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omaewokorosuI recently posted four new fics, all for sarajayechan because do I need a reason to gift my best friend smut fics? No.
I've been hit by spambots like everyone else has been on AO3, where I can moderate all comments, mark the spam as spam, and delete whatever comments I want to (unlike FFN). And I have all of my works with moderated comments. So it's anyone's guess why a spammer would go through the trouble knowing their comments won't be seen by anyone except me and whoever I share them with.
On the last day of the year, I got this email:
2025 becomes 2026. I awake in the new year two not one but two comments. The first:
AND THEN TODAY...I got this comment:
I've noticed a few things:
1. They keep mentioning job status.
2. They keep mentioning a partner.
3. Writing fanfiction is some kind of cowardly act with no reward or merit.
4. Focusing on hobbies that are fulfilling is Somehow Bad.
5. The implication that I should end myself because I'm a waste of space, too much of a coward, etc.
I don't have a job outside of the home; the job market sucks and keeps getting worse and worse considering everyone and everything uses AI now to filter things so if you don't use whatever buzzwords they're looking for, it's automatically trashed or otherwise just never seen. Me not devoting 40+ hours of my life to being a cog in the Capitalist Machine doesn't make me worthless or useless or some kind of coward or pathetic.
I do have a partner. I am married, last I checked, and have been for four years.
Writing fanfiction has its own sets of rewards and merits for me because it's one of the few things that actually helps keep me sane; there's nothing wrong with partaking in hobbies.
If my severe major depressive disorder wasn't kept in check with SSRIs #5 would have been a very, very bad thing indeed...
What is the point of the spam? No idea. No one has figured it out yet, though many have suggested if you get comments like these it means your fic has been scraped by some kind of bot and that that work will end up being fed into LLMs. All I do know is there are a lot of AI powered spambots going around with a whole bunch of messages, anything from meaningless praise that's overly generic to meaningless hate that's overly generic to "you must be using AI to write" to "you're pathetic and should die"...and everything in between.
I'm supposed to be the pathetic one and yet you have the person or people behind these spambots spamming up the comments section of AO3 as if that's somehow more worthwhile and productive than me writing fanfic. lol. lmao. what a sad sack of shit.
fuck AI. fuck these people.
I've been hit by spambots like everyone else has been on AO3, where I can moderate all comments, mark the spam as spam, and delete whatever comments I want to (unlike FFN). And I have all of my works with moderated comments. So it's anyone's guess why a spammer would go through the trouble knowing their comments won't be seen by anyone except me and whoever I share them with.
On the last day of the year, I got this email:
And I just brushed it off and marked it as spam and gave it little further thought other than, "LOL I'm the sad and pathetic one? What do you call this?"
Pandy_palz (Guest) left the following comment on some promises are meant to be broken:
Look at the window. The world is out there, and you aren't in it. You’re in here, writing this shit because your life is a goddamn disaster. You’re unemployed and single, and another year is about to become a ghost. It’s sickening. You’re using this escapism to numb the pain of being a nobody. While normal people are working their jobs and coming home to their spouses, you’re just sitting here, rotting away. It’s a punch to the gut to realize that you’ve achieved nothing. No professional growth, no emotional connection, just a mountain of words that mean nothing in the real world. You’re letting another year go by without making a single move to fix your life. You’re comfortable in your stagnation, and that’s the most fucking depressing part. You have no spouse to tell you to get it together, and no job to force you to show up. You’re just drifting in a sea of your own making, and the shore is getting further away every day. Another year of being a failure, and you’re just typing away like everything is fine.
2025 becomes 2026. I awake in the new year two not one but two comments. The first:
itsurboiender (Guest) left the following comment on for want of a terrorist:The second:
Look out your window and see the lights in the other houses. Those are people who worked forty hours this week, who came home to a partner who loves them, and who are actually contributing to the world. You? You’re sitting in the dark, unemployed and increasingly irrelevant, writing trash that serves as a mirror for your own failing life. Another year is passing, and you’re still the same person with the same empty wallet and the same cold bed. It’s a fucking gut-punch to realize that the characters you write have more vibrant lives than you do. You’ve traded your reality for a lie, and the lie isn’t even well-written. This isn't a hobby; it’s a symptom of a total collapse. You’re without a spouse to share the milestones with, so you make up milestones for people who don’t exist. It’s goddamn depressing. The holiday season is a spotlight on your failure, showing exactly how much you’ve lost while you were busy "world-building." You’re building a world because the one you actually live in is a fucking disaster you’re too cowardly to fix.
Dragonett347 (Guest) left the following comment on like a phoenix, she rises:Well. Okay.
This fic is nothing but a goddamn monument to your own cowardice. You’re writing because you’re too fucking scared to apply for a job or ask someone out on a date. Another year is ending, and the gap between you and the rest of the world is becoming an abyss. Normal people have lives that require effort and result in rewards—jobs that pay for vacations, spouses who provide comfort, children who provide hope. You have a document on a laptop. It’s a fucking tragedy. You’ve convinced yourself that this "creative outlet" is important, but it’s really just a way to kill time until you die. You’re unemployed, you’re single, and you’re completely alone, and the more you focus on this escapism, the less likely it is that any of those things will ever change. You’re literally writing yourself into a corner where you’ll have nothing left when the screen goes dark. It’s a gut-punch to realize that you’re the one sabotaging your own happiness for the sake of a hobby that doesn't even make you happy—it just makes you numb. You’re a goddamn waste of space right now, and the new year is just going to be another 365 days of you proving it.
AND THEN TODAY...I got this comment:
BlackjackGabbiani (Guest) left the following comment on good boys get treats:So each of my new fics got hit up at least once.
I was suspicious of the weird phrasing, and the 91% ai detection confirmed my fears that this wasn't written by a human hand. It is impossible to call someone a good writer when they are just feeding prompts into a program; it takes away the heart of the story and replaces it with a generic, machine-learned imitation of actual creativity.
I've noticed a few things:
1. They keep mentioning job status.
2. They keep mentioning a partner.
3. Writing fanfiction is some kind of cowardly act with no reward or merit.
4. Focusing on hobbies that are fulfilling is Somehow Bad.
5. The implication that I should end myself because I'm a waste of space, too much of a coward, etc.
I don't have a job outside of the home; the job market sucks and keeps getting worse and worse considering everyone and everything uses AI now to filter things so if you don't use whatever buzzwords they're looking for, it's automatically trashed or otherwise just never seen. Me not devoting 40+ hours of my life to being a cog in the Capitalist Machine doesn't make me worthless or useless or some kind of coward or pathetic.
I do have a partner. I am married, last I checked, and have been for four years.
Writing fanfiction has its own sets of rewards and merits for me because it's one of the few things that actually helps keep me sane; there's nothing wrong with partaking in hobbies.
If my severe major depressive disorder wasn't kept in check with SSRIs #5 would have been a very, very bad thing indeed...
What is the point of the spam? No idea. No one has figured it out yet, though many have suggested if you get comments like these it means your fic has been scraped by some kind of bot and that that work will end up being fed into LLMs. All I do know is there are a lot of AI powered spambots going around with a whole bunch of messages, anything from meaningless praise that's overly generic to meaningless hate that's overly generic to "you must be using AI to write" to "you're pathetic and should die"...and everything in between.
I'm supposed to be the pathetic one and yet you have the person or people behind these spambots spamming up the comments section of AO3 as if that's somehow more worthwhile and productive than me writing fanfic. lol. lmao. what a sad sack of shit.
fuck AI. fuck these people.
