i write for random characters/fandoms and celebrities some that are popular and some that donβt get much attention β sometimes old, sometimes small, sometimes just overlooked. a lot of this is self-indulgent, because if i donβt write it, it probably wonβt exist Λβ Λ
this blog is basically a collection of:
β’ x readers & headcanons
β’ blurbs
β’ fluff, angst, and soft nsfw themes (not explicit smut)
β’ whatever iβm hyperfixated on at the moment
thereβs no posting schedule. i write when inspiration hits, not when a clock says so.
important:
β minors dni with 18+ posts
β most of my work is dark/slight horror
β i donβt tolerate rude behavior or entitlement
β this is a hobby space first
requests may be open, but theyβre never guaranteed. i write what clicks.
also i'm open for any character you think i might know. if iβm unfamiliar with them, i donβt mind doing a bit of research to get a feel for the character before writing β as long as itβs something i can reasonably work with.
if you enjoy niche content and character-focused writing, youβll probably like it here. if not, thatβs okay too.
sfw. psychological horror | manipulation | mind games
credits: @/yoursoob @/angeliicide
void stiles β at first he just knows what you're going to say. eventually, you're no longer sure the thoughts were ever yours to begin with.
Thereβs something deeply unsettling about the way void listens.
Not while youβre speaking.
Long before.
At first, it feels like coincidence. Youβll pause to think of the right word, only for him to say it first with a lazy smile, as though he simply beat you to it. You reach for your coffee just as he slides it across the table. You turn toward the window seconds before he casually remarks that you were about to check if it was raining.
It happens often enough to make you notice.
Not often enough to make you panic.
Not yet.
He starts finishing your sentences after that. Sometimes he gets them right. Sometimes he gets them almost right. When he doesn't, he'll laugh softly, shrugging as if he were only guessing.
"Close enough."
You tell yourself he's observant.
He's always been observant.
That's all this is.
Until he starts answering questions you never asked.
You'll glance toward the door for half a second, wondering whether you should leave, and he'll tilt his head with that infuriating little smile.
"You don't have to."
The words stop you cold.
You hadn't spoken.
You hadn't even moved.
He simply... knew.
You begin paying attention to yourself after that. Every habit. Every expression. Every nervous glance. You wonder if maybe you're easier to read than you thought.
Maybe everyone could do this.
Maybe you're the strange one for only noticing now.
Then one evening you're sitting across from him, turning a thought over in your head before deciding whether it's worth saying aloud.
He watches you.
Patiently.
Almost fondly.
"You were going to say no."
The words are so casual they barely register.
You blink.
"No?"
He nods once.
"I asked if you trusted me."
You frown.
"You never asked me that."
"No," he agrees pleasantly. "I didn't."
Silence settles between you.
You open your mouth, ready to tell him that's exactly what you were thinkingβthat you were trying to decide whether you trusted him enough to ask a question that's been bothering you for weeks.
Instead, you stop.
Because now you're not sure.
Was that what you were thinking?
Or did he just...
Plant it there?
Your hesitation is brief.
Barely noticeable.
He notices anyway.
His smile grows.
Only a fraction.
Only enough that you realize he'd been waiting for it.
"Yes," he murmurs quietly.
"You were."
After that, everything feels wrong.
You catch yourself second-guessing your own thoughts before you speak them, wondering whether they're yours or if he's simply become so good at anticipating you that there's no difference anymore. Conversations become exhausting. You start changing your mind halfway through a sentence just to prove he can't predict you.
He adapts.
You deliberately reach for the book on your left.
He hands it to you before your fingers get there.
You decide not to answer a question.
He responds with the exact words you would've used.
You stay silent all afternoon.
He smiles more than usual.
"You think louder than you realize."
It isn't the confidence that unsettles you.
It's how rarely he's wrong.
Days pass, and you begin noticing something even worse.
You're no longer surprised when he knows what you're about to do.
You expect it.
You find yourself waiting for him to speak before making decisions, catching yourself searching his face to see if you've guessed correctly.
It's subtle.
Small enough that you don't notice it's happening until one afternoon you reach for your jacket, only to stop halfway because you're waitingβ
Waiting for him to tell you whether you actually wanted it.
He watches your hand freeze.
His expression softens into something almost proud.
"There you are."
You look at him, confused.
"I was wondering how long it would take."
Your stomach sinks.
He isn't pleased because he guessed correctly.
He's pleased because you stopped trusting yourself before you trusted him.
And somehow...
he never had to convince you to do it.
He only had to know you well enough to let you convince yourself.
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sfw. dark fantasy | possessive themes | unhealthy dynamics
credits: @/yoursoob @/angeliicide
loki laufeyson β there is something deeply unsettling about being chosen by a god β because gods donβt admire what they love. they claim it.
There is something deeply unsettling about being noticed by a god.
Not admired. Not desired.
Chosen.
It begins with small things. You catch him watching you from the edge of grand halls, emerald robes pooling around him as nobles and servants alike pass without earning so much as a glance. His attention never seems to wander for long before finding its way back to you. At first, you convince yourself you're imagining it. After all, why would someone like Loki care about someone so utterly ordinary?
Then he starts appearing wherever you are.
Not often enough to seem deliberate, but enough that coincidence begins to lose its meaning. A quiet library where you thought you'd be alone. Palace gardens at dusk. Empty corridors long after everyone else has retired. He never announces himself. He's simply... there, as though he'd known exactly where you'd be long before you arrived.
When he speaks to you, it's with a patience you've never seen him offer anyone else. The sharp wit remains, as does the ever-present smirk, but beneath it is something quieter. Attentive. He remembers every insignificant detail you mention in passingβthe books you enjoy, the flowers that make you stop during walks, the stories that make you laugh. Weeks later he'll reference them so casually that it leaves you wondering how closely he'd been listening in the first place.
The palace begins to feel smaller after that.
People hesitate before approaching you now. Conversations end the moment he enters the room, not because he's interrupted them, but because his presence alone changes the air. Courtiers who once greeted you warmly suddenly remember pressing engagements elsewhere. Invitations disappear. Friendly conversations become brief, awkward things, each ending with nervous glances over your shoulder.
You tell yourself it's because they're intimidated by him.
You don't realize they're intimidated for you.
Loki never acknowledges the change. If anything, he seems pleased by how much quieter your days have become. He fills every silence effortlessly, weaving stories of realms beyond your imagination, asking thoughtful questions about things no one else ever cared enough to ask. Somewhere along the way, you stop noticing how few people speak to you anymore.
One evening, you finally ask why everyone has become so... distant.
He looks at you for a long moment before smiling.
"They're wise enough to recognize when something is beyond their reach."
The answer unsettles you more than it should.
Later, during a royal gathering, someone new approaches you. They're kind, polite, blissfully unaware of the invisible line that's been drawn around you. They make you laugh onceβjust onceβand before you can answer their next question, a familiar voice cuts gently through the conversation.
"There you are."
Loki doesn't raise his voice.
He doesn't threaten.
He simply steps beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours, his presence swallowing the space between you and everyone else. The stranger falls silent almost immediately, eyes darting between the two of you before quietly excusing themselves.
Loki watches them leave without a word.
Like he expected nothing else.
Only then does he turn back to you.
His fingers lift beneath your chin with impossible gentleness, encouraging you to meet his gaze. There's no force behind the gesture. No urgency.
Only certainty.
"You are wasted on mortals," he murmurs, his thumb lingering just beneath your jaw. "They cannot begin to appreciate what stands before them."
The words should feel flattering.
Instead, something cold settles in your chest.
Because he doesn't sound jealous.
He doesn't sound lovesick.
He sounds... convinced.
As though this isn't a confession, but an undeniable truth.
You take a small step back.
He lets you.
But his smile doesn't falter.
It almost widens.
Like he expected you to need time.
Like your reluctance was always part of the story he had already written.
And for the first time, you understand why his attention has always felt so heavy.
Gods don't admire things the way mortals do.
They collect them.
They protect them.
They build temples around them until the rest of the world forgets they were ever free to begin with.
And when Loki looks at you, there isn't a trace of doubt in his eyes.
α²πΌ you learn not to ask where heβs been β because whatever he does out there never follows him inside, except for the certainty that itβs why youβre still alive
α²πΌ he saves people like it matters β not because it does, but because somewhere out there, youβre still alive, and when he finds you again, he needs you to believe heβs a hero.
α²πΌ you almost escape the daycare. almost. he boxes you in with gentle hands and a brighter-than-necessary grin, reminding you that he decides when itβs closed.
α²πΌ everyone else is a number, a file, a voice on a tape β but he remembers your name. and that means something. it has to.
α²πΌ at first the cameras feel normal β until he starts knowing things you never said out loud, and you realize heβs been watching long enough to memorize you.
miles quaritch β itβs not jealousy β jealousy implies doubt, and quaritch has never once questioned whether you belong beside him.
Quaritch doesnβt flirt.
Miles Quaritch claims.
Slowly. Quietly. In ways subtle enough that people donβt notice until itβs already happening. A hand settling at the back of your neck when he guides you through a crowded room. His body stepping into your space whenever someone stands too close. The way he answers questions directed at you before you get the chance to speak for yourself.
At first, you tell yourself it doesnβt mean anything.
Heβs protective with everyone, right?
Except he isnβt.
Not like this.
Not with the way his attention sharpens anytime somebody looks at you for a second too long. Not with the way conversations seem to die the moment he walks up beside you. People start avoiding eye contact after realizing who you spend your time around, and Quaritch notices every single time.
He likes it.
Thatβs the unsettling part.
You see it in the tiny shift of his expression whenever someone backs off too quickly. The quiet satisfaction in his eyes when people stop touching you, stop lingering near you, stop acting like you belong to yourself instead of beside him.
And he never outright says it.
Never tells you what you are to him.
He just acts like the answer is obvious.
One night, someone from the base gets a little too comfortable. Too friendly. Their hand brushes your arm while theyβre talking, smiling at you like Quaritch isnβt standing twenty feet away watching the entire thing unfold.
The conversation doesnβt even finish.
You feel him before you hear himβhis presence suddenly behind you, large enough to swallow the space whole.
Then his hand settles against the back of your neck.
Firm.
Possessive.
Not enough to hurt.
Enough to move you.
βCβmon,β he says casually, steering you away without waiting for your response.
The other man laughs nervously. βRelax, Colonel. We were just talking.β
Quaritch stops.
Slowly, he turns his head just enough to look back at him, and the entire atmosphere shifts with it. Not anger. Not shouting.
Something colder.
Certain.
βYou got a problem with me?β he asks.
The room goes silent.
Because everybody there understands something youβre only just beginning to realize yourself:
proceed at your own risk, since this post mentions eden's history of harassing people until they deactivate, sending death/rape threats, plagiarism, her history of writing incest, stepcest, rape, etc. do NOT @ or harass anyone who is tagged in this post, do you want to be just as bad as eden's goons? I didn't think so. This blog isn't associated with any blog linked below, I'm only a public writer for the bllk fandom. Not jjk.
Eden, sweethearticism, or satorusstupidgirl, or cherry, whatever you go by now, don't ignore this post as "anon hate" as I just want you to address and clear the room for these accusations. Everyone had room to grow from past mistakes, and that can be YOU TOO! Growing comes with TAKING ACCOUNTABILITY. Some of the things listed below are just speculations, but some things are PROVEN TO BE TRUE.
IF YOU HAVE ANY MORE INFORMATION ON THIS TOPIC, SEND AN ASK OR DM THIS BLOG. YOU WILL NOT BE NAMED IN THE UPDATES.
Her secret "dark" content side blog.
she, along with some of her mutuals like @/satorucest have secret side blogs where they post incest, rape, pedophilia content about the JJK characters. This is ALLEGED so far, as she has not admitted to this blog.
The blog in question is @satorusstupidgirl and was called out first on this post.
which made eden deny the allegations in a now deleted post/comment, as you can only see anons mentioning that she denied it was her from this post. These are allegations and cannot be proven to be fully true, but taking just one look at the Satorustupidgirl (SSG) blog and you can see that it's EXTREMELY similar to the way eden pastes her layouts. See below; 1st pic is old layout, 2nd was recent layout, 3rd is SSG layout.
Layouts alone don't prove anything, so look further into the comments of SSG's pinned post and you find @/torucest. This post isn't made to call out aomi, because torucest is in fact @/satorucest and is proven by their own post here. Satorucest is mutuals with eden and on their side blog, torucest, they mention their mutuals having secret side blogs as well, on this post.
This leads to the bigger theory that eden IS cherry, connecting the dots between their main accounts being friendly AND their secret side blogs. Further proof.
making a dark content side blog isn't what this section is focusing on though, this section is focusing on the fact that eden prides herself on being uncomfortable with incest and proships, but having a secret side blog like this.
Eden posts about her OC Satoshi (not getting into the whole "eden doesn't own the gojo twins because I frankly dgaf, but she does accept compliments about people saying she's the creator and doesn't correct people... ahem. she does give credits when people straight up ask though ig, link) but when she was asked about marking her gojo twins posts with "tw incest," she was incredibly defensive and said it made HER uncomfortable so she wouldn't do that because it's not incest. Seen here.
my own opinion but I don't get how you're uncomfortable with labelling twincest as twincest when you write rape and incest on your other blog Eden... I don't get why she even got so upset, the anons weren't even that rude, she got pissy and started calling them the c-word, you could FEEL her seething from the screen.
Lying about being uncomfortable with taboo topics to gain a large audience, and then having secret blogs like this is harmful. You are deceiving people of who you are Eden. If you wish that people respected your rules, why can you not respect theirs? Speaking form experience, I was once mutuals with eden. I had clearly states that I was uncomfortable with pro shippers and anyone who wrote or liked incest, rape, or taboo fanfiction, and clearly states in my rules for people of that nature to block me and not engage with me. Eden followed me anyways and acted as a sweet friend, deceiving me and many of her other followers.
Anyways, multiple creators have called out the gojo twins having sex at the same time as twincest, such as this creator. Twins getting off to the idea of the other one having sex in any sort of way is inherently incestuous behaviour, not that twins dating the same person is incest.
Her response to mimuju getting an anon ask about eden writing twincest was to say that she was going to blacklist people that thought it was incest. Yes. You read that right. She, someone with other 20k+ followers and a huge influence, was blacklisting smaller writers just for DISAGREEING WITH HER. Seen below.
This section was made to call her out on hypocritical behaviour and how she blacklists people, not to say that she is disgusting solely for writing dark content.
2. Plagiarism
This section is not allegations, as Eden has stolen multiple ideas/fanfictions and when getting called out, has promptly deleted her work with no explanation or simply deletes comments calling her out. An innocent person wouldn't delete a random ramble of a potential fanfic if they knew they hadn't stolen any ideas.
This fic about Gojo's body being taken over by Yuta, and Yuta having intercourse with reader, is stolen from AO3 from this creator. The idea isn't popular and is incredibly different but was written before eden, and yet Eden pops out with a generic smut drabble about Yuta having intercourse with reader that reads like an ai version of CtrlAltDelilah's work.
Despite being someone that often replies to hate anon's and constantly is in drama, she never replied to any of the accusations that she stole this fan fiction. Multiple anons in both the tojioffline accounts have admitted to sending her asks as anon, asking about the stolen fan fictions, but she never replies to them and focuses on her fans.
Another note she copy and pasted was from a gojo x megumi account, where the author themselves called out eden and instead of apologising, she just deleted the post and acted like nothing happened. The post she stole and deleted after @/thedarknesseater-revived called her out, and the original post (tw for gofushi).
Mind you, she never apologised. She just quietly deleted it. That's not okay in any world. This part is important because it's not the fact that she "stole" an idea, as you can't steal fanfic ideas in a literal sense, but that she copied it word for word, no credit, and when called out by the original creator, she didn't apologise or own up to it, she just deleted it like it would go away forever. You may think that she privately apologised but the original poster clearly stated that they called her out and blocked her, only realising she deleted the post a day after when an anon informed them.
This begs the question, how many past times has this happened and went unnoticed? How many times has eden stolen from smaller blogs and either gotten away with it, or been called out and just quietly deleted it?
@sweethearticism is stealing fic ideas very pro intellectual?
in regards to her deleting anon asks, take it from the owner of this blog, I sent multiple kindly worded asks, just asking her if she truly stole those fanfic ideas. She never answered those asks, despite her claims of never ignoring asks. link
The thing is, she literally responds to hate asks as well. She screenshots them and calls them out on her blogs for being false or being rude. So... why did she ignore the plagiarism accusations? Is it because they were true?
This stuff is even more annoying because she feels protective over ideas that aren't even hers to begin with. The portal pussy concept she got upset about? It's been done and written a million times before, yet she acts as if she's gonna be the first writer to do it and that other writers shouldn't write a portal pussy concept before her. LINK & LINK
This section has extreme importance because it is her blatantly stealing ideas, not just petty drama that you can excuse. You can be proship and STILL acknowledge that stealing fan fictions is WRONG. Not even Saetoru did this shit, saetoru could actually WRITE.
3. Sending hate as anon
This section is alleged. Nothing in this section has been proven factual, but multiple people have come forward that eden has either sent hate, or has encouraged/done nothing to stop it.
This section is a collection of allegations from different anons, don't take everything as factual evidence, only look at the sheer amount of different alleged experiences.
anon 1
anon 2 (has pictures and evidence)
anon 3 (has pictures)
anon 4 (to be provided, as it's currently in my inbox as an ask).
4. THE BLUUKIVE INCIDENT
I've made sure to put this incident second to last, and I will not be summarising or explaining anything as the people involved did not want to be tagged or harassed. Though, I am mentioning it because it IS important to discuss in regards to Eden's problematic actions.
PLEASE DO NOT TAG OR MENTION BLUUKIVE. DO NOT SEND HATE OR EVEN BRING THIS UP TO THEM, AS PER THEIR REQUEST.
the fall out
what happened (seen in picture below)
anon 1. anon 2.
4. MONETISING FANFICTION
btw monetising fan fiction is literally illegal, so much for the intellectualism that eden prides herself on.
taken from reddit -
"Writing as a hobby for fun and to share my ideas with other people isΒ completely differentΒ from writing for a job for profit. I'd never paywall my stuff, even if I could, because it defeats the entireΒ pointΒ for me. I'm having fun! I'm sharing! Putting a paywall reduces the ability to share!
Also it justΒ feelsΒ icky and arrogant. "Only those willing to give me money are worthy of reading MY writing."
Now, do I think it would be nice if fanfic writers were allowed to have the equivalent of a tip jar? Sure. But paywalling specifically just feels wrong to me.
That said, I personally never subscribe to a Patreon unless I specifically want to support that creator,Β regardless of what 'bonus incentives' they might offer.Β I could get exactly zero personal benefits as a subscriber, and would still be subscribed to all of the Patreons I already support. So I know that's a personal thing, not a common one." - LadySandry88.
"Fanfiction is a thing. Fans so love a story that they just canβt get enough of it, so they create their own storyline from it. Honestly, itβs good writing practice! But it isn't original work, it is derivative work. It canβt be legally sold because derivative work without proper licensing is a copyright violation." - William D. Richards.
All this information and how monetising fan fiction WILL bring the death to fan fiction culture (AO3 getting paywalled, ads, having to pay for EVERYTHING nowadays) and yet eden doesn't address this and sell pattern exclusive fan fictions.
What does Eden's pattern provide? Fanfictions that we don't know if they were stolen or not, and access to a discord server with her if you pay 10 dollars a month. I wouldn't even be hating on the discord server thing as much if it wasn't for multiple people coming forward that eden DOESNT TALK IN HER OWN SERVER. Her mutuals check in on people, and Eden herself is barely active, despite being on Tumblr 24/7. This is literally just scamming your fans for a below average experience. anon saying she's not active 1, Anon calling eden out on not being active in the discord 2, anon calling her out 3
6. ETC (COLLECTION OF ACCUSATIONS/CRITIQUES)
Sweethearticism is mutuals with a raging pro shipper, and someone who constantly reuploads art without the original artists permission (like a content farm) link
She reblog things like this but never addresses any of the valid accusations against her. She also states that she doesn't interact with fandom drama in her rules but I think we all know that's a blatant lie.
borderline pedophilic fanfics that have no warnings given despite bordering on the line between grooming and abuse. (callout because there's NO warnings) link
she was ran out of the diabolik loves fandom because of drama (guessing she stole a fic or acted entitled again.. smh) link
somehow blames the rising drama from people being neurotypical? As if there wasn't drama before with saetoru, before she was even a blog. link
her trying to make many many mutuals because she had a falling out with another creator. link
she's fake & supports small blogs so that they're dedicated to her. link
generalised post explaining what she's done link
If you have read this and want this information to be more publicly know, please reblog this post and tag your mutuals NOT random big writers.
7. UPDATES
UPDATE 1: She blocked me in a record breaking 55 minutes of this post being up.
UPDATE 2: Thank you for the kind asks about this post, we will not be answering any asks publicly as to not put a huge target on your back. Both the tojioffline's saw this post and I've gotten some asks to reword my plagiarism section due to one of the authors being uncomfortable with it. Please do not harass anyone mentioned in that section especially.
UPDATE 3: My inbox has been spammed by multiple people thanking me, and because of the support, I've decided to let the comments be open. To answer some asks, she has not blocked this blog on all her blogs, but I fear that if I leave any asks on her other blogs, she'll just block me there too without taking any accountability. There has been rumours that eden is also aomi/satorucest, but these allegations are baseless because why would eden even make 2 different dark blogs if SSG was already a secret? ALSO: PLEASE DO NOT HARASS @/SATORUCEST, harassing people like this reflects badly on this post and @/tojioffline2, as it makes blogs like these that are meant to call out writers be associated with hate trains. DO NOT HARASS ANYONE MENTIONED IN THIS POST, either block and tell your mutuals to block, or follow them if you want to support them (like the authors that were harassed by eden).
