spent time poring over "lucky star" and. your use of imagery is stunning i'll start with that BUT DO YOU HAVE TO USE YOUR DIVINE SKILLS FOR SUCH TREACHEROUS THINGS.
i mean i know it was the happy ending we all wish for (eternity with scarjo... i bust a nut) but i haven't read something that interesting in a while because the way you tackle just the idea of leaving and being drawn back (you compared it to fate and the thread of it in greek mythology amazing analogy btw) it really just feels like the ebb and flow of the tide in water
like idk. i felt so happy and sad during this even through the ending (which imma happily pretend is the canon ending thank you) it was so seamless ughlksadlkjas i just needed to gush about this because i've wanted to curl up with a rierie bedtime story for a WHILE now
when i get time i'm gonna check out all ur new stuff because GIRL have you been cooking i am so excited there's so much and i am so ready to consume and analyze and muse over all of it
hope you're doing awesome (and aren't getting tired of this needlessly long message... trust there will be more to come.)
much love, jj, the mizi to your till <3
YOUUU AND YOUR ABILITY TO MAKE ME ACT LIKE A HIGH SCHOOLER, UGH. i genuinely love you so much, and i'm screenshotting this and framing this and and andā
can i just say how it's so interesting and how warm it makes me feel, that you're somehow pulled by lucky star, again? you did the exact same thingāreblog and commentsāabout lucky star during my carienations days.
like, if this isn't fate ... i don't know what to say ...
jj, AAH, I ADORE YOU. thaaank you so much for your lovely words [ sfx sounds of sobbing ]. reading YOU saying all of this about MY work is very special, because like i said a looong time ago, you're one of the blogs that i enjoyed visiting when i was just a reader ā¹ļø
eternity with scarjo ... i bust a nut
ā THIS IS SO FREAKING REAL, EHAJJA, scar!jo is like ... top 3 satoru. people who're saying otherwise are LIARRR.
but, yes! i feel like when you have a deep connection with someone, in situations where death is always knocking on each other's door, actually leaving can be pretty darn hard. especially when something as complicated as love meddling in, uGh.
i can't really see any other scenario where satoru isn't reader's gravity, truly. i'm genuinely sure that their "thread" of life will always find its end to each other, because of this understanding they shared. like, even if it's not romantic, they'll always just ... hover around each other.
HHHHH, i adore you sooo much. i was literally thinking about your best friend!satoru, omg, need to re-read them ASAP. and please, i'll NEVER get tired of you (watch me yap in your inbox, too).
i hope you're doing freaking amazing, my mizi, and don't forget to take care of yourself! muah muah <3
leaving the jujutsu society wasn't easy. putting yourself on the line was your daily routine for the longest time and with all the complexity that came with this line of work, you can't help but choose to step backā wanting to live a normal life. but, leaving that part of your life means leaving the strongest one, star of your life. would fate be kind enough to let you two meet again? ( 2,6k )
notes in red ... i remember writing this because i missed toru, and proceeded to cry after a few paragraphs, lol. still think this is my love letter to him, in a way. anyways, hope you guys enjoy it! reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3
leaving has never been easy.
that's something you've learned over the years as a jujutsu sorcerer, both as the one who's leaving and as the one who got, well, abandoned. and being true to yourself, you always thought you'd last longer than what your mind keeps whispering to you.
however, now you find yourself standing eye to eye with the man who has owned your heart for the longest time. the light of your life, your siriusāsatoru gojoāafter you filed for resignation.
you couldn't see that ocean painted pair of eyes as it's being covered by that blindfold of his. but oh, you can feel the betrayal from his gaze piercing at you, straight to your heart and soul.
"were you ever planning on telling me?"
his voice that's usually as bright as the light he isāat least, for youānow sounds rusted in a way dust grows in between telephone cables. old and abandoned.
for the longest time, you keep finding yourself standing in the old classroom that was once everything. proof of the life you shared with him and everyone else. proof that at one point, you had everything in the palm of your hands.
you never wanted him to find out this way. didn't plan on making him know from a piece of paper rather than your mouth. but, in order to ground yourself to the decision of walking out of this society, you were planning on telling him after you handed in the resignation letter.
why? because you understand that if you told him beforehand, the slightest shift and change from him is able to break down through your resolve. crumbling the wall you had built in the last few months.Ā
although you love him dearly, with everything that's yours, this world you're living in is chasing you down in ways that's suffocating. in a way that you'd find yourself waking up in the middle the night, covered in sweat and trembling.
because no matter how hard you try to push it awayā the reality of the life you're facing as a sorcerer keeps showing its fang at you like a viper, unrelenting.
"i can't keep living like this, gojo."
and may whoever deities are listening help satoru gojo, because in that room that's starting to feel cramped, the man can sense the facade which makes him, him, starting to crackle. he didn't say anything for a while before a sudden chuckle left his lips.Ā
"i see," he said, all the while bitterness is the only thing he can taste on his tongue.Ā
you didn't say anything, didn't make an expressionā only added more intensity to the air that's surrounding both of you. leaving that as the last moment of him before you step away from that city, with more unsaid and unheard words lingering.
satoru gojo is a man of many things.
that one sentence is enough to describe how the man is seen by anyone who knows or heard his name. and to be honest, you agree.
he's absurdly rich, exceptionally smart, ravishing looks from head to toe, musically talented, a sportsman in every field, and the list goes on. there's nothing he isn't, nothing he can't. plus, he's blessed with six eyes and the limitless technique. what a greedy man.
you heard someone say in a passage that satoru gojo was created when god was very much in a delightful mood. he looks like god took the time to sculpt him. the epitome of a human who received blessings from god before they're born. and again, you can't help but agree.
screw the fact that jujutsu sorcerers aren't tied to any belief, this man's existence is the perfect example of god intervening in life.Ā
how could you not? he doesn't have to lift a finger for anything. all he needs to do is say the word and whatever he desires will be served to him on a silver platter. satoru gojo has a life that everyone envies and yearns for, that goes without saying. and really, you're one of those people, at first.Ā
it all changed when he started becoming the honored one.
the man who was said to be the strongest one finally embodied the title after the star plasma vessel mission. it wasn't a whisper waiting to become a reality anymore, it's the truth that no soul can deny.
at first, you can't really tell the way his lips pressed tight whenever someone mentioned how he doesn't necessarily face death everyday as the strongest, you didn't notice how his hand would clench tightly that it bleeds when someone mentioned the life that are lossā it wasn't something catches on during the first few months he became untouchable.
but, when the realization started to settle, the picture of him that was painted on your mind started to blur. becoming a fractured memory, false memories.
as the one with power that could turn the world upside-down, even though he never said it out loud, the burden of wanting to save everyone became something unavoidable. because who is satoru gojo if he isn't the strongest one?
he knows better than anyone that he can't save everyone. it's bound for some lives to be lost along the way and he has planted that sentence in his head ever since he realizes that not every life is able to be saved. satoru gojo understands that. he lives with the heavy reality every breath he takes, where it came to the point that he outgrown the idea of saving everyone.
as long as the blood that's shattered doesn't come from his hands, he'll be fine. he'll learn to live with it no matter how much it strangles him.
because at this point of his life right now, he knows he can't save as many lives as he wants. and satoru gojo is still hanging on to the belief that maybe someday he can, he will. and since you see that part of himā he has become the light of your life, your sirius, your salvation.
"do you ever wish for a different life?" your voice cuts through the silence between you and gojo.
the trees surrounding you dance to the gentle breeze as the air kisses your skin in the most tender way while the sun starts to set down. you two are laid down on the training ground, staring at the golden sky as it slowly enveloped by the darkness, welcoming the night with open arms.
he hummed softly, pondering your question. "i don't know. never really thought about that."
it's true, it never crosses his mind. he was born for this society, after all. satoru gojo feet are already planted down the ground the moment he was born. the man could've left everything behind, but he chose to stay. if he wanted to, he would've flown and roamed around the world. beyond the sky, even. he's more than capable of doing that, after all.
"but, if it's possible someday, i'd love to have a family of my own," a long pause as he carefully arranged his words, "no matter how indifference i amā iām a person with dreams and love, too, you know?"
you stay quiet as his words sink down through your guts. it's a bittersweet thing to hear coming from him.
he was taken away from the love he deserves since the second he was born. the man barely knows his parents, never understanding what it feels to have a home. it's no wonder he craves to have one of his own.
sure, he found family in his friends, the people who lighten up the void in him. but, it's different. far from what he craves. he would explain itā only he doesn't know how to. well, is there any way to explain something he has never experienced?
as you lay there by his side, listening to all the things he buried deep down, while marveling at the way his hair brushes his face, you couldn't help the way your chest tightens in agony.
if this is greek mythology, you would've haunted down the fatesāmoiraiāfor threading this fate on him. and they, most likely, will be throwing you all over the place to make sure you don't mess up the "thread".
but, really, the jealousy that used to creep on you whenever you saw him now replaced with longing and helplessness. longing for him to live the life he yearns for, helpless at the fact that you couldn't change this life that has been threaded for him.
you never thought of him as god's favorite anymore since then. how could you? the man who lies beside you is anything but. satoru gojo almost became the most flawless being ever createdā until god decided he should bear the burden every soul would be shattered under, but him.
the months, almost a year, that passed without him were nothing but misery. and that gnawing feelings only claws you more when he gets sealed.
you didn't have to be there to know how the society crumbled when they lost him. the world tiltedāloses its balanceāin a snap of a finger. something inevitable.
for days after he got sealed, you found yourself engrossed in pottery, desperately trying to recreate his face that your mind started to forget. no, you never forgot about him. you're too far gone to let the man slip your mind. he had bewitched you to ever let him be forgotten.Ā
nonetheless, the fear of him truly slipping away from you was able to make your mind go in a haze. thatās the reason why you suddenly found yourself sculpting his face.
because you can't hold pictures and you physically need to feel your fingers brushing his faceā to hold. so, with no other way, you settle for a replica of his face. and when you heard that he was free from the prison realm, you couldn't help but feel relieved. only to be crushed by the reality of his fight with the king of curses himself.
it was satoru gojo destiny. you understand that with every drop of blood which runs through you.
still, the fear of what-if crawled onto you before you were able to stop it and the more you tried to shrug everything offā the more it choked on you. not with a rope, never. it feels like a scarf, more gentle and delicate, yet still able to take you in one go. leaving you breathless.
the worst possible outcome consumed you so much that you couldn't help but stay the whole day at the studio, staring at his sculpted face. tracing every feature of his with shaky hands.
you couldn't bear the thought of losing himā your star, your sirius, the light of your life.
if the brightest star went dim, how are you supposed to continue living as if the whole world wasn't just blanketed by darkness?
praying was the only thing you could do at that moment. hopelessly wishing to any deities that are listening to grant your wishes. you even find yourself saying things you never thought would leave your lips. "if he's alive and well, i promise iāll start praying. i never wish for anything, so please i'm asking youā"
for him to live.
and as you slowly but surely fall into the deep end even further, with the thoughts that's drowning on you, a voice you never thought you'd hear again echoes throughout the studio.
your eyes that were closed shoot open as your heart stops beating at that single moment.
oh god, if this is some twisted jokeā
he called your name, sounding sweet and claiming. almost standing in the line between praying and begging. and that was your unraveling. you slowly turned around to the direction of the voice, finding yourself standing eye to eye with him.
satoru gojo.
the man stands there with scars across his body, looking disheveled, far from the one you used to see. his eyes wide and locked on you.
your breath heaving as you take in his appearance. trying to decode the figure standing in front of you, clinging on to the hope that he's real.
he took a step closer and that's all it took for you to shed tears. satoru gojo is alive.
your sirius is still shining. and he who used to shine in a way that's scorchingāalmost burningānow in this moment of solitude, shining in a way that makes him glow.
"if i kiss you right now," his gaze fell onto your lips for a second before returning to your eyes. "will you let me?"
he didn't have to ask, truly, because your feet were already moving to him the second he opened his mouth. your arms wrapping around his neck the second he meets you halfway as you feel his lips pressed on yours for a small kiss before he pulls away.
it was only a second before he leaned in, again, and crashed his lips against yours as his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer.
his lips moving against yours with tenderness. a hint of desire tasted your lips along with years of pent-up feelings and unsaid words. and oh god, you melted in the warmth that's his. the man himself moves one of his hands to trace lazy patterns on your back while tightening his hold on you.
something he once thought out of his reach is now in the palm of his hands and satoru gojo can't help but finally feel he's home. not in the traditional sense, a profound way.
you.
the scent of you enveloping him, feels similar to a comforting blanket on a cold night. covering him in the warmth that's uniquely you. and after a while, he broke the kiss to catch his breath as he rested his forehead against yours with his eyes half-lidded. full of longing and affection.Ā
your fingers find their ways to trace the scars that painted his skinā soft and gentle. treating him with the tenderness he always gave to anyone else, he always craved. the way he deserves.
"i was terrified," you whisper to him. your voice cracking a little, overwhelmed by the feelings that clouded you the past few days.
your words weren't answered with words, he answered with a soft kiss press on your temple. and in this moment, it was more than enough.
all his life, satoru gojo has been scattered into many different pieces. something that he has no control over. truthfully, he's not even sure time exists in this world. if it does, he's sure it never moves. but now, with you in his arms, he feels he has just been put back together. with you pressed against his body, time started moving the way they're supposed to.
"... my lucky star, if it weren't for you, i wouldn't be standing here."
you, his lucky star, who keeps hovering around him was the sole reason he was able to fight the king of curses and defy death.
if it weren't for you, he would've been long gone.
standing in front of him is the woman who never left his side and truly sees the person he is. despite never having fully undressed himself, you're able to see right through himā from skin and bones, to his soul. and that was enough reason for him to crawl away far from death, back to you.
in this moment where everything finally falls to where it belongs, finding its rightful place, you couldn't help but feel gratitude to the deities that listens to your prayers and grants it.
while wrapped in the warmth of his arms, you find yourself mentally getting down on your knees, thanking the fatesāmoiraiāfor threading this fate on both of you.
you may have cursed them some times ago. though, with him standing safe and sound in front of you, after saving the many lives he always dreamed aboutā with your pride and ego that's bigger than the sky, you're more than willing to admit defeat and apologize.
"satoru gojo almost became the most flawless being ever createdā until god decided he should bear the burden every soul would be shattered under, but him."
saving that for a rainy day
the concept of like fate and then being like eh. and then gojo rejecting the very concept of fate but also believing in it in a strange way because "my lucky star" SHOOT ME I IWSH HE COULD CALL EM THAT UGH IM MAD AND SAD AND I WANTED A CUTE BEDTIME STORY RIE THIS ISNT FUNNy.
astronaut!satoru returns home, but the flowers have already rotted. gn!reader. iāll let you guess the genre.
your chest aches a little at the bloom of his borrowed youth, by the way. the lines around your eyes bury his stagnant touch under your skin, engraving them onto your bones right where they belong. youāll need something to remember, whether your mind agrees or not.
even though heās given you plenty.
(your hands just donāt know when to stop, do they?)
āhi,ā he rasps, and you zero in on him once again. āiām satoru.ā
āsatoru,ā you say, after a pause. the glass in your hand has long been empty. you wonder when the nurse will fill it up.
āsatoru,ā he affirms, and you weigh out the syllables on your tongueā feeling which tone needs weight and which demands silence. āiām an astronaut. just came back from a big mission.ā
āsatoru,ā your fingers tap idly against the metal rim of the bed. tap. tap. tap. satoru. satoru. satoru. āan astronaut?ā
āan astronaut,ā he hums, eyes darting towards the frame by your bedside. āpretty exciting, huh?ā he takes a moment to steady himselfā the creased prescription paper rotting in his hands.
āsatoru,ā you mumble. āsatoru is an astronaut.ā
āiām an astronaut.ā satoru. sa toru, satoru, sat oru. āand your husband.ā something crinkles behind the supernovaās remnants he has for eyes, and youāre not so sure about anything anymore. āyou remember, donāt you?ā
a pause.
āi remember.ā
satoru?
satoru.
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āiām your āāāāāā ,ā he whispers.
hey. you, the one reading this. tell me one oddly specific headcanon youāve got for none other than the big beautecious blue orbā¢ man, satoru fuckinā gojo. i wanna know how you guys treasure this loser as well.
(for me, itās that he wears reading glasses. donāt ask me to elaborate.)
i see this and think that he gets extremely overstimulated by certain foods (aka pani puri iykyk) and just prefers to say he doesn't like them even though he knows the crunch and liquid and potato and everything is what messes him up deep down š
a/n: pretend satoru hasnāt learnt rct yet okay you have to be soft with me he was just a kid himself :( also pretend you didn't see this earlier
āow!ā satoru winces, muttering under his breath, cursing the pot thatās boiling on the stove. āfu-- damn stove, iād burn you but youād probably like that.ā
thatās the first thing you hear when you wake up from your nap. youāre splayed out on the sofa where you fell asleep by accident, only to wake up to the sound of satoru speaking to himself. well, the stove.
you sigh, eyes still bleary with sleep. sitting up with a yawn, you stretch your arms over your head before you get up to join satoru in the kitchen.
he turns to look at the doorway of the kitchen before you even take a step inside. and heās pouting, rubbing his index finger with his thumb to soothe it.
the strongest sorcerer, by the way. an eighteen-year-old boy who was taught how to utilise his powers and train them, but was never taught basic life skills like cooking.
ābaby,ā he whines, āthe pot tried to kill me. the stove is its accomplice.ā
you canāt help the snort that escapes you, shaking your head at his dramatic antics that never end. you walk over to him and gently take his hand in yours, examining his finger. his finger right next to the one that has a digimon plaster wrapped around it because he accidentally cut himself with a knife the other day.
āyouāll be okay. run it under cool water.ā
satoru lets you hold his hand under the running tap. in fact, he hopes that you never let go of his hand. maybe he should burn himself more often.
āi couldāve cooked, you know. you just came back from back-to-back missions,ā you say, your tone slightly scolding. but your face softens when you notice his tired gaze drag down to the floorboards of the kitchen, a pout still on his lips, shoulders hunched like something is weighing them down.
āyou were sleeping,ā he mumbles, more solemn now. āand i wanted to make sure that thereās food ready before we go pick megumi and tsumiki up from school.ā
āsatoru,ā you say softly, waiting for his eyes to meet yours before you continue, āthe responsibility isnāt all yours. iām here. i always am. even if iām sleeping. weāre doing this together.ā
he sighs, shoulders relaxing slightly. āi know.ā
you turn the tap off and gingerly pat his hand clean with a kitchen towel, and he watches you every second. even as you let go of his hand for a few moments to reach for the first-aid kit in one of the cabinets, taking out a gauze to protect his finger.
āi think iām going to have to keep reminding you, though,ā you say, knowing how stubborn satoru can be when it comes to sharing responsibilities, no matter how big or small. āiāll finish cooking, weāll get the kids, and then youāre going to bed.ā
your tone leaves no room for argument, but of course satoru always finds a way to sneak one in.
ābut i wanna spend time with you, i missed you so much these past few days. who even needs sleep?ā
you look up at him with a raised eyebrow, and he grins down at you, snowy eyelashes fluttering like they do when he wants his way (it works 70% of the time).
āyouāre going to sleep. you havenāt rested properly in almost a week.ā
āiāll rest with you. youāre like my little power bank.ā
āi hate you.ā
āno you donāt. we have kids together--ā
āyou randomly brought them home one day.ā
ā-- you take care of me.ā
ābecause you whine and that doesnāt help anyone.ā
āaaaand you love me,ā he beams, a smile that makes your heart melt in a way that you canāt ignore.
thatās when you donāt say anything; you only stare at satoru and heās still smiling because he already knows. he never needs you to say it even if he professes his love to you everyday.
he knows it in the way you always take care of him, physically and emotionally, being the safe space heās never had. in the way youāve stuck by him no matter what, no matter how hard things have gotten. and a lifetime isnāt enough for him to express his gratitude.
āso itās decided. weāll finish cooking, go pick them up, then spend time together.ā
OMG STOP YOUR BLOG WENT POOF FROM MY FOLLOWING AND I FREAKED OUT š WHAT HAPPENED OMG I WAS SO SAD, I COULDN'T FIND YOUR BLOG LITERALLY EVERYWHERE š
but, omg ... hej, the mizi to my till š
RIE HI OMG IDK WHAT HAPPENED MY BLOG GOT DELETED RANDOMLY IG BUT ITS OK I RECOVERED IT WE BALLLLLLL
hej... fancy seeing you around these parts
I MISSED YOU SO MUCH OMG THERES SO MUCH FOR ME TO READ AND CATCH UP ON I JUST GOT A NOTIF FOR ONE OF YOUR LATEST WORKS AND IM SATTTTTTT CANT WAIT TO READ IT TWIN <3
awh. canāt sleep, sweet thing? cāmere so i can whisper sweet lullabies about satoru and suguru putting you on a pedestal each time you do so much as breathe.
itās not their fault, yāknow. you just had to melt away the rust that clings to their shadows, lapping up the bitter aftertaste of guiltā shunning it aside to plant seeds of devotion instead.
(and oh how they water it with their touch.)
tender touches, but not the gentle kind. no, this one lingers like the ringing silence after a lovesong too sweetā the haunting absence after simply being. it makes you a little afraid, about what would happen if their hands were to leave your sacred skin.
luckily for you, they know how to kiss those worries away.
āgod, look at you,ā satoru murmurs into your jaw, ivory locks tickling your nose. āso pretty. soā so. . you. and aaall for us, hm?ā
behind you, suguru lets out a humā and you feel it snake its way down your throat, softly wrapping its teeth around the silly words that threaten to spill. not to choke youā no, heād never hurt you. but enough to make you still completely. āyou think so loudly,ā his thumb mellows out the tension in your wrist, āquiet now, sweet one.ā
āpretty, pretty, pretty,ā satoru carries on, pressing his mouth against your collarbone. he stays there for a whileā unmoving, perhaps to engrave hushed, saccharine prayers into your bones. you feel every single one, trapping them between your ribs so they could help you sleep whenever they were away.
āand all ours,ā suguru finishes for him, his nose brushing against your napeā breathing you in like a lost sailorās serenade, like youāre the sun and the sea and everything in between, his stolen solace that he canāt bear to see hurt.
their love stings a little, but god if you donāt pick up the broken pieces just to feel it once again.
So should we start taking bets on which blogs are gonna start sucking Edenās peen again. Iām placing my bet on basically every writer who ācalled her outā so satorudollie mimuju madamprissy tonycries indie besidesamour etc etc itās been nice guys but watch JJK tumblr go back to its toxic community since these writers canāt be good people naturally nor can they think for themselves and just be their own person. JJK tumblr needs a whole new restart
dollie and mimuju said they dont associate with her anymore so thats a win! i reposted mimujus statement
yeah no nothing really changed after reading her response cause it was the bs i expected and the only time i was actively agreeing was with myself when i checked things off my bingo card
idk how many times i have to say this
I NO LONG SUPPORT OR ASSOCIATE MYSELF OR EVEN WANT TO HEAR BOOTYHEARTS NAME IN A GLORIFIED LIGHT EVER AGAIN
i have lots of thoughts about her response but iām not involved in any of this drama directly and thus i am not qualified to speak on it. what i will say from an outsider perspective is that no apologies were given, no accountability was held and it was a waste of everyones time
so now that we have Edenās āstatementā i think the other anons can already see why itās complete bs, but i wanna talk specifically about the plagiarism allegations surrounding the Yuta fic because as someone whoās been writing for years, this part bothered me the most.
her defense was basically well i posted one sentence about the idea first, and honestly? okay. fair. you cannot copyright an idea, and sometimes two people really do come up with the same concept independently. that happens. nobody is arguing otherwise.
what i do have an issue with is how she immediately wrote āi encourage people to use my work as inspiration,ā because that very clearly feels like sheās trying to send her goons after Ctrlaltdelilah by implying that they were the one who copied her. which is insane considering the circumstances.
and then thereās the āeven if i had read the ficā. like. girl. why would you phrase it like that unless you did read it? that wording makes it seem like she did, in fact, read Ctrlaltdelilahās fic.
so i went back and reread both fics side by side, and no, Eden did not straight-up copy sentences word for word. but plagiarism in creative writing is not always literal copy-pasting. this falls into structural plagiarism/idea-lifting, where someone lifts the progression, dynamics, specific setup beats, emotional framing, etc. while changing enough wording/details to avoid looking obvious at first glance. which is still plagiarism.
anyway. because i clearly have too much free time, hereās my breakdown:
the meat suit/wearing skin metaphor
Ctrlaltdelilah:
"ā¦he's stuck wearing his teacher's corpse like an ill-fitting suitā¦" / "I'm wearing his meat, puppeting his fleshā¦"
Eden:
"Just the man who wore his skin." / "Knew that the thing wearing his skin wasn't him."
yuta having gojoās memories is canon
nobody is disputing that. but both of these fics make a super specific creative choice: yuta using gojoās spicy memories
Ctrlaltdelilah: yuta purposely digging into gojoās memories
The fantasy had felt so real because heād had Gojoās memories to supply every detail he neededāthe taste of your skin, the sounds you madeā¦
Eden: takes this exact concept and makes it the main focus of her smut
Yuta proved that he had committed to his sensei's memories. He knew exactly how to fuck you on the pink muscle. Where to touch. What pressure.
like iām sorry. be serious. this is not just āsame concept.ā itās the exact same psychological mechanic being reused beat for beat.
the acting and the lie motif
Ctrlaltdelilah: has a chapter called "The Lies We Breathe"
"The lie tastes bitter on his tongue, but he holds you anywayā¦"
Eden: uses this exact framing
'Iām here.' He lied, so sweetly." and "'Iām here, Iām right here, sweetheart.' He lied, so gently.
same emotional cadence. same motif. same emphasis on the lie itself
the not him formatting
okay this one is harder to explain unless you read both fics at the same time like I did but they both use the exact same choppy repetitive formatting to highlight the weirdness of it being gojoās body but yutaās soul
Ctrlaltdelilah:
gasping his name. No, not his name. Satoru.
except in the fantasy it was his name, Yuuta, not Satoru.
Eden:
Your Satoru. / Not your Satoru. / Satoru's body. / Your Satoru's body.
like this is SUCH a specific stylistic tic
playing pretend
Ctrlaltdelilah:
"You know Yuuta must realize what you're doing. You know he must understand that every time you look at him, you're looking through him to the ghost beneathā¦ Every time the grief becomes too heavyā¦ he's there with open arms, letting you sob into his chest, letting you pretend."
Eden:
"I can be him. You can call his name. Pretend he's touching youā¦ 'We can play pretend,' he promised."
again. same dynamic. same language. same emotional premise.
yutaās characterization
as obsessive, intentionally allowing his moral boundaries to decay so he can have his senseiās wife. Eden copies Ctrlaltdelilahās exact characterization of corrupted yuta
Ctrlaltdelilah:
"What kind of person jerks off thinking about his dead teacher's grieving widow? What kind of monster takes advantage of someone's trust like that? Okkotsu Yuuta does." / "He lets himself hold you and breathe you in and pretendā¦ that this is okay."
Eden:
"Yuta shedded his [morals] a long time agoā¦ all he wanted? You." / "Diminishing both the space between you and your shameā¦ 'I'm here,' He lied, so sweetlyā¦ Deceived you with promises that had already been broken."
like at a certain point it stops being āinspirationā or ācoincidenceā and starts becoming somebody elseās entire framework with worse wording.
TL;DR
if you took Ctrlaltdelilahās worldbuilding, psychological mechanics, motifs, emotional beats, dialogue cadence, and characterization choices and shoved it into a smut slop blender, youād get Edenās fic.
HELLO??? YOUR JOJO THEME??? PART 5 IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE PART OMG I LOVE YOU
I'm literally going to combust I SWEAR holy šš the theme looks so good too I cantttt. AND, I REALIZED I DONT HAVE NOTIFS ON FOR YOU??? Feels like a crime tbh, arrest me at this point, turning notifs on immediately
Hope you've been well <3
OMG THANK YOU ASHER!!! LOVELY TO SEE YOU TOO ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
I LOVE JOJOS OMGGGGGGG YAYAYYAYAYAY GOLDEN EXPERIENCE SO TUFF
I've seen the mess going around on jjkblr, and I won't come up here and say that we should send death threats to anyone, first and foremost.
However, I will state that I no longer associate with any of those that consider themselves "moots", "friends" or interacts, in any way, shape, or form, with @sweethearticism. I know people who've had first-hand experience with her and her culty-like community, and I myself have had poor experience with Eden.
It took me a while to come out and say this, but it was because of fear of spealing up. I've always had a problem with Eden, where she'd ignore everything I said, or treat me coldly, and, recently enough, block me and make her cult block me because I called her out on her bullshit.
Though I won't say exactly what happened, Eden and her "friends", or, at least, her anons, sent hate to a mutual of mine for a long while. That's pretty much all the details I can give.
However, when I told Eden's mutuals about the piece of shit, childish behavior of 1. not apologizing and 2. blocking instead of trying to talk it out, her mutuals blocked me, too. It's also important to say that, while all of this happened, a mutual tried to turn the situation into a "woe is me" moment, when our FRIEND was recieving death threats. Not surprised for the weird fucking cult she has. Pardon my french, but I'm still frustrated about it, so I won't hold back.
Said mutuals, then, went ahead to joke about DEATH WISHES and mock the fact that I spoke out about it. link
Eden herself made fun of it, link
I think writing twincest if fucking weird, but if you're writing it, at least PROPERLY TAG IT! If you're uncomfortable calling it INCESET, then that's because you KNOW it's incest.
When I first joined a server with Eden, through another mutual, I thought she was fucking amazing. I spoke to her once, and after that, she treated me like shit. While being all sweet and bubbly with everyone, whenever I'd text, I'd get bland words. As if I was just a weirdo texting her.
Multiple people have told me they also went through this. It's not a one-time thing.
This section is another callout. This is to all of those who still support Eden: you're just as guilty. You're taking part in shaming victims.
YOU. ARE. GUILTY.
If you're not speaking up because of fear, do it. The community to support you is bigger than the bubble wants you to think.
Again, if you follow, interact, or even as much as reblog Eden after knowing everything that went down, I very unkindly ask you to fuck off.
I sound insane, but that's because I've had to see one too many people be bullied either off this app or into near suicide because of @sweethearticism and her fake ass love and hearts.
I'll speak up more if said mutual speaks up. If they don't, I'll offer them the privacy they deserve.
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