Hello, this is idyllis on AO3.
On 22 July 2014, I became aware that my fic, the art of shifting gears (henceforth to be referred to as “Original Work”), had been plagiarised by aomeanie here, under the title my knuckles have bruises from punching you (henceforth to be referred to as “Plagiarised Work”). From the timestamps on both works, the Original Work was published well over a year ago, on 20 October 2013, whereas the Plagiarised Work was published on 22 July 2014.
The following are some excerpts that she has lifted from the Original Work:
“You should have asked for his contact number if you wanted it,” Kagami said, reaching into his bag of chips for more. They were seated on the hoods of their cars, parked right off a road next to an anonymous coast, eating stuff that they bought from a nearby, empty burger joint with absolutely no traffic at all.
“Do you think I should have asked for his number?” Aomine asked when he finally stopped lashing out on a punching bag, pressing his forehead against the eighty pound tattered bag full of sand.
“How should I know,” Kagami set down his weight and sat on the bench beside Aomine. “If you liked him so much, then I don’t see why you shouldn’t have.”
Peeta Mellark and Johanna Mason: a Capitol Couture Exclusive
"Let’s get on with it then," the battle-ax valkyrie huffs, shifting her weight and crossing her legs impatiently. Johanna Mason is as much a stately figure as ever, her long, bespoke skirt an iridescent pool around her feet. Risen from the waters of the magnificently treacherous Quarter Quell arena, her alabaster skin and flowing blonde locks belie the deadliest of instincts.
President Snow, in his perpetually magnanimous manner, saw fit to offer his personal sitting room for our exclusive interview and we simply could not refuse.The gilded room around us reflects glints of Johanna’s ivory ensemble, snaking around her arms in a woven pattern and blooming into a flared collar. Seated next to her is a silent Peeta Mellark, his fitted snowy suit and structured lapels speaking volumes in the ethereal light of the room.
Throughout our conversation, it is heavily apparent that Johanna is the leader in this duo- she leans forward with every question in an ingrained display of bravado.
“We went through a lot in the arena, but what’s important now is that Peeta and I are representatives of Panem- Districts 7 and 12 combining our efforts for a better future.”
It’s a patriotism that is blatantly on display in the new Capitol Living Portraits series, and Johanna positively gushes about the experience.
“I don’t even know how long I was on my feet, but those Alexander Wang shoes made me feel like a cloud on a pedestal. It was a really special day.”
The attention to detail in both Johanna’s and Peeta’s respective ensembles for the Living Portrait series is truly astounding upon closer assessment. The sculptural bodice of Ms. Mason’s dress mirrors the shape and movement of the Panem Seal, while Mellark’s paper collar piece adds to the chiseled-yet-natural theme in both outfits. It is an apt metaphor for a nation built up from the ground, raised by its people into beautifully functional, systemically beneficial government.
“It’s really amazing to be featured in these portraits,” Johanna states. “Peeta and I come from such humble backgrounds- to be representing Panem like never before is such an honor. We are very proud to be featured as the faces of our country.”
I’m laying even odds on this being Watashi or Wareshi arriving, RIGHT NOW.
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Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-Kun ep 3
I was watching this for PERFECT KASHIMA and then I noticed that Kashima switches between ‘ore’ and ‘watashi’ depending on who she’s talking to. ‘Ore’ for things like princely declarations, and then ‘watashi’ for stuff like talking normally to Chiyo and to Hori-chan-sempai.
chippokenabokura: just think ghis kashima obviously knew what a big misunderstanding hori is making
chippokenabokura: but she didnt say anything
chippokenabokura: just got changed right next to him :DDD
Me: i’m just thinking how much of kashima’s prince thing and hori being a princess
Me: is involved in the desire of the girls around Kashima to be princesses
Me: and how she enjoys indulging them
Me: and therefore her own desire to be a prince
chippokenabokura: well she does seem VERY ACCOMODATING of hori wanting to crossdress
Me: so it’s not just about her misinterpreting his desires, but it’s about her acting to please in the way she does best
Me: the best way she knows how
Me: girls pretend she’s a boy all the time
Me: or rather
Me: girls want her to pretend she is a boy all the time?
chippokenabokura: its hard to say
chippokenabokura: a lot of them might just think its hilarious
chippokenabokura: in a good natured kind of way
Me: well i think kashima also thinks it’s more or less hilarious
Me: but it’s still a… posture she puts on
Me: separate from how she seems to really think of herself
TL;DR: Kashima believes that Hori is like the girls around her, who desire her to act as the perfect prince, and her efforts to make him a princess tie into his concept of her- and her concept of herself- as a prince.
Q:Hmmmm. 7 and 23 being protective over, huuuuuh, 20? I wonder if that'll work.
Anon, I was doing this, submissions for which ended this morning after it being open all night. Memes open and close without warning! The last entry from every meme is tagged ‘last and done’, and every single submitted request is completed. Some other time, anon.
Q:2, 7, 23: They are in a zombie apocalypse. Who will last the longest?
Murasakibara, Aomine and Midorima are in a zombie apocalypse. Who will last the longest?
If Midorima manages to hole up somewhere with an endless supply of lucky items he’s set for life. His manga lucky items are more or less household items, I suppose a Daiso would do. But does Oha Asa keep broadcasting? WHO KNOWS?
Murasakibara lives. He just does. He no longer has snacks, but the rage against the zombie invasion for destroying snacks lasts forever.
Aomine probably also lives. He just does. He doesn’t even lose a limb. He probably eats Sakurai just for meat. DAMN YOU AOMINE.
Q:Seven, two, and thirteen have to steal something from nine. What is it and why are they after it?
Aomine, Murasakibara, and Midorima have to steal something from Himuro. What is it and why are they after it?
I want to say, the ball, and because they are in a game, but this…
"Well," said Himuro. "This is interesting."
Shuu glanced at him. “Really?” he said.
"Really quite," said Himuro pleasantly. He smiled at Shuu.
Shuu blinked at him, confused. Atsushi, holding onto the back of Shuu’s shirt, continued to stare at nothing in particular and stoically ignore Himuro. Aomine Daiki had pulled his chair as close to Shuu’s as it would go, and his head was lying on the table taking up too much room with his nose pressed into Shuu’s arm, sleeping. Midorima Shintarou wasn’t quite as lost to dignity as to maintain contact with Shuu at all times, but whenever he had a new point to make- and Midorima Shintarou, as far as Himuro could tell, had an endless fountain of new points- he would reach out his left hand, just a little, and touch the crook of Shuu’s other arm.
Shuu appeared to notice none of this, and carried on the conversation he was having with Himuro about mutual friends in L.A. without a break.
"Oh, Shuu-" said Himuro. He reached out, and three pairs of eyes narrowed at him. "Look, you’ve gotten food on your face," he said, and wiped it from the crease of Shuu’s lips, then sat back and licked it off his own hand.
Shuu blushed, and like a field of delicate wildflowers, red bloomed across the faces of all three of the younger boys, their expressions scandalized.
Himuro, sitting across from them balancing on the cafe’s spindly little chairs, just smiled.
Q://i hope i'm not too late// 3, 5 and 8, what kind of mutant abilities would they have? (can be related to xmen)
I always think of powers as more superheroes- DC and Dark Horse, not Marvel.
Akashi: Is Batman.
Kiyoshi - the standard set of flying brick powers, with some unexplored and largely unknown emphatic vibes- he’s good at controlling a situation, making everyone feel calm, or get them het up. Since it works with emotions, not thoughts, people with purely mental powers tend to be unable to deal with him; since it’s a largely passive ability, it’s hard to know when he’s putting it into effect.
Kuroko: actually does have a Marvel counterpart- Prodigy, David Alleyne, able to absorb knowledge and skills from those directly around him. Also think Peter from Heroes. Kuroko’s a much lower level version, though his ability to ‘access’ and control these abilities improves later in life. Kuroko was deployed only as a surprise trump card, but managed to distinguish himself in the field through resourcefulness and genuine heroism. The misconception is that Kuroko is useless by himself. This is not so.
Four and nine trapped in a closet because five is blocking their only exit.
Takao and Himuro trapped in a closet because Kiyoshi is blocking their only exit.
Takao wedged himself on a shelf to think, shoving the drain cleaner out of the way. He’d gotten used to thinking of himself as short while on Shuutoku’s regulars, and of Himuro-san as short while he stood next to Murasakibara Atsushi, but the cramped truth was that Himuro-san had seven centimeters and five kilograms on Takao and a very small smile which did not bode well, as Takao had learned from observation, for anyone.