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I got this comment on a story from my Other AO3 Account this morning.
(Info redacted because I prefer keeping these accounts separate but no one follows me on the side blog I have for that account.)
The story was posted almost a year ago and is relatively “popular” by my average statistics even though it has tropes and themes that are big turnoffs for a lot of people (hence separate accounts). This popularity is undoubtedly because it’s a Marvel Loki story and that fandom is massive.
So there is obviously an algorithm or a bot scrubbing ao3 statistics and leaving this comment on fics that meet a certain metric with the main character of the fic inserted into the comment.
I had a little time to kill this morning so I decided to investigate further. And y’all this is so predatory. Come on this journey with me. It made me mad. It may make you mad.
First, if you go to Webnovel’s website, you HAVE to choose between male lead or female lead stories before you can go any further. WTF?
And that’s weird, but this gets so much worse. This is basically a pay-to-read site that has different subscription models. Which… okay BUT! The authors don’t get paid! Look at that comment again. They’re promising a supportive and nurturing community, but zero monetary compensation. It’s basically, “post your stuff here so we can get paid and you can get… nice vibes?” I mean look at this Orwellian writing:
Using the phrase “pay-to-read model” in the same sentence as “qualitative changes in lifestyles for authors” deliberately makes you think that you can get paid and maybe even make a living on this website. But that’s not actually what it says and authors will not receive one red cent.
Oh but wait, the worst is still to come. In case this breaks containment (which I kind of hope it does) this is where I mention that I’m a lawyer in the US.
I don’t do intellectual property or copyright law but I do read and write contracts for a living. So I went to look at their terms of service. It was fun!
Highlights the first, in which Webnovel gets a license to do basically whatever they want with content you post on their site. This is how they get to be paid for people reading authors’ writing without paying them anything.
Highlights the second, in which Webnovel takes no responsibility for illegally profiting off of fan fic. This all says that the writer is 100% responsible for everything the writer posts (even though only Webnovel is making money from it).
Highlights the third which say that by posting, the author is representing that they have the legal right to use and to let Webnovel use the content according to these terms. So if a writer posts fan fiction and Webnovel makes money from people reading the fan fiction, and the House of the Mouse catches wise, these sections say that that’s ALL on the writer.
So that’s a little skeevy to start off with but the thing that is seriously shitty and made me make this post was that these assholes are coming to ao3. They are actively recruiting people in comments on their fan fiction. And they are saying they are big fans of the character you’re writing about and that they share your interests.
They are recruiting fan fiction writers and giving every impression that you can make money from posting fan fiction on their site and hiding the fact that you absolutely cannot but they can make money off of you while you try, deep in their terms of service which no one but a lawyer who writes fan fic and has some time to kill will read.
I see posts on here regularly from people who don’t understand how this stuff works, don’t understand that they (and others) can not legally make a financial profit from fan fiction. And there are tons of people who will not take the time to dig into the details.
Don’t deal with these bastards. Fuck Webnovel.
a cool lawyer guy vs a cool cat mage in a catboy tournament and the lawyer is in the lead????
Bracket G Round 1 Matchup 3
Propaganda is allowed and highly encouraged
May the best catboy win!
merry magoland introduces partnership with railways, lines from all over planet popstar introduced
isnt delaware the name of that one person like uh whats new delaware or smth?
hold on a fucking second. delaware is a state?? i thought it was a river? or is the river more important than the state? why don't i know this? (i should mention i don't like in america, i'm just confused)
there is delaware (state) and delaware (river)
both are equally strange
the state is a tiny little cryptid thing
the rive is a monster that spans new york, pennsylvania, new jersey and delaware. also washington crossed it once and that was like kinda a big deal i guess. like crossing the rubicon in rome.
the state tries to me more important with its “im the first state!!!” bs (seriously its even on the fucking license plates) but we all know. its the river.
(id: an image of walter white and jesse pinkman from breaking bad handshaking. jesse is on the left, and walter is on the right. they are both smiling slightly. jesse is labeled “kirby fans”, walter is labeled “splatoon fans”, and the handshake itself is labeled “having a gay shop that’s basically canon but nintendo won’t confirm it even though official content supports it”. in front of jesse is a low-opacity image of meta knight and king dedede, and above him is a screenshot from kirby fighters 2 labeled “sworn partners: king dedede, meta knight”. in front of walter is a low-opacity image of pearl and marina, and above him is a picture of marina’s opinion on pearl from the japanese version of the official splatoon relationship chart, with the translation “maiden in love” in front of it. end id)
I think about this cake every day
im a day late im SORRY
You can only reblog this today.
Day??? of art block: the empty canvas is starting to look like acceptable art to post
Threw some stuff on a canvas 💥💥💥
Those sure are shapes and colors huh
Hey did you know I keep a google drive folder with linguistics and language books that I try to update regularly
Please Don’t Ignore
So I need help. I’ve been here before going back and forth about raising money to get out, but my parents have been controlling me for way too long. I’m 28 years old still trying to get away from my parents. This shit hurts rn, but I want out. My mental dx has been used and exploited as a reason to keep abusing me. I’ve been threatened with a conservatorship despite the evidence that I’m stable.
My belongings have been thrown outside. I’ve been hit, had my hair pulled, and shoved multiple times in my own home. Now I’m injured and can’t attend class bc of this. I got hired, however, my job hasn’t started yet and it’ll take time for me to get paid regularly. My main focus has been reliable transportation but every dollar counts to me leaving right now. Please help!
C*sh*pp: $thediditaylor
P*yp*l: lunar3abe@gmail.com
hey magolor fans
what if i made one of those fckign poll tournaments but people can submit their magolors (as in the way they interpret magolor as a character and theyre all treated like separate characters) and we have them fight TO THE DEATH i think thatd be really funny what do yall think also do i do this on this blog or make a sideblog for it
Reblog if you're not homophobic
Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad.
have you seen the manga? specifically pupupu hero
pride???????/
..what if
Promotional video for my beautiful website.
Please make a post about the story of the RMS Carpathia, because it's something that's almost beyond belief and more people should know about it.
Carpathia received Titanic’s distress signal at 12:20am, April 15th, 1912. She was 58 miles away, a distance that absolutely could not be covered in less than four hours.
(Californian’s exact position at the time is…controversial. She was close enough to have helped. By all accounts she was close enough to see Titanic’s distress rockets. It’s uncertain to this day why her crew did not respond, or how many might not have been lost if she had been there. This is not the place for what-ifs. This is about what was done.)
Carpathia’s Captain Rostron had, yes, rolled out of bed instantly when woken by his radio operator, ordered his ship to Titanic’s aid and confirmed the signal before he was fully dressed. The man had never in his life responded to an emergency call. His goal tonight was to make sure nobody who heard that fact would ever believe it.
All of Carpathia’s lifeboats were swung out ready for deployment. Oil was set up to be poured off the side of the ship in case the sea turned choppy; oil would coat and calm the water near Carpathia if that happened, making it safer for lifeboats to draw up alongside her. He ordered lights to be rigged along the side of the ship so survivors could see it better, and had nets and ladders rigged along her sides ready to be dropped when they arrived, in order to let as many survivors as possible climb aboard at once.
I don’t know if his making provisions for there still being survivors in the water was optimism or not. I think he knew they were never going to get there in time for that. I think he did it anyway because, god, you have to hope.
Carpathia had three dining rooms, which were immediately converted into triage and first aid stations. Each had a doctor assigned to it. Hot soup, coffee, and tea were prepared in bulk in each dining room, and blankets and warm clothes were collected to be ready to hand out. By this time, many of the passengers were awake–prepping a ship for disaster relief isn’t quiet–and all of them stepped up to help, many donating their own clothes and blankets.
And then he did something I tend to refer to as diverting all power from life support.
Here’s the thing about steamships: They run on steam. Shocking, I know; but that steam powers everything on the ship, and right now, Carpathia needed power. So Rostron turned off hot water and central heating, which bled valuable steam power, to everywhere but the dining rooms–which, of course, were being used to make hot drinks and receive survivors. He woke up all the engineers, all the stokers and firemen, diverted all that steam back into the engines, and asked his ship to go as fast as she possibly could. And when she’d done that, he asked her to go faster.
I need you to understand that you simply can’t push a ship very far past its top speed. Pushing that much sheer tonnage through the water becomes harder with each extra knot past the speed it was designed for. Pushing a ship past its rated speed is not only reckless–it’s difficult to maneuver–but it puts an incredible amount of strain on the engines. Ships are not designed to exceed their top speed by even one knot. They can’t do it. It can’t be done.
Carpathia’s absolute do-or-die, the-engines-can’t-take-this-forever top speed was fourteen knots. Dodging icebergs, in the dark and the cold, surrounded by mist, she sustained a speed of almost seventeen and a half.
No one would have asked this of them. It wasn’t expected. They were almost sixty miles away, with icebergs in their path. They had a responsibility to respond; they did not have a responsibility to do the impossible and do it well. No one would have faulted them for taking more time to confirm the severity of the issue. No one would have blamed them for a slow and cautious approach. No one but themselves.
They damn near broke the laws of physics, galloping north headlong into the dark in the desperate hope that if they could shave an hour, half an hour, five minutes off their arrival time, maybe for one more person those five minutes would make the difference. I say: three people had died by the time they were lifted from the lifeboats. For all we know, in another hour it might have been more. I say they made all the difference in the world.
This ship and her crew received a message from a location they could not hope to reach in under four hours. Just barely over three hours later, they arrived at Titanic’s last known coordinates. Half an hour after that, at 4am, they would finally find the first of the lifeboats. it would take until 8:30 in the morning for the last survivor to be brought onboard. Passengers from Carpathia universally gave up their berths, staterooms, and clothing to the survivors, assisting the crew at every turn and sitting with the sobbing rescuees to offer whatever comfort they could.
In total, 705 people of Titanic’s original 2208 were brought onto Carpathia alive. No other ship would find survivors.
At 12:20am April 15th, 1912, there was a miracle on the North Atlantic. And it happened because a group of humans, some of them strangers, many of them only passengers on a small and unimpressive steam liner, looked at each other and decided: I cannot live with myself if I do anything less.
I think the least we can do is remember them for it.
magolor
magolor
Marx wants the jiggle jiggle skin
Absolutely obsessed with this tiktok. buckleboy.
Landing the final blow
auughawiefbuwf i finally have something for wsatw !! (ignore that it's only a drabble djksndf) anyway, this is based off a convo with @passionartx, so she get's half of the credit word count-649 ------------------ Tails always knew to expect waking up to Sonic being somewhere in his house. But this was new. Usually, the highspeed hedgehog was content with using the couch for his naps. But it seemed he wanted something a little more comfortable today. And apparently that something was the fox’s bed, along with using said fox as a blanket/teddy. Now, Tails isn’t one to deny a cuddle session with his big brother. He welcomes it any chance he gets, really! But he’s also got a very busy schedule, and he really needs to start working. It’s already 9am! Wiggling out of the hero’s arms was a no go. Tails had already tried a few times. How did Sonic have such a strong grip in his sleep? Tails supposes he could try waking the hedgehog up, but he really doesn’t want to. His brother needs his sleep, after all. But he also really needed to get to work. “Sonic?” He whispered, turning around so he could face the older. He wrestled a hand out to poke the teen’s cheek, hoping he could stir him just enough to let go without fully waking up. Sonic just grunted and pulled the younger closer, which caused him to huff. “Sonic, please,” Tails tried a little louder, gently shaking the hedgehog’s shoulder, “I need to get up.” The fox couldn’t help but roll his eyes when he received another grunt as the other snuggled into him even more. Who knew Sonic was so clingy in his sleep? Well, Tails did. The teen’s been like this for a good few years. The kit groaned, letting his head drop onto his pillow. He glanced around the room, looking for anything that might help him out of this. He flinched slightly when a sudden drop of something wet fell on his ear, causing it to flick. His brow furrowed, because he’s in his bed. There shouldn’t be anything that can get his ear wet. Glancing up at the now snoring hedgehog, he quickly figured out what landed on him. Drool. “Oh, gross!” No longer caring about letting his brother sleep, Tails pushed against the older’s chest to get out of his arms, “Sonic!” One of the teen’s ears flicked, but he ultimately stayed asleep. Annoyed, the fox grabbed one of his pillows and shoved it against the other’s face, cutting off his oxygen. At least it woke the other up. Sonic shoved the pillow away, blinking tiredly at the younger, “Dude, what–” “You drooled on me!” Tails hissed, pulling back the pillow and hitting his brother with it, “You’re so gross!” It took the hedgehog a second or two to register what the fox was talking about, but he laughed when he did, “That’s what you woke me up for?” “Yes!” The younger looked up at his ear, scrunching his nose, “I was going to be nice and let you sleep, then you went and drooled on me!” “Oh, you poor baby,” Sonic mocked him with a high voice, earning another hit from the pillow for it, which he blocked with his arm, “do you want me to get you a bottle of milk too?” “Shut up!” Tails said, frowning, “I have to go wash up now! I don’t have time for this, I’ve got a lot of work today!” The teen rolled his eyes, albeit with a little fondness, “You need a break from that workshop of yours anyway, bud,” he pointed out, shaking his head. The kit just kept glaring at him, a pout on his face. “Alright, well,” Sonic stretched before hopping out of the bed, “I’ll leave you to your sulking, baby bro.” He said with a wink before promptly dashing out of the room, ignoring the yelling from his little brother. Tails groaned and rolled his eyes, tugging off his gloves as he made his way to the bathroom. Brothers were so annoying.
imagine getting invited to a fun murder mystery game that you KNOW is a game, and then being told to actually shoot your FAKE victim with a poisonous dart and not questioning it just going "o7 on it boss"
alright last ones for today
The funniest lore bit from the murder of sonic the hedgehog
Is that shadow showed up to Amy’s birthday, realized he forgot a present, panicked, tried to over compensate by buying a hyper specific one, failed, than spent the rest of evening trying to hide this had occurred at all
Yet despite that, in generations Shadow didn’t show up or was too busy to attend Sonic’s birthday at all
Meanwhile, Sonic forgot his present, the cake, and his wallet
Daily Doodle 469! While this is technically a spoiler for 'The Murder of Sonic T Hedgehog' and I was hesitant to post it only a few hours after the game came out, it's like. They didn't have to throw in that Eggfam bit, but they did. god bless the devs