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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 rofl.

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. How many past times has this happened and went unnoticed?

@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

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. 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.

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)

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

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 is completely different from writing for a job for profit. I'd never paywall my stuff, even if I could, because it defeats the entire point for me. I'm having fun! I'm sharing! Putting a paywall reduces the ability to share!

Also it just feels 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, regardless of what 'bonus incentives' they might offer. 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 can’t get enough of it, so they create their own storyline from it. Honestly, it’s good writing practice! But it isn't original work, it is derivative work. It can’t 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.

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

only blogs that have followed this blog for a total of a week will be able to post comments, it's done to reduce any baseless hate against this post. Think over what you're going to say and comment it. I will only delete comments like "omg you're so unemployed," not actual critiques against this blog.

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.

UPDATE 1: She blocked me in a record breaking 55 minutes of this post being up.

you hadn’t even been a miko— you were something far beyond. you hadn’t been chosen to rip your voice out of your throat and offer it to hollow gods. and yet, there you were— moving your feet amongst those fools, dancing a dance which made the clouds shy away in shame, for the serendipity you had for a soul alone could bring endless rains and fruitful harvest— not just appease the fickle lords.

but the thing was. . you hadn’t wanted to please them.

no, you’d just wanted to sing.

about the basking birds and the endless skies, about the whispering leaves and the raging tides. about the sweet summer winds that blew away stray strands from your sun kissed face, about the night that dared to laugh when the world mourned the sun.

(about the stranger with the ruby eyes, humming in your shadow— within an arm’s reach, but not reaching just yet.)

perhaps, that is what drew him to you first— like a moth to a too bright sun, whose wings wither away the moment it breathes in something too pure, too full of light for its greedy little soul. and yet, it falls straight in— for no death could be dearer than the one which allowed such eternal warmth— even if it lasted for a fraction of a breath.

there was something holy about how careless you were with divinity, as if all of those shrines and all of those titles bestowed upon your voice meant nothing to you.

he’d been patient. patient in a way he rarely was. or perhaps, it was just trepidation, masked in what remained of his hollow control.

sukuna’s hands had ran over the seams of his haori more times than he would’ve liked to admit— for each time his eyes settled onto you, he longed to see something that wouldn’t run so much as the burnt out candle in his chest. his bare feet soaked up the chill of the dark forest— for each time his ears swallowed your distant voice whole, he yearned for something that wouldn’t scorch the back of his neck like your syllables did.

(but of course, he didn’t have to wish for long.)

arrogant as you might have been on a pedestal, death takes all.

even the birds had ceased their insistent chirping when you’d died. a demon, they’d said, in hushed voices. he must’ve heard them sing.

he did hear you sing.

but he never killed you.

it had been one of the temple priests. angered by your insolence, baffled by your refusal to lead the upcoming kagura. and when you’d tried to leave, the last thing you saw was the shadow of his katana.

(a camellia was found the next day, crushed along with the skull of the old man.)

and so, as he sits here in a diner too expensive for a day so cheap, sukuna lets his fingertips run along the seams of his suit. eyes half open, the red of his gaze flickering the slightest bit in the dim light— steady, but unmistakably shaken.

you look as beautiful as the day you died.

a red flower— one that he can’t quite tell from this distance— adorns your hair, blooming softly in the spotlight. the very air around you thrums with life, turning everything in this façade of a world into something much more real, much more present. like all the secrets of the cosmos had quietened down to a slow melody— one which you hum, on this stage, at an hour no body should be awake.

you haven’t changed, have you?

no one claps as your song ends, for the night is far too old. no one, that is— except for the half asleep bartender, and the red eyed stranger sitting amongst the ghosts on the empty chairs.

the audience has long left, and yet— here you are, still putting up a performance too pure for these putrid souls.

“what do you think of the song?” sukuna blinks, and your face stares back. he hadn’t even realised when you stepped off the stage, too absorbed in replaying your lullaby over and over again in his head.

“what?” he says, a little dazed.

“the song,” you hum, and he watches your skin trap the dying lights just right. “what do you think of it? i wrote it myself.”

(a pause.)

“. . . art,” sukuna replies. no elaboration, no excuse. just a monotonous syllable that somehow carries far more weight than any compliment you’ve got.

“art?” your eyebrows furrow, and you huff out a small, disbelieving laugh. “how. . thoughtful. are you a poet?”

“an artist,” he grunts.

your hands still against the fabric of your attire, and you spare him a long look. it doesn’t linger for as long as you’d like, but it’s still enough to engrave itself into his skin like a prayer. “poems can be art too.”

“and so can a voice.”

you raise a brow. “i thought i asked you about my song rather than my voice.”

he shrugs, and you can’t help but zero in on the way he chest heaves with every spark-filled breath. just there to notice, but not enough to hold onto. “i know,” sukuna says, looking the other way. “but i answered about your voice.”

silence ensues. and then—

— you laugh.

it isn’t short, nor is it sweet. just a tingling sound that sets his nerves ablaze— free from any practiced precision, free from any rehearsed remarks. he’s just in time to tuck it away beneath his ribs, along with the many other hundreds of your laughs.

(but this one is different— this time, he is the cause.)

sukuna watches, quite still, as you walk away— shoulders still shaking from unadulterated delight. he doesn’t stop you, nor does he ask for your number— he simply sits back and orders another drink, all the while the ever so stinging red string tightens around his wrist and loosens around your own.

and when he looks down, he finds a camellia nestled between the lines of his palm— engraving itself into his empty soul once again, crushed petals between his bones.

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