve got something there,” she pointed to his cheek.

“Where, here?” he wiped the opposite side of his face.

“No, no, the other side.”

“Here?” Alrick wiped his cheek, smearing the dollop of paint further down his face.

“No, no!” she laughed.

“Tch, you’re going to have to be more specific about what’s on my face.”

“Here,” Lilly stepped closer. She pressed her fingers to the curve of his cheek. His skin was cool to the touch, colder from standing in the wind for so long.

Her heart caught in her throat. Alrick stood perfectly still, like a statue carved from marble. If it weren’t for the fire in his eyes she wouldn’t have believed that he was real.

Lilly brushed the paint from his cheek with her thumb, her fingers lingering on the corner of his mouth. She wanted to cup his face. She wanted to cradle the curve of his jaw, to let her hands trace the lines of his nose, his eyes, his lips…

She jerked her hand away. “There,” her cheeks burned. “All gone.”

Alrick blinked with deliberate slowness, like being pulled from a trance. “Thanks, Lil.”

“A-anytime,” she said. Fire burned in her stomach. Her fingers twitched at her side, longing to reach out and touch him. Would it be so bad if she gave in and caressed his face? Or held his hand?

“Lilly-”

“We should go,” she balled her hand into a tight fist and turned away. She was letting this get out of hand. She was a servant, dammit. She knew her place. Pretending to be Alrick’s wife for a week was allowing wild fantasies to pollute her thoughts.

She wondered if Burai had orchestrated it as punishment. Give her a glimpse of what she truly wanted and then rip it away.

“Mr. Christman is waiting for us,” Lilly lifted her skirts and marched towards the restaurant. She moved so fast that she failed to notice Alrick’s outstretched hand, reaching for hers.

The À la Carte Restaurant was open only to the first class passengers aboard the Titanic. The menu served the best French haute cuisine that money could buy. Unlike the dining saloon, it was open all hours of the day to serve rich patrons whatever their heart desired, be it a simple pain au chocolat or quiche lorraine. Diners were often seen chatting in the reception room before being whisked away to a culinary feast.

So it was highly unusual for three passengers to share a table and look like they would rather be anywhere else in the whole world.

Lilly looked away from the tower of tea cakes delicately stacked before her. Her fingers still burned from the memory of Alrick’s skin. If she moved her leg just a little bit she’d be able to press her knee against him under the table. Alrick’s legs were spread wide, perhaps he wanted her to touch him-

Stop it! she screamed internally. She was going to drive herself mad.

Alrick was deliberately staring at a spot in the far wall. The set of his jaw indicated that he was angry. This was a foolish idea, Lilly never should have agreed to tea with a man who interrupted Alrick while he was painting. She was almost asking the prince to yell at her.

Mr. Christman looked between Alrick and Lilly’s stiff postures. He cleared his throat. “Have you dined in the restaurant before?”

Alrick’s response was clipped. “Not yet.”

Mr. Christman nodded and sipped his tea. “Me either. I do think their selection of finger sandwiches is unmatched. I could eat about a hundred of these roast beef ones.”

“Mhmm,” Lilly could feel Alrick’s eyes dart to her face. She pointedly fixed her gaze to her empty plate.

He tried again. “The décor of this place is very nice too. I like how there’s a different style of dinnerware here than in the main dining hall. Not that I could afford to eat this for every meal,” he gave a half-hearted attempt at a chuckle.

Alrick grunted.

Mr. Christman heaved a weary sigh. He turned in his chair. “I can tell that something unfortunate passed between you while I was making reservations for tea. And I have a feeling that I’m to blame for it.”

Lilly shook her head. “No, it was nothing like that-”

“I’m sorry regardless. Perhaps it would be better to begin again? For example…” He cleared his throat. “Mr. Rosenfeld, I apologize for interrupting you earlier. From what I could see, your painting this morning was exquisite. How long have you been practicing art?”

Alrick blinked. “What?”

“How long have you been painting? You’re very good at it.”

He shifted in his seat. “Since childhood, I suppose.” Alrick’s childhood had effectively ended several decades ago but that was beside the point.

“Ah, I can tell! You have excellent control over your brushstrokes.”

“Thank you.”

“Have you studied at an art academy?”

Alrick snorted. “Hardly.”

“No? Not even for a semester?”

“My father would sooner see me hang than see me at an art school. He thinks painting is a waste of time.”

“I understand that,” Mr. Christman grimaced. “He says that and yet he probably decorates his estates with paintings and fine furniture, right?”

“Yes, yes! He’s an enormous hypocrite.�� But of course-” Alrick lowered his voice in a perfect imitation of his father’s, “‘Art is a poor man’s hobby. The son of a Rosenfeld shouldn’t waste his time with something so frivolous.’”

Lilly’s mouth twisted into a grim line. “You shouldn’t listen to him,” she mumbled.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He pulled his cigarette case from his pants and withdrew a cigarette. “Fancy a smoke?” he offered the case to Mr. Christman.

“Yes, thank you,” he grabbed a cigarette and studied it briefly. “Do you roll these yourself?”

Alrick nodded. He cupped his hand around his cigarette and struck a match. “Every morning,” he said, his face suddenly obscured by a cloud of clove smoke. “How do you know so much about painting? Are you an artist?”

Mr. Christman’s grin turned sheepish. “No, not really. I draw every now and then, but I wouldn’t consider myself a professional.”

“A professional is just someone who’s managed to sell their art, it has no bearing on talent. Have you heard of the Dutch painter Vincent van Gogh? His fame is just beginning, and he only sold one painting in his lifetime.”

“I suppose you have a point, but still-”

“But nothing. I’m right and you know it,” Alrick smirked. “Do you have any of your work on you? I’d be happy to take a look at it.”

Mr. Christman’s ears reddened. “I have a few drawings back in my cabin. But I wouldn't want to waste your time with them.”

He scoffed. “You say that is if my supply of time is limited.”

“Well… Alright, I’ll bring them to you tomorrow evening. I’m stopping by the smoking room for a friendly game of poker with some of the other gentlemen on board. Would you like to join? I’m certain they would love an opportunity to win someone else’s money.”

Alrick’s smirk evolved into a cheshire cat grin. “I don’t know if anyone else will win once I get there. I have notoriously good luck when it comes to cards.”

Mr. Christman laughed. “Then I’ll be sure to keep my bets small around you.”

Lilly raised an eyebrow around a mouthful of cucumber sandwiches. “Tomorrow evening?”

“After dinner, of course,” Mr. Christman assured her. “I wouldn’t dream of trading good food for gambling.”

She nodded quietly. She didn’t particularly like the idea of Alrick spending the night gambling with strange men. She wasn’t afraid of him losing all their money- on the contrary, she was afraid that he’d come back to the stateroom with his pockets stuffed with other men’s life savings. He had the devil’s luck when it came to cards, and he almost never lost. She didn’t want to have to fight off an angry mob of aristocrats who were sore losers.

It wouldn’t be the first time she had to clean up his gambling messes. Lilly remembered one night a few decades ago where she had to literally fight off a gang of English villagers who Alrick had swindled on a full moon. He had ridden through town on one of the horses he’d won, laughing as the villagers followed him with torches and pitchforks. She didn’t like fighting humans in the best circumstances, but she was especially opposed to fighting with those who had good a reason to hate Alrick.

She twisted one of her curls around her fingers. “As long as it’s a friendly game.”

“All games are friendly, Lil. I’m just the friendliest of all players.”

She quickly forced a cough to cover her snort. “Just don’t stay out too late.”

He rolled his eyes. “You worry too much. I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m sure our friend Mr. Christman can put a stop to things if they get too hairy.”

She tried to imagine Mr. Christman pulling angry men off Alrick. It was a ludicrous thought, but she was sure most people wouldn't be able to imagine her doing the same.

But it didn’t matter if Lilly disapproved of Alrick gambling. It was not her place to dictate what the prince did with his time. So she put on her politest smile and simply said. “Then I hope you have fun.”

Mr. Christman beamed at the two of them. He took a sip of his tea and glanced down at his wristwatch. “Oh! I didn’t realize that the afternoon was almost over. Forgive me, but I have an appointment to get to.” He stepped away from the table and brushed crumbs from his suit jacket. “I’m terribly sorry to run, and sorry that we couldn’t discuss mystery novels. But I’ll see you tomorrow evening?”

Alrick nodded and waved him off. He waited until Mr. Christman had left the cafe before turning to Lilly. “Mystery novels?”

She flushed. “He, um, he saw my Sherlock Holmes copy earlier and wanted to discuss it. We were supposed to talk about books, but things were so tense at the beginning we skipped it-”

“What copy of Sherlock Holmes?”

“Er..” Lilly trailed off. She’d kept her book so hidden from Burai’s prying eyes that she must have kept it from Alrick as well. “This one…” She pulled it from her skirts and set it on the table.

Alrick frowned. He picked the book up and turned it over in his hands. “I’ve never seen you with this before. How long have you had it?”

Guilt colored her words. “I- um, I bought it when it first was printed. It’s a first edition.”

He liberally thumbed through the pages. “It’s in good condition for being so old. But I wonder,” he voice tone turned sly, “where did you get the money to buy such a nice book? I can’t imagine my father would have given it to you freely.”

She hung her head, her face in full bloom. “He didn’t. I’d been sneaking coins from trips to the market for a few months before it came out. I don’t think your father even knows I have it.”

There it was. Lilly was more than an envious hag, she was a thief too. She kept her eyes lowered, waiting for the verbal lashing Alrick was about to give her.

He burst into a peal of laughter. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard! I never imagined a goody-two-shoes like you stealing from the Demon King,” he grinned and slid the book back over to her.”

She blinked. “Y-you’re not angry?”

“Angry? Are you kidding? I think I have a newfound respect for you.”

A wave of relief washed through her. “Oh my goodness, I was afraid you’d be livid with me. I know I’m not supposed to do things like steal-”

“Lilly, my father has more money than he could ever spend. What do I care if he loses some here and there? Besides, I’m more impressed that someone as pure as you managed to do it in the first place.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear. “Sometimes when you want something, you’ll do just about anything to get it. Even if it means breaking the rules. You understand that, right?”

“Yeah,” he said, his red eyes meeting hers. “I know just what you mean.”

#under the surface #under the surface chapter three #titanic fic #alrick x lilly #i don't know why i bother tagging this when the tags don't even work because of the links #wish tumblr would FIX THAT #anyway i hope y'all enjoy

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steeklover · 2 years

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Guess who found a new ship to ship...??

#south park #tweek tweak #bradley biggle #tweek x bradley #don't mind me #just pulling ships out of nowhere now #and read the three fics they have under their tag #they need more #it's so cute #what would their name be?#i have no idea #they're just cute nerds in love

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bamsara · 2 months

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Cult of the Lamb x Alice in Wonderland / Alice: Madness Returns crossover AU idea

Taking aspects and aesthetics from each and mashing them together with some tweaks to make up an AU that I may or may not write a multishot chapter fic for. Narilamb included + possible Leshycat

AU summary:

After following a one-eyed rat and falling into Wonderland, The Lamb is captured and sentenced to death by decapitation, only to be saved last second by a mysterious grinning cat.

They learn that they are a Lamb of prophecy: the one to defeat the tyranical rulers of Wonderland: King Leshy, Queen Heket, King Kallamar, and Majesty Shamura to free wonderland from their oppressive rule. The rulers keep an iron grip on this world's inhabitants by threatening with their own abilities, as well as a promise of a monster under their control. Legend says that there was also a fifth ruler long ago, and rumors say that after a argument, that the royal siblings either sealed him away, or fed him to the monster they claim to keep.

Yet no one has laid eyes on this creature in nearly a thousand years. Not that anyone wants to risk that, though.

Making friends and mad allies alike, the Lamb traverses through Wonderland with a three-eyed and constantly smiling cat as their trustworthy guide, who although helpful, shares little of his own motives as to why he's assisting the Lamb in the first place.

(Tags for this AU will be 'Wonderlamb Au')

#Wonderlamb Au #cult of the lamb #cotl au #cotl narinder #cotl leshy #cotl sozo #cotl heket #cotl kallamar #cotl shamura #cotl lamb #doodles #alice in wonderland au

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drev-the-procrastinator · 9 months

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oh. damn that writing sure can resonate with feelings can't it

#a t/oh thing i wrote about flap and hunter post ttt.#fuckin. decimates me. after these three months #u kno losing my dog and my grandma and then my cat all in a fun timespan of under 3 months #i re-read that thing and. oh. oh. how the fuck did you know past me #this did also happen in 2019 when i lost my grandpa #i'd written a thing - home front fic thing - about grief n stuff just a couple months before and then when i read it again after i was like #oh. this character's way of coping with grief? that's me. how the hell did you know past me. h o w #i mean i do keep kinda writing about the same things over and over again so figures it'd happen sooner or later but like. damn #''where nothing can hurt ever again'' GIRL (gender neutral) what the FUVK hghhhhhh #my heart #sht man #can't wait to get this damn thing done someday so i can inflict it on you all #ack oops it ended up in the tag i think sorry everyoneeee

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h-i-raeth · 1 year

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Shadow of dust please! I will request this fic 3 sentences at a time until it is complete 😅

From this

Not that they’d be tempted. They spend the first two weeks after Starcourt so tightly knit you’d think there was a tether between all four of them. It starts with them watching movies to distract themselves until they all pass out in a heap on Steve’s couch, and then Steve making excuses to avoid driving Robin home the next morning, and eventually they just admit that they feel safer when they can see the others, can wake up and see that they’re all fine. When Robin can move a hand and feel Steve’s deep breaths and Steve can look to the foot of the bed at Puck nestled into Lyssa’s ()* fur.

*I'm still quibbing over whether Steve's daemon is a lion or a great pyrenes or a wolf so description will be fleshed out a little more once I make a decision

#wip wednesday #the shadow of dust #directly following up from the previous ask here + continued in the next one #anyway happy to see you back again this week!#Steve's easy in that he's definitely one of those three + Robin is getting a bird known for mimicry but choosing between those 3 options #for Steve has been a subject of much internal debate #and effects the specific bird I choose for Robin because I'd like them to be complimentary #there's another post I put under the fic tag that gets into that debate a little bit more if you're curious

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wubblehrts · 1 year

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my goal is to get people on here to post on the shelby/wilbur tag on ao3 like guys that tag is EMPTY and I'm starving. idgaf what you post I just need sustinance

#wubble #fanfic #when i say anything i mean anything #ive genuinely read all three fics under that tag

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aconstantstateofbladerunner · 6 months

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Fanfic Thieves on Youtube

A collection of youtube channels have been uploading preexisting fanfictions in videos with little to no credit to the original authors. These are not podfics, these channels copy-paste the fics into text-to-speech readers then upload the unaltered audio over static or unrelated backgrounds, either art that is also stolen or mobile game footage. In addition to not naming the authors, they alter the title to make it that much harder for readers to recognize or find the original uploads. Some go so far as to pretend they themselves are creating the fics in question. Many claim that their stealing actually helps give fics "exposure" despite the intentional steps they take to conceal the origins of the fics they profit off of. However, this practice has lead many authors to discontinue fics after the frustration of having their hard work stolen. Many of these channels claim they will remove videos upon request, but will either argue with the author in order to keep it up, or simply unlist the video for a time until they think the author isn't paying attention anymore. And their solution to receiving strikes against their channels in the past has been to further obfuscate the origins of their content instead of even considering asking first.

”I got caught stealing, so instead of not stealing anymore, I’m doubling down on stealing even more so it’s harder for people to find out and prove I’m stealing. Stealing doesn't count if the specific person I stole from didn't call me out. I am the real victim.”

That, plus the incessant tag scumming in all the videos (spamming unrelated tags in order to appear in more search results) proves to me that these are lazy attention seekers who don't want to put in creative effort when they could just leech off of the passion of others.

In order to report them, go to their channel's "About" page and click the flag icon. Said icon might be behind the three dots in the top bar on mobile. Go to "Report User" at the bottom and tick the "spam and scams" button. This will allow you to list multiple videos as offenders instead of reporting them individually. Youtube's policy states that video spam constitutes:

Massively uploading content that you scraped from other creators.

Auto-generated content that computers post without regard for quality or viewer experience.

If you recognize one of your fics among the stolen, say so in the additional comments box, and perhaps call out the channel directly in the video's comments. If you recognize someone else's fic, please let the original author know so they can report the channel as well. Many have been confronted for stealing previously and refuse to admit wrongdoing.

Most of what I've found has been My Hero Academia fics since that's my fandom and those are the ones I can recognize as stolen, but there are many other channels that steal from other fandoms, so I invite anyone and everyone to reblog this with their own findings.

The reality is that this extremely low-effort content and new youtube channels are both very easy to make, so most likely they'll start new channels once the ones on this list are run through. But hopefully, if we all work together and keep whacking these moles, perhaps we can instill that same defeatism they caused so many creators who didn't deserve it, and eventually they'll give up.

My sincerest thanks to everyone who helped bring additional channels to my attention. A special thanks to ao3 user InArduisFidelis who brought the initial attention to the issue, and @owlf45 whose work was stolen.

Links under the cut.

YurikoFanfics - Not only stole content, but acted in comments as though they were the one writing these stories.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@YurikoFanfics

What-IF-Anime - Has the exact same "disclaimer" about not being the original author as the one above. Either they're the same person or the thieves are stealing from each other.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@What-IF-Anime

quirkywhatif7 - Either an alt of the above, or all these people are talking to one another because this one made a community post identical to a comment the one above made in response to being called out (the above screenshots).

https://www.youtube.com/@quirkywhatif7/about

DekuFanfic - It's the same fucking guy again.

https://www.youtube.com/@DekuFanfic/about

InfiniteParadoxfanfics - Nothing notable, same deal as the others.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@InfiniteParadoxfanfics/about

WhatIfAnimeChannel - Admits in their community posts that other people write the fics they post but still doesn't give credit. Migrated to a new channel after issues with youtube, likely being flagged previously.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfAnimeChannel/about

WhatIfAnimeAll - Alt of above.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfAnimeAll

FWNWorld - Makes sure to tell you that the videogame footage is theirs, but can't bother to credit anyone else.

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@FWNWorld/about

WTFW - Claims to have "[A] team of talented writers, voice actors, and artists work together to create immersive fan fiction stories that are sure to captivate your imagination." Just the same test-to-speech stolen content over videogames. So straight up lying claiming that everything is theirs (and that anything they make is quality).

https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/@WTFW

MHA2.0Fanfics - Lots of crossover theft.

https://www.youtube.com/@MHA2.0Fanfics/about

Collerwhatiif - Pretty sure this one is the same guy as the previous 2, also has one for another fandom.

https://www.youtube.com/@Collerwhatiif/about

https://www.youtube.com/@GoJoFanfiction/videos

ko_sensei - Another that claims to have a "team" that makes the stories they steal: " passionate about creating compelling and engaging fanfiction that explores the various "what ifs" in the anime universe."

https://www.youtube.com/@ko_sensei/about

FantasticWhatIf - Multifandom stealing, uses the exact same bs disclaimer as many others.

https://www.youtube.com/@FantasticWhatIf/about

LettuceHeadFanfics - No credit, no acknowledgement of anything. Next one is an alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@LettuceHeadFanfics/about

brocollifanfics - Alt of above, once again admits to stealing with a declaration of "☆If you want to takedown any videos. You can mail us or leave a comment below the video☆"

https://www.youtube.com/@brocollifanfics/about

whatifofficial786 - Focuses on MHA/Naruto crossovers. Identical format.

https://www.youtube.com/@whatifofficial786/about

NotWhatIf - I've lost track of who's an alt of who but yet another identical format, descriptions, and bullshit claims of "enhancing the viewer experience" by putting a robot voice over bootleg fortnite footage.

https://www.youtube.com/@NotWhatIf/about

weebxds - Same again.

https://www.youtube.com/@weebxds/about

ItachiFanfics - Naruto channel, we can at least confirm that this one is run by a human given the rare different descriptions and a real voice at the beginning of videos before the robot comes back.

https://www.youtube.com/@ItachiFanfics/about

WhatIfDN - As if mockingly, a bunch of videos have a "credit" section in their descriptions that is of course blank.

https://www.youtube.com/@WhatIfDN/about

SpiceandBooks and spiceandfiction - Apparently Youtube itself has started picking up on the bullshit, because this multifandom channel is being dinged as ai spam so they started a new one.

https://www.youtube.com/@SpiceandBooks/about

https://www.youtube.com/@spiceandfiction/about

theoriginalastra - Doesn't even bother with disclaimers, the following are multiple alts/potential alts for different fandoms.

https://www.youtube.com/@theoriginalastra/about

SillySenpai12 - Highschool DXD alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@SillySenpai12/about

RosieRealms - Naruto alt.

https://www.youtube.com/@RosieRealms/about

DekuWhatIfs - Potentially another astra alt but not sure, doesn't matter because all these channels do the same thing anyway.

AnimeStark688 - No credits or disclaimers.

https://www.youtube.com/@AnimeStark688/about

Please take the time to report these channels, spread this post around, and reblog with any additional offending channels you find.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #naruto #highschool dxd #the debacle #mha #bnha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #naruto fanfiction

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highvern · 2 months

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Rough

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: Cheol’s hands, fingering, spitting, minor pain kink, pussy slapping, teasing/begging, thick dick cheol, unprotected sex, creampie, minor breeding kink, mating press, soft(ish) dom Cheol, strength kink, he’s wearing a watch and his chain, praise

Length: ~2k

Note: an ode to Cheol's hands, and his c*** i needed a cigarette while looking at pictures of his hands for this fic. everyone rot with me @gyuswhore @wonustars @ourdawnishotterthanourday @seokgyuu

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