Hello. As most of you avid FF readers may have figured out by now, fanfiction.net has been doing a mass purge of the site and getting rid of a lot of stories that break the rules. When one of my own stories was deleted and my account was suspended for three days, I figured it was just the site moderators going through and doing some kind of routine check. However, when I found out that more and more people were having their work deleted - in some cases, just because the summary was “inappropriate” - something told me I had to look into this. The facts about what’s really going on may surprise you.
The people in charge of this mass deletion of stories are not site moderators. They are normal users of the site like anyone else. If you go to their profiles, you’ll see that they even have work of their own. They call themselves Critics United and they basically have nothing better to do except sit around and comb through the site for any story that has some kind of minor infraction. They then post it on their forum (most seem to be on either this thread or this thread, also here) so that other members of the group can go en masse to the story and not only report it for violating the guidelines, but also bully the author via review.
It’s one thing to quietly report a story that you think has broken the rules without saying a word to the author about it. However, what these people are doing is bullying. Earlier today I screenshotted some of the reviews that they’ve been leaving on the stories they go after, and some of what they say is truly sickening.
These are only a few examples. If you browse through their forum you’ll be able to see just how intense they get. As you can see from the reviews I posted above, these people aren’t just “critics” - they are bullies. The “constructive criticism” they supposedly dole out is anything but - something tells me that true constructive critics would not use words like “shitfic” or “toxic crap.” And by posting the links to these stories in their forums, it enables everyone else in the group to go and bully these authors as well.
(Funny thing is, they complain when the authors respond to them with less-than-pleasant words. I wonder why.)
Anyway, I think something needs to be done. Critics United prides itself on being strict followers of the rules and site guidelines; however, they fail to notice that they themselves are also breaking an important rule - no bullying or harassment. Unfortunately I don’t think there’s an easy solution to this problem, seeing as there’s no way to report specific users - only block them. However, I dothink it is important for everyone to know exactly what is going on. I know a lot of people were upset by what’s been happening, and they deserve to know the truth.
If you have any questions please feel free to message me on here or on my fanfiction.net account. That’s all.
They’re legitimately reporting stuff for being in second person? Let me guess: it breaks the rule that says you can’t involve the reader in the story. Except that’s not actually the purpose of second person.
This is ridiculous.
This is horrible - what this group is doing isn’t constructive criticism, it’s organized censorship and bullying. Jesus.
FFN has allowed this sort of activity by site “users” since at least 2001, if not earlier. They’re inherently untrustworthy and not a viable place for longterm hosting of fics.
I still have 2 AO3 invites sitting around! If you want one, hit me in my ask with the email address I should send it to.
I don’t have any AO3 invites myself, but doing a signal boost.
The fact that the site mods and admins are actually taking action on these reports - likely without even READING the stories in question, is the main reason I’m taking steps to move away from FF.net
I’m going to continue posting my drabbles and gen-fic there until the drabbles are complete (I’m currently at 161 of 221), at which point I will cease posting permanently, and only post on AO3.
I’ve requested a handful of AO3 invites, but they’re being overloaded with requests and server issues currently due to the mass influx of people leaving FF.net so it may take a while, but if any of you authors want to make the move, please let me know. I’d prefer to start giving the invites to people who actually have fic to post, rather than people who just want to interact, since you can comment/kudos on AO3 without an account, and subscribe via RSS.
the FUCK is wrong with these assholes?
Signal boosting this. Holy crap, this is horrible
Anyone who thinks sex education is unnecessary needs only to go on a fanfiction site and see some of the things people think actually work as lube.
Such as Medi-gel.
What’s worse is that they think anal sex creates its own lube like vaginal sex :l WAT. LOL. The walls of the inner anus do NOT secrete slick matter, you childish inbreeds.
I think the worst is when they have sex with no condoms and then think that blood is a lube for anal sex.
Literally makes me gag every time
Guys, guys! I
wantneed some Destiel rp!
I just, like everyone else, have so many feels for this, that I don’t know what to do with them all. I really want to rp Castiel, but I don’t have any good plots/stories in mind…so I’m all open if anyone reading this tag does!
This is what I /do/ want to rp:
Idea 1: Season 4-ish. Castiel is still a full-on angel of the lord. He is having conflicted feelings for Dean. He wants him so bad, but is confused about this thing called “love”. He had also been warned about engaging in such debauchery, so an internal batter commits within him as well. Castiel knows that if he gives into these strange things within him, it will cause for his fall.
Missing an actual plot though (or driving story force).
Idea 2: Season 5-ish. It is after Dean’s has the negative desire to give himself up to Michael and Castiel has that fit with him in the alleyway. Perhaps a bit of an AU here…where Dean doesn’t decide so soon that he no longer wants to say yes to Michael, and Castiel…while angry and depressed, makes it his mission to “get Dean back”.
Also missing an actual plot (?)
Idea 3: An AU based around “Changing Channels”. This is somewhat similar to that Wincest Djinn rp idea wrote about before. Dean and Sam are trapped in TV Land, just as in the episode. Castiel tries to help them out. Instead of Gabriel sending him away; he gets annoyed with Castiel’s constant intervention, so he decides to tweak Castiel’s memory (and/or Dean’s as well).
They are stuck in Doctor Sexy M.D. world, and Castiel’s is Dean’s patient. Castiel doesn’t know that he’s an (fallen) angel, and everything that went on between him and Dean. He does still retain some memory though, only those thoughts are skewed to fit a “normal” life.
Idea 4 (another variation of the Djinn idea): Someone (I won’t reveal who in order to make it more fun for you if the random person reading this wants to do this plot) has messed with everyone’s reality. Dean and Castiel are well aware of what is going on though here. They just don’t know how to get out or how to solve the problem…which they need to do because of the end of the world and all.
Castiel found a way to get into Dean’s fake reality, so that they could try and work together on getting out.
The “normal” and safe world they are in though, starts to be all too appealing to one or the other (we can base it on our writing and where the story goes), and then a problem arises when either Cas or Dean became so that actually don’t want to leave.
So yeah, I’m open to even more ideas if you have any…I just want to write for Castiel, please X3
I don’t rp on Tumblr. I only use it as a means to find the rp partner. I just rp on messenger (I have them all), so if you are interested, please reply or send me an ask/note of your messenger and username :D
I’ll be updating this (probably reblogging) as I get more story ideas too!
Title: Extra Extravagant Stars
Author: Full-on Zombie
Warnings: Slight non-con; Nazis; anal; sounding
Disclaimer: IN NO WAY AM I AFFILIATED WITH THE HISTORY CHANNEL, ANCIENT ALIENS, AND GIORGIO A. TSOUKALOS. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. This is fan made and downright awful, predictable, and cliche. This is a work of satire and parody.
The world seemed so different to Giorgio, because he saw it the way it really was. He only had a few close people he could call his “friends”: other colleagues. They, like him, had their eyes, minds, bodies, and spirits opened up to the truth. While most of the public laughed at them, they knew their axiom, and they were above all.
Giorgio A. Tsoukalos, however, was extra special. He had been abducted by ancient aliens multiple times, while his fellow associates had only been so once. Unfortunately though, Giorgio could never recall the incidents in which the ancient beings took him on their ship, or even their planet! He only had slight memories in the back of his head. He had been told by the great elders, that they had to erase his memory since the world was not ready to hear the absolute truth yet.
The man laughed lightly. The aliens knew him better than himself sometimes. They were really like his real family. They knew that he would be so excited and enthused about everything they showed to him and taught him, that he just wouldn’t be able to contain himself from not telling everyone!
Tonight was going to be another special night. He was going to be taken by the aliens again. Giorgio knew exactly what to do in order for them to come and get him. It was like he had a private line to the beings due to their kindness, for they where not hostile creatures. They have fine ethics due to how advance they are.
The aliens had given him a “special mixture”. They told him to take it every night he wanted to see them and discuss political matters. It would allow his body to become a sort of energy that the aliens could smell. Even if Giorgio couldn’t remember their conversations at the moment, he knew it was crucial to keep in contact with them so that he would have all the information he needed when they decided it was okay for him to spread their message.
One drop…two drop…three drops…
Before Giorgio knew it, he was standing at the base of the ancients’ saucer. There it was, just waiting for him. He always got an erection from the excitement from it all, but the aliens never felt the need to tease about this natural human reaction.
Upon their ship he went. The air within always smelt so fresh and clean. He greeted the universe’s gods, and to space they ascended. “Every time! EVERY TIME!” Giorgio smiled widely as he lifted his hands in speaking, “The stars are just so amazing, no matter how many times I see them!”
“Well, Tsoukalos, we are going to make you see extra extravagant stars tonight!”
Giorgio felt his heart skip a beat. “I could NOT possibly ask for more! Unless you want to show me other solar system’s planets, or explain to me why you caused the moon to rise every night…or, OH! Maybe if you want to teach me the purpose of Mars? Or how about—” His words were cut off by something hard and cold being shoved in his mouth.
A panel in the ceiling slid open, and a machine not of any world one could fathom dropped down. It appeared to be made of different kinds of metals and other unknown elements. Mostly it had tentacle-like extensions. One held a round bulbous addition that forwarded into Giorgio’s mouth, “Mmmmh!!!”
The four of the machine’s appendages grabbed hold of him, clasping around each of his limbs. They lifted him up off the ground and held him so that he was in eagle position.
He stared down at the aliens, droplets of sweat hitting the floor. He felt a mix of fear and excitement. Whatever the aliens wanted with him, he would allow!
“Subject number 269. Proceed with experiment number 2,012.”
A door opened, and out came several individuals that looked simply like human Nazis from World War II. Giorgio’s eyes widened. He was right! He knew it! The Nazis WERE aliens. His hands twitched as he attempted to express his enthusiasm.
Following the members of the Third Reich, came some grayish-looking figures in over-coats that seemed to have constant colors swimming about the ‘fabric’. Giorgio came to the conclusion that these must be the doctors. He knew he was right, because he was always right.
One of the crew-mates pressed a button, and all of Giorgio’s clothes evaporated within a second. His nipples became instantly hard as the ship’s cool air hit against them. This only lasted for a few moments though, because a new stem extended from the top of the machine holding him. The claw of that tentacle held a box-like item with a small opening in it. As it lifted up to his chest, it sprayed out a sort of mysterious liquid that covered his cold nubs.
It made his nipples warm and ever-so comfortable. In fact, the good feeling did not just stop there. The pleasing heat traveled all the way through his body, reaching his penis. The familiar erection he had just a bit earlier upon boarding the ship was back, bigger and stronger than ever.
The alien doctors spoke something in their language, and the Nazis took notes, the contents obscured behind their clipboards.
Then, yet another robot-type arm emerged out from the device holding Giorgio. This time it it held an Anunnaki Sumerian God statue. Giorgio got so astounded by seeing this, that he was able to spit the gag out from his mouth. “Yes! This IS happening! I KNEW my theories of ancient statues to be of your world to be true!” He spoke his thought out loud.
The aliens all looked at one another, a look for slight irritation and boredom on their faces, “Mazda, make sure to upgrade the oral cap.” One of the greys uttered. “Proceed with phase four.”
The arm from the machine that held the box slid around to Giorgio’s back. It sprayed it’s mist upon the rounded head of the Anunnaki statue, and then up it went against his anus. Giorgio bit his lip and did his best to glance behind him as the statue’s head rubbed against his puckering hole, the strange substance that the box expelled on it wetting his entire rear region.
“Is the ancient clay properties of this statue going to give me your wisdom?” With a thrust, the statue was inserted inside of Giorgio’s ass, “I THINK SO!” He yelled as he closed his eyes, “I’m sure you have a divine purpose for doing this! Fill me with your knowledge, oh great ones!!”
In and out of Giorgio’s cavity, the cap of the sculpture went. “Yes! I want all your answers to my questions!”
The Nazis continued to take notes as they watched the display. One of them signaled to the other, and the strange box the tentacle was holding disappeared. What reappeared was an even more perplexing object. It resembled a pen, but slightly different.
“Wh-What is that!?”
The aliens ignored him, and from the tip of the “pen”, small flash of electricity-like matter appeared. Giorgio stared in awe, and the statue from behind ceased its action for now. The hand of the metal arm reversed the figure so that it’s slender legs were then facing the man’s moist hairy ass.
Simultaneously, the sculpture’s legs rammed inward against his prostate as the pen tilted forward and shot it’s electric-like energy straight into his urethra. His whole body quivered with pleasure, as it was nothing like being electrocuted despite the looks of it.
Bewildering just the same, the alluring electronic force acted the same as well by making Giorgio’s hair stand up straight. “Ah! Ah! Am I going to cum??” He questioned, but before any sort of answer could be verbally said, he found himself spewing steamy, thick white liquid all over the alien general’s, Kammler, face.
“Ach!! Das ist ekelhaft!” He yelled in his strange ancient alien language.
Giorgio laid on the cold floor, twitching lightly with crossed eyes as he foamed at the mouth. He was covered in his own cum, lube, a hair dryer, a pocket vibrator, and a single pen. Next to him sat that cup of that “special mixture”, with a label that read “LSD” on it.
“Another good round.” A History Channel producer said as custodians rolled away background sets of a spaceship and stars.
“Easy for you to say…” Another producer mumbled as he threw off his Nazi SS costume and wiped his face of sticky sperm.
“Eh…what about him?”
The man playing Kammler put on his glasses and stared down at Giorgio. “He’ll come out of it soon enough.”
“But his hair man, it’s not seeming to go down.”
“I don’t think he’ll notice. Come on, I need a coffee.”
The next day, Giorgio A. Tsoukalos sat upon his chair in his office with the largest grin on his face. The LSD trip was so hard, that he barely remembered what had happened, but light memories still remained.
The cameras pointed at him, and he lifted his hands to start talking, “Pens! Where did they come from? Historians will claim they were made first conceived by the Indians, but WHERE did THEY get the idea from? I say, it’s beyond the stars…”