I can’t stop thinking about Nanami and how he never got a chance to really live. So I’m working on a short fan doujin in which he breaks through everything that was holding him back and becomes his fully realized self just in time… and gets his domain.
I didn’t want his domain expansion to be connected to his 7:3 technique. As far as I understand it, the domain is an expression of one’s entire personality, so that’s what I’m trying to give Kento.
It’s slow going, so it will only be a few pages — I have to set up an entire 3D scene for every panel, and I’ve never made anything like this before. But it’s been great to work on and it helps me expand both my 3D and Photoshop skills.
Here’s the first page:
There may be a little hint of x reader in this towards the end, haven’t decided yet.
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so I've been trying to figure out what's going on with the floor plan of Kakashi's apartment (again). I've barely seen any kind of research, but maybe some of y'all have thoughts on that.
(here we're not taking into account the bathroom in that one episode where he was shown without his mask. it's a filler episode, so it doesn't count)
update: it IS canon but I need to double check, because on screenshots it looks like a different building
in the anime it looks more like a dorm room (otherwise, why would there be a doormat in the bedroom). and for some reason he has.... like.... zero personal belongings except for what's on the windowsill or whatever it is
there's at least a bookcase (and something on the desk) in the manga, but what is that doorway on the left???? I think it's supposed to be a bathroom, but who knows
in my imagination the floor plan looks something like this??
the thing is probably Kishimoto just didn't think too much about it because it literally doesn't matter, but it DOES matter TO ME, okay?????
anyway, I'd be happy to hear your thoughts on that
summary: what happens when the strongest sorcerer in the world stumbles into the life of an ordinary kindergarten teacher? your worlds couldn’t be more different — he fights curses and saves the world, while you teach children the value of kindness and glue glitter on construction paper. yet, when gojo satoru meets you, the lines blur. your mundane becomes his extraordinary, and his chaos becomes your comfort. through stolen moments, shared laughter, and the quiet intimacy of unspoken words, you show him what it means to have a home. but with his world full of danger and yours full of hope, can he balance being the strongest and being yours? or will his infinity prove too vast for love to bridge?
content warnings: canon adjacent (gojo lives), mentions of other characters (megumi, nobara, yuuji, nanami), implied smut (no detailed description), fluff (strangers to friends to lovers), angst with comfort (happy ending).
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gojo stood at a distance, the cool breeze carrying the faint smell of flowers to him. you sat there, oblivious to his piercing gaze, a bundle of wildflowers resting in your lap. your head tilted slightly as if listening to a melody only you could hear. it wasn’t fair, he thought. you weren’t special — not in the way he was. no six eyes, no inherited techniques, no impossible expectations. and yet, the peace that radiated from you gnawed at him like an itch he couldn’t scratch.
he walked closer, his footsteps deliberately loud against the gravel path. you finally looked up, your expression curious but unbothered. he hated that. no flicker of awe or fear, no spark of recognition. to you, he was just another person in the park.
“who gave you those?” he gestured to the flowers with a half-smirk, though his tone betrayed the irritation bubbling underneath.
you blinked, confused for a moment, before smiling again. “no one. i picked them myself. they’re pretty, aren’t they?”
pretty? gojo’s jaw tightened. pretty was easy. peace wasn’t. “you really just sit here… picking flowers? nothing better to do?”
“isn’t that enough?” your response was light, genuine, and it struck him like a sucker punch. “what about you? what are you doing here?”
his first instinct was to scoff, maybe deflect with a joke, but your question caught him off guard. what was he doing here? stalking a stranger because their contentment was offensive? ridiculous.
“just passing by,” he lied, sliding his hands into his pockets. his shoulders stayed stiff, though, his posture giving him away.
“hm,” you hummed, glancing back down at the flowers. “it’s nice to slow down sometimes. you should try it.”
his laugh was sharp, incredulous. “slow down? you don’t know who you’re talking to, do you?”
“nope.” you didn’t look up this time. “but does it matter?”
he opened his mouth to argue, but the words didn’t come. did it matter? your quiet, effortless peace felt heavier now, as if it was mocking the chaos that had always been his constant companion.
“you’re weird, you know that?” he muttered, more to himself than you.
“maybe.” you plucked a petal from one of the flowers, letting it drift to the ground. “or maybe you’re just wound up too tight.”
gojo stared, stunned into silence for a beat. wound up? him? but then he caught the faintest curve of a smirk on your lips, and something in him shifted.
he wanted to argue, to push back, but instead, he sat down on the bench next to you. not close enough to touch, but close enough to feel the calm you carried. he didn’t know why he stayed. maybe he just wanted to see if it was contagious.
gojo leaned back on the bench, stretching his arms out across the backrest like he was lounging, but his fingers tapped an uneven rhythm against the wood. silence stretched between you, broken only by the occasional chatter of passersby and the rustle of leaves in the wind. you didn’t seem to mind, but for someone like him — always loud, always in motion — it felt unnatural.
“sooo,” he started, the word hanging awkwardly in the air as he turned his head toward you. “what’s your name?”
you looked up from your flowers, giving him that same gentle smile that had been bothering him since he saw you. “it’s y/n. and you?”
he blinked, almost laughing at the sheer absurdity of the question. “you don’t know who i am?”
you shook your head. “should i?”
he couldn’t help the grin that tugged at his lips. “nah, it’s refreshing, actually. i’m gojo. gojo satoru.”
“nice to meet you, gojo,” you said, your voice light, unassuming. he hated how that seemed to settle something in him and irritate him at the same time.
“so, what’s your deal? sitting in parks, picking flowers. you don’t have work or something?” he asked, trying for nonchalance but ending up sounding more curious than he intended.
“i do. i’m a kindergarten teacher,” you replied simply, brushing a speck of dirt off your jeans.
he stared at you, processing the words. “kindergarten teacher? like, singing songs and finger painting?”
you chuckled softly. “that’s part of it. but it’s more than that. i teach them how to be kind, how to work together, how to think about the world.”
gojo squinted at you like you’d just spoken a foreign language. “sounds heavy for kids.”
“they’re smarter than you think,” you replied. “besides, it’s not just about the now. it’s about who they grow into. if they can grow up and make the world a little better, isn’t that worth it?”
he was quiet for a moment, uncharacteristically so. the words hung in the air, tugging at something buried deep. “so, what? you’re building a better society, one crayon drawing at a time?”
“something like that,” you said, laughing softly. “what about you? what’s your job?”
his grin faltered, just for a second, before he plastered it back on. “oh, you know. wrestling monsters, saving the world, usual stuff.”
your brow furrowed slightly. “you’re joking, right?”
he shrugged. “maybe. maybe not.”
you didn’t press, and the silence returned, stretching longer this time. his gaze flickered to the wildflowers in your lap, then back to your face. something about you felt... too good. too genuine. it wasn’t fake, he could tell.
but it reminded him of suguru, of the way suguru used to talk about saving people. about a society worth fighting for. except your version didn’t have the edge suguru’s did. it was softer. hopeful.
and that made it worse.
“why do you do it?” he asked suddenly, his voice quieter than usual. “teaching, i mean. it’s not exactly glamorous.”
you tilted your head, considering the question. “because someone has to. because if i don’t, who will? it’s a small thing, maybe, but small things add up.”
he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his hair falling into his eyes. “you ever feel like it’s not enough?”
“sometimes,” you admitted. “but it’s enough for me to keep trying.”
his chest tightened, the ache sharp and unfamiliar. “you make it sound so simple.”
“it’s not. but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth it.” your voice was steady, calm, and he hated how much he wanted to believe you.
“you’re weird,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “but i guess... not bad weird.”
“thanks, i think?” you teased, and for the first time, he felt the corners of his own mouth lift in something more genuine than his usual smirk.
he didn’t know why he stayed, why he kept talking. but maybe it was because, for the first time in a long time, someone wasn’t asking him to be the strongest.
"so... what’s with the hair?" you asked, breaking the rhythm of his restless tapping. the question was so unexpected it took him a second to process. he turned to you, blinking as if you’d just asked him to solve a riddle.
"the hair?" he repeated, stalling. "oh, uh, it’s —"
his fingers ghosted through the white strands, suddenly hyper-aware of how ridiculous he must look. "genetics? or maybe fashion? i dunno, it’s just cool, right?"
your laugh broke through, soft and genuine, completely devoid of malice. it hit him square in the chest. he didn’t hate it — quite the opposite, actually. it was... grounding, somehow, like the kind of laugh that could keep a person tethered.
"cool, huh?" you said, teasing but not unkind. "i think it suits you."
his lips quirked into a grin, but it didn’t feel like the usual cocky mask he wore. it felt... lighter. easier. "you think? glad to know i’ve got your approval."
"you’re weird," you said, echoing his earlier words. "but not bad weird."
he tilted his head at you, watching the way you absentmindedly twirled one of the flowers between your fingers. something about the way you sat there, so unassuming yet so unshakably present, made him feel... aware. it was a strange, unwelcome sensation. for someone who lived above the noise of the world — untouchable, unshaken — you had this way of pulling him down, grounding him in a way he wasn’t sure he liked. or maybe he liked it too much.
for the first time in a long time, he let go.
his infinity dropped, the invisible barrier dissolving as he allowed himself to feel everything around him — the breeze, the hum of distant chatter, the warmth of your presence beside him. it was addicting in a way he couldn’t quite describe, like a drug he hadn’t known he needed.
but that was the problem, wasn’t it? feeling was dangerous. hope was dangerous. and you — you — were dangerous, because you made him feel like maybe, just maybe, there was something more to life than being the strongest.
he stood abruptly, the movement jerky and uncharacteristic. his usual swagger was replaced with something sharper, something almost panicked.
"y’know," he started, his voice forced and breezy, "this has been... fun. but i’ve got things to do. big, important, save-the-world typa things."
you blinked up at him, the confusion clear in your eyes. "oh. okay...?"
"yeah, so... catch you around, maybe," he said, already stepping away. he didn’t look back, couldn’t look back. the weight in his chest was too much, too unfamiliar, and it terrified him.
because the strongest didn’t get to have hope. not when hope was something he couldn’t protect, couldn’t control. and not when it came in the form of someone like you — someone who made him want to forget the weight of the world, even if just for a moment.
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gojo hated how he left that day, hated the hollowness of his own words and the way he practically ran from something he couldn’t define. it wasn’t like him to second-guess, to let regret sink its teeth into him. but every time he thought about you, about the way your smile had disarmed him so completely, the ache in his chest deepened.
he could’ve found you easily — he was gojo satoru, after all. it wasn’t hard to find anyone when you could bend the world to your will. but he hesitated. what if you didn’t want to see him? what if he’d already messed things up beyond repair? what if he couldn’t be the person you deserved to see?
but fate — or sheer dumb luck — seemed to have its own plans, because there you were, standing at the counter of a tiny mochi shop. you didn’t notice him at first, too preoccupied with carefully picking out assorted treats. the sight stopped him in his tracks. your expression was focused, thoughtful, as if each choice carried some deep significance.
he slipped inside, keeping his distance for a moment, his usual swagger subdued. he watched as you smiled at the cashier, explaining something about “rewards for the young ones.”
rewards. he couldn’t remember the last time he’d even thought about the word, let alone experienced it. life for him had always been a cycle of expectations and victories that didn’t feel like victories. but watching you — so earnest, so genuine — made it seem... not silly, but beautiful.
before he could stop himself, he was standing beside you. “you know, kids’ll take advantage of that. you’re spoiling them,” he teased, his tone light, masking the swirl of emotions underneath.
you jumped slightly, turning to him with wide eyes before recognition dawned. “oh. gojo, right?”
he grinned, a flash of his usual bravado returning. “you remembered. i’m flattered.”
“hard to forget someone so... distinct,” you said, glancing pointedly at his hair, though your tone carried no malice.
he leaned against the counter, his sunglasses slipping down his nose just enough for you to catch a glimpse of those piercing eyes. “so, mochi for the kids, huh? what’s the occasion?”
“it’s just a little reward system,” you explained, holding up the neatly packed treats. “they get one if they’re kind, or if they help each other out. it encourages good behavior.”
he tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made you fidget slightly. “rewards for being decent humans, huh? seems... unnecessary.”
“maybe for you,” you said, your smile soft but firm. “but for them, it’s something to look forward to. a reminder that their efforts matter.”
his chest tightened, the ache returning. he wanted to protect that — your simplicity, your hope, your belief in something as small yet monumental as a child’s smile over a piece of mochi. it felt fragile, something that could shatter if exposed to the horrors he knew too well.
“you’re too good for this world, you know that?” he said, his voice quieter, almost reverent.
you blinked at him, caught off guard. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
he straightened, his grin resurfacing, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “nothing. just an observation. anyway, need help carrying those? i’m great at heavy lifting.”
you laughed softly, and the sound eased some of the weight in his chest. he didn’t know what he was doing, didn’t know if this was a mistake. but for now, just for a moment, he let himself stay. maybe you didn’t need to know the horrors of the world. maybe, just maybe, he could carry them for you.
you couldn’t help it — your curiosity about this strange man was like an itch you couldn’t scratch. the white hair, the cocky grin, the way he carried himself like he owned every space he walked into. and those glasses — always perched on his nose, hiding whatever it was that lay beneath. it felt like he was holding onto secrets, ones you weren’t sure you had the right to know but couldn’t stop wondering about.
so you asked, your voice steady but tinged with that teacher-like firmness that came naturally to you. “why do you always wear those glasses? what are you hiding?”
he raised a brow at you, clearly amused, his grin widening as if he found your attempt at seriousness endearing. “you always this nosy, or am i just special?”
you crossed your arms, standing your ground. “it’s not nosy. it’s called being curious. you’re... intriguing, gojo satoru.”
his laugh was soft but laced with something you couldn’t quite place. “intriguing, huh? that’s a fancy way of saying i confuse you.”
“maybe,” you admitted, tilting your head. “so? are you going to answer, or are you just going to keep deflecting?”
for a moment, he didn’t respond. instead, he reached up, sliding his glasses down just enough to let you see his eyes. the sight made your breath hitch. they weren’t just blue — they were unreal. vibrant, crystalline, like the universe had condensed itself into those irises. stars and galaxies swirled within them, a beauty so overwhelming it made your chest tighten.
“happy now?” he teased, though his voice had softened, almost like he knew the effect they’d have on you.
you tried to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. your usual quick-witted honesty faltered in the face of something so... otherworldly. instead, you found yourself simply staring, lost in the depth of those eyes.
he smirked, clearly pleased with himself, but there was something gentler in the way he pushed his glasses back up. “don’t stare too long. might fall for me.”
that snapped you out of it, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. “i... wasn’t staring.”
“sure you weren’t,” he said, his grin downright insufferable. but there was something about the way he said it that didn’t feel mocking. it felt... playful, almost inviting.
you cleared your throat, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he was standing. “you’re... something else, you know that?”
“i get that a lot,” he said, his tone breezy, but the way he looked at you — really looked at you, even through the tinted lenses — made you feel like he was seeing more than he let on.
you wanted to say something, to put into words the way he made everything feel... bigger. deeper. like there was more to life than the simple acts of teaching or shopping for mochi. but for the first time, you found yourself at a loss. instead, you just smiled, small and genuine, and he returned it with one of his own.
“you’re something else too,” he said, almost quietly, before turning back to the counter to pay for your mochi.
gojo didn’t need to do it. really, when had he ever gone out of his way to do something this mundane? carrying a bag of mochi for someone he’d only met twice wasn’t exactly in his job description, but with you, it felt natural. unforced. like his hand had moved to grab the bag before his brain even caught up.
“you know, i’m pretty sure i can handle a bag of mochi,” you teased as the two of you strolled down the quiet streets.
“sure you can,” he said with a grin, effortlessly balancing the bag on one hand like it weighed nothing. “but why would i miss an opportunity to show off my incredible strength?”
you rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, which was a win in his book. as much as he played it cool, he couldn’t deny the weird sense of rightness he felt walking beside you. it was like everything had slowed down. the world wasn’t a blur of missions and curses and expectations — it was just this. you, him, and the sound of your footsteps on the pavement.
if he wanted to, he could’ve used his powers to zip you both to your destination in a blink. no fuss, no time wasted. but for once, he didn’t want to. instead, he found himself watching. truly observing. the way your hair caught the light, the way you tilted your head when you spoke, the way you laughed at his ridiculous quips. it was all so human. so simple.
his infinity buzzed in the back of his mind, an ever-present hum, a barrier between himself and the world. he could feel it tensing, almost instinctively growing stronger the closer he got to you. but then he looked at you, really looked, and something in him softened.
it was the smallest of decisions, the slightest shift, but it felt monumental. he let his infinity drop. just like that. no shields, no barriers. nothing between him and the world — or you.
the difference was immediate. he felt the weight of the mochi bag in his hand, the faint breeze brushing past his skin. but more than that, he felt you — your presence beside him, warm and grounding in a way he hadn’t realized he craved.
“you’re quiet,” you said, glancing up at him with a curious smile. “that’s a first.”
“just enjoying the walk,” he replied, his tone casual, but there was a softness there you weren’t used to.
you didn’t press, but your smile lingered, and he felt that strange ache in his chest again. he wasn’t sure what it meant, wasn’t sure he wanted to figure it out. all he knew was that for the second time in a long time, he let himself just be.
and as the two of you walked, side by side, he wondered if maybe — just maybe — he could get used to this.
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gojo felt it before he understood it — a pull, a quiet, steady hum in his soul that only existed when you were near. it wasn’t like his usual awareness of the world, the sharp, overwhelming clarity his six eyes granted him. this was softer, almost... intimate. he could feel you. not just your presence, but you. every fiber of your being seemed to resonate with something deep inside him, something he hadn’t even realized was there.
it startled him at first, the intensity of it. but as the two of you reached your doorstep and he handed you the bag of mochi, the sensation only grew stronger. he tried to mask it, tried to act like nothing was out of the ordinary, but his fingers brushed yours as you took the bag, and for a split second, everything else blurred away.
“thanks,” you said, your voice warm and sincere. “you really didn’t have to, though.”
he shrugged, his trademark grin flickering to life, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “what can i say? i’m a gentleman. sometimes.”
you laughed softly, and he felt the bubble form around him again. your infinity, he decided, was nothing like his own. where his was cold and untouchable, yours was warm, welcoming. being here, in this little space that seemed to exist only when he was with you, made him feel okay. better than he had in a long, long time.
and that scared him.
he lingered, his hand still halfway outstretched, his gaze dropping to the ground before flickering back to you. you were looking up at him, your expression open, curious. trusting. the ache in his chest tightened, and that traitorous voice in the back of his head whispered what he already knew: run.
run before he let this feeling take root, before he let himself believe in the impossible. run before he lost you too, because that’s what always happened, wasn’t it? everyone he cared about, everyone he dared to keep close — they always slipped through his fingers, no matter how tightly he tried to hold on.
but he didn’t move. couldn’t. instead, he let the silence stretch between you, the weight of it pressing against his ribs. his infinity stayed down, and for once, he didn’t feel the need to raise it.
“gojo?” your voice was soft, grounding.
he blinked, realizing he’d been staring, his thoughts spiraling. he straightened, forcing a smirk onto his face. “don’t worry, you’re safe. i don’t bite.”
you rolled your eyes but smiled anyway, and he felt a flicker of something that might’ve been hope. “goodnight, gojo.”
“goodnight,” he replied, his voice quieter than usual, almost hesitant.
he turned to leave but paused, glancing back over his shoulder. you were still standing there, framed by the soft light spilling from your doorway. and for a moment, he let himself imagine it — what it would be like to stay, to keep this little bubble intact.
but the ache in his chest won, and with a flicker of movement, he was gone.
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you’d learned so much about gojo, almost without realizing it. the way he scrunched his nose when something didn’t go his way, like a child pouting over a toy they couldn’t have. how his limbs seemed to stretch endlessly as he leaned too close, casually draping himself over you, his frame practically engulfing yours. he had a knack for making himself impossible to ignore.
he had opinions on everything, even your students’ mochi. he’d list brands like a connoisseur, casually tossing the pricier ones into your basket without a second thought. “trust me,” he’d say, winking like it was some grand secret. “they’ll love these. and if they don’t, more for you.” and no matter how much you protested about the cost, he’d already have it paid for by the time you could reach for your wallet.
then there were the smaller things, the subtle moments where his mask slipped. like how his face would light up when you told him his hair looked good — a rare compliment you didn’t realize meant so much to him. or the way his grin stretched impossibly wider when you laughed a little harder at one of his bad jokes. you could tell he reveled in those moments, the quiet victories where he knew he made you happy.
you weren’t sure when this companionship had started to feel so natural. it wasn’t something you had planned, and you doubted gojo had either. but here you were, falling into a rhythm that felt almost effortless. he didn’t tell you much about his work, and you didn’t press him. you figured he’d share when he was ready. for now, you let him narrate his "work stories," spinning them into absurd, whimsical tales that sounded eerily similar to the stories you read to your students.
“and then,” he’d say, leaning in like he was sharing a forbidden secret, “the curse — uh, giant monster — came charging at me, but of course, being the strongest, i took it down with one hand. no big deal.”
“did it sparkle too?” you teased, your lips twitching into a smile.
“obviously. what’s a fight without a little flair?” he shot back, waving his hand dramatically.
there was something comforting in these moments, even as you felt a soft ache beneath it all. a yearning you couldn’t quite name. despite the physical closeness, the warmth of his arm brushing yours, or the way his laugh made your heart skip, it still didn’t feel like enough. not entirely.
but maybe, in a way, it was enough. enough to bask in the quiet companionship of a man who made the mundane feel extraordinary. enough to learn the little things that made him who he was — the scrunch of his nose, the glint in his eyes when you laughed, the way he seemed to carry the weight of the world but still managed to make you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in his orbit.
and maybe, for now, that was more than enough.
gojo noticed more about you now, things he never thought he’d pay attention to. maybe it was because his infinity — once a constant, unyielding barrier — seemed to lower itself without hesitation when he was around you. the absence of that space, that cushion between himself and the world, made everything about you sharper. clearer.
he noticed how your fingers always seemed to find something to twiddle with — a pen, the edge of your sleeve, a stray piece of packaging — whenever you were deep in thought. how your brow furrowed just slightly when you were concentrating, like when you meticulously read the back of mochi packets to ensure they were both delicious and nutritious for your students. he teased you for it, of course, calling you "overly diligent" with a grin, but deep down, he admired the care you put into something so seemingly small.
“they’re kids,” you said once, shrugging off his teasing. “they deserve the best. even if it’s just mochi.”
your earnestness struck something in him. he had a job too, didn’t he? teaching his students, protecting them, being the strongest. but where his job was laced with chaos and danger, yours was rooted in nurture and growth. and yet, both were born of the same drive: to give others a chance at something better. it was a thought that made his chest ache in a way he couldn’t explain.
he liked the little quirks about you, the way you were always well-versed in the topics you cared about, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your students or a book you were reading. and the flowers — he couldn’t ignore the flowers. you always seemed to have a fresh bunch in hand, casually mentioning how the ones at home had dried out.
he’d thought about buying you flowers more than once. even wandered into a shop once, lingering by the displays, trying to figure out what kind you might like. but every time, he hesitated. would it be too much? too forward? instead, he settled for something subtler, paying for your mochi without a word. if he could ease your expenses, maybe you’d buy those pricier flowers you always admired or treat yourself to more of them. it was his quiet way of showing care, a balance between his usual over-the-top nature and the unfamiliar vulnerability you seemed to draw out of him.
still, the struggle lingered. satoru gojo wasn’t just a man — he was the strongest. the one who stood above it all, untouchable, invincible. but with you, he wasn’t sure how to reconcile the two parts of himself. being the strongest meant being distant, detached, untouchable. but with you, he wanted to be close. too close.
and that terrified him.
because the strongest didn’t get to have these feelings. didn’t get to care like this. didn’t get to wonder if you noticed the way his hand lingered a second too long when he passed you the mochi or if you ever thought about him the way he thought about you.
he told himself it was fine to stay on the sidelines, to let his actions speak quietly where his words couldn’t. but deep down, he knew the truth: if you ever asked — if you ever let him — he’d do anything for you. absolutely anything.
and that, he thought, was the most dangerous thing of all.
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gojo hadn’t stopped moving since he was freed. his mind buzzed, chaotic and desperate, with only one thought anchoring him: find you. he’d missed everything — halloween, thanksgiving, christmas, new years. each one marked by a hollow ache where memories with you could’ve been.
had you dressed up for halloween with your students? maybe a witch, or something playful and sweet, like the flowers you always carried. had you cooked for thanksgiving, your kitchen warm and full of light? who had been there with you? had you stood under any mistletoe in december, someone else beside you?
did you miss me? the thought burned in his chest, heavy and suffocating.
he searched, scanning streets and places he thought you might be. he didn’t need his six eyes for this — he’d memorized the contours of your presence long before. still, the days stretched on, uncertainty pressing against him until, finally, he saw you.
you were standing on the corner of a quiet street, a familiar bouquet of wildflowers cradled in your arm and a bag of mochi in hand. not just any mochi — his favorite brand. his heart stopped, the world narrowing until it was just you.
you’d changed, only slightly, but enough for him to notice. your hair was a little longer, and there was a faint new laugh line near your mouth, etched from months he hadn’t been there to see. but it wasn’t the details that struck him most — it was the way you looked at him.
like you’d been waiting for him.
you didn’t say anything at first, your eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears. the flowers trembled slightly in your grip, and his chest twisted at the sight.
“gojo?” your voice cracked, soft and unsure, like you weren’t entirely certain he was real.
he stepped closer, his hands twitching at his sides, desperate to reach out but holding back. “it’s me,” he said, his voice low, as though anything louder might shatter this fragile moment.
a tear slipped down your cheek, and you blinked it away quickly, your free hand coming up to brush it off. “where... where’d you go?”
his throat tightened, guilt crashing over him. he couldn’t tell you everything — not yet, maybe not ever. the weight of what he’d endured wasn’t something he wanted to place on your shoulders. but he owed you something.
“i was... trapped,” he admitted, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. “couldn’t get out. couldn’t come back to you.”
your brow furrowed, confusion and pain flickering across your face. “but we weren’t even... i mean, we’re not...”
“friends?” he interrupted, his lips curving into a bittersweet smile. “you think that matters?”
he took another step forward, and this time, he let his hand rise, brushing against the petals of the wildflowers you held. “you were there,” he said, his voice unsteady, “in my mind, the whole time. every minute. i kept thinking about you — what you’d be doing, if you were okay.”
your eyes searched his face, as though trying to piece together the truth in his words. “i thought... maybe you didn’t want to see me again,” you murmured.
he laughed, short and raw, shaking his head. “don’t you get it? i’m here because i couldn’t stay away.”
the flowers fell to your side as you stepped closer, close enough for him to feel the warmth of your presence. “then don’t leave again,” you whispered, the tear-streak on your cheek catching the light.
his heart clenched, and for once, he didn’t try to keep the emotion from showing. “i won’t,” he promised, his voice firm, resolute. “not if you’ll have me.”
and for the first time in months, the ache in his chest eased as you nodded, a soft, trembling smile spreading across your face. you reached out, your hand brushing against his arm, and he thought he might crumble at the simple, human touch he’d missed so much.
he wouldn’t leave. not again.
satoru didn’t mean to pull you into a hug so suddenly, but when he did, it was like his body moved on instinct, a quiet surrender to everything he’d been holding back. his arms wrapped around you tightly, almost desperately, infinity be damned, infinity down.
he sank into you, his tall frame curling slightly, his chin brushing the top of your head. it wasn’t graceful, it wasn’t perfect, but it was everything. he could feel the tension in your body, the hesitation in the way you stiffened for a moment before melting against him, your arms finding their way around his neck like it was something you’d done a thousand times before.
the world blurred. he wasn’t sure if it was because of the lump rising in his throat or the stinging in his eyes, but nothing else existed. no curses, no students, no responsibilities. just you.
he felt the mochi bag in your hand crumple against his side as you tightened your hold, your grip faltering slightly with the weight of emotions neither of you could name yet. the wildflowers in your other hand brushed against the side of his neck, their delicate petals tickling his skin and tangling with the undercut of his hair.
“you’re crushing my flowers,” you mumbled, your voice soft, breaking on the edges as if you were holding back tears.
he laughed, the sound shaky and raw, his chest vibrating against yours. “they’ll survive,” he murmured, his voice thick, as though the words themselves were too much to get out. “they’re tougher than they look... like you.”
your head tucked against his neck, and he could feel your breath hitch, could feel the way you pressed your face into him as if trying to stifle the emotion threatening to spill over. his own vision blurred further, his grip tightening just a little more, grounding himself in the weight and warmth of you.
“where did you go?” you whispered again, your voice trembling, the vulnerability of the question cutting through him like a blade.
he rested his chin on your head, his lips brushing against your hair as he spoke. “i never wanted to leave. i swear, if i could’ve —” his voice cracked, and he stopped, exhaling shakily.
you didn’t let go. not when his words hung in the air, not when you could feel him holding himself back, trying not to fall apart. instead, you clung to him tighter, your own tears soaking into his uniform as you whispered, “don’t leave again.”
“never,” he said, the word firm but barely audible, almost like a prayer.
and in that moment, as he buried his face in your shoulder, he realized something he hadn’t let himself admit before: this was home. not the park, not the mochi shop, not even his students or the place he called his own. you. you were home.
he let himself feel it all — the weight of your arms around him, the warmth of your presence, the quiet sob you muffled against his chest, and the tears that finally spilled down his own cheeks.
passersby might’ve found it strange, a tall man clinging to someone smaller, crumpling under an emotion he’d kept locked away for so long. but satoru didn’t care. he never did.
all that mattered was you. your concept of infinity — this impossibly warm, unshakable presence — was better than anything his power could ever give him. and he didn’t want to escape it. not now, not ever.
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it happened so naturally, so quietly, that satoru almost didn’t catch it. the two of you were walking side by side, your hands brushing with every step. the space between you felt impossibly small, like the universe was trying to push you closer together.
and then you said it.
“satoru.”
his name, soft and unguarded, slipped from your lips like it belonged there. it wasn’t “gojo,” not the title that the rest of the world threw at him with reverence or fear. no, this was something different — something yours.
his heart stopped, the syllables echoing in his chest before exploding outward in a rush of warmth he didn’t know how to contain. he’d thought a lot about your voice while he was gone, imagined what it would sound like if you’d called out for him, missed him. but this? this was better than anything he could’ve dreamed.
he dared a glance at you, his breath catching at the soft, unassuming smile on your face. you weren’t even aware of the tidal wave you’d just unleashed inside him, weren’t aware of the way his heart was racing or how his palms suddenly felt clammy.
say it again, he wanted to beg, his chest tight with longing. just once more.
but he didn’t ask. instead, he reached out, his hand brushing yours one more time before he took it, threading his fingers between yours.
you didn’t pull away.
his heart soared, and his grip tightened slightly, like he was afraid you’d change your mind. he tugged you closer, so close that your shoulders bumped, your warmth seeping into him.
“you said my name,” he murmured, his voice low and unsteady, as if the weight of the moment was too much for even him to carry.
you glanced up at him, your brow furrowing slightly in confusion. “is that... bad?”
he let out a breathy laugh, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as he looked down at you. “no,” he said softly, his voice breaking on the word. “it’s perfect.”
your lips parted, but no words came out. instead, you let your gaze fall to where his hand held yours, and a faint blush crept up your cheeks.
“you don’t let just anyone call you that, do you?” you teased gently, your voice light, but there was a hint of something deeper — curiosity, hope — lingering beneath it.
“no,” he admitted, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “i don’t. but...” he hesitated, his throat tightening. “i think... i want you to.”
the silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable; it was heavy with unspoken truths, with the electricity crackling between the two of you.
and then you smiled, that soft, heart-stopping smile that he’d missed so desperately. “okay, satoru.”
he exhaled, a shaky laugh escaping him as he pulled you even closer, his side pressing against yours. the tension in his chest melted away, replaced with something impossibly warm.
in that moment, he knew he’d won. not in the way he usually won — with power or strength — but in a way that felt so much more important. and from the way you looked up at him, your eyes bright and full of something he couldn’t name, he knew you felt it too.
your hesitation lasted only a moment before you unlocked the door and gestured for him to come inside. “it’s not much,” you murmured as you stepped in, your voice tinged with a shyness satoru wasn’t used to hearing from you. “but it’s home.”
he followed you inside, his sharp blue eyes scanning the space with a quiet curiosity. it was lived-in and warm, filled with small touches that screamed you. worksheets were strewn about the table, scissors and craft supplies scattered on the couch, and a faint scent of flowers lingered in the air.
“cozy,” he commented, a small smile tugging at his lips as his gaze landed on a roll of wrapping paper. “you’ve got quite the setup here.”
“don’t judge,” you teased, laughing softly as you bent down to kick off your shoes and hang your jacket on the nearby rack. “it’s been a busy week.”
but satoru wasn’t paying attention to your excuses. he was too focused on how easily you moved around the space, how natural it felt to see you here.
when you moved to connect your speaker, soft music began playing — some quiet, soothing tune that matched the warmth of the space. you glanced back at him with an almost sheepish grin. “sorry, habit. i always put music on when i get home.”
“don’t apologize,” he said, stepping closer to you. “i like it. it suits you.”
your laughter was light, but it faded quickly when his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you into his chest.
“satoru —”
“just let me,” he murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder. his voice was softer than you’d ever heard it, almost pleading.
you didn’t fight him. instead, you leaned into his embrace, your hands instinctively covering his as you closed your eyes.
“you smell like flowers,” he said, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “same as the ones you had when i first met you.”
“and you smell like trouble,” you quipped, earning a breathy laugh from him.
“oh, i am,” he said, his tone playful. “but you don’t seem to mind.”
you were about to reply when he suddenly lifted you off the ground, spinning you around with an ease that had you laughing uncontrollably. “satoru!”
he grinned, his laughter mixing with yours as he carried you over to the couch and gently laid you down, his frame hovering above yours.
“you’re ridiculous,” you managed between giggles, but your voice softened when his blindfold slipped slightly, revealing a glimpse of his eyes.
his expression changed then — more vulnerable, less playful — as he leaned closer, his gaze locked on yours. “do you want to take it off?” he asked quietly, almost like he was afraid of the answer.
your fingers trembled as they reached up, grazing the edge of the fabric. “are you sure?”
“i wouldn’t ask if i wasn’t,” he replied, his voice steady despite the rapid beat of his heart.
slowly, you pulled the blindfold down, and there they were — his eyes, impossibly blue and filled with a depth you couldn’t put into words.
you felt your breath hitch as you stared into them, your hand unconsciously brushing against his cheek. “satoru...”
he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. “i missed this,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “missed you.”
your hand slid down to rest against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “i’m here now,” you said softly, your voice laced with emotion. “and so are you.”
he smiled then, that boyish grin that made your chest tighten. “yea,” he murmured, leaning down until his forehead pressed against yours. “this... this feels like home.”
you nodded, your voice too caught in your throat to reply. and as his lips brushed against your temple, you couldn’t help but think the same thing.
this was home.
your hands cradled his face like he was something fragile, something precious. and maybe he was, in this moment. as your thumbs traced the high planes of his cheekbones, satoru couldn’t stop looking at you — your face, your eyes, your lips, everything that made him feel so uncharacteristically human.
“don’t look away,” you murmured, your voice soft but commanding. “keep your eyes on me.”
his lips quirked into a crooked grin, but the intensity in his gaze didn’t waver. “wasn’t planning to.”
you laughed lightly, a sound he swore he’d never get tired of, and leaned in closer, your breaths mingling as you closed the distance. when your lips finally met his, it felt like everything in the world stopped.
you smiled into the kiss, a small, involuntary curve of your lips that made his chest ache in ways he couldn’t explain. but that smile quickly turned into a soft squeal when his hands gripped your hips, fingers pressing into the fabric of your clothes as he pulled you impossibly closer.
“satoru!” you gasped, breaking the kiss for a brief moment.
“what?” he asked innocently, his grin widening. “didn’t think you’d be this ticklish.”
“i’m not!” you shot back, laughing despite yourself.
“mm, sure,” he teased, but the playfulness in his voice was underscored by something deeper, something more tender.
before you could respond, he shifted effortlessly, his hands sliding to the backs of your thighs as he lifted you with an ease that still managed to surprise you.
“you can’t just —”
“yes, i can,” he interrupted, already seating himself on the sofa with you perched on his lap.
you instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso, settling against him like it was the most natural thing in the world. his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you securely as if he was afraid you might disappear.
“comfortable?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes searching yours.
“surprisingly, yes,” you replied, your voice tinged with amusement.
his grin softened into something more genuine as your fingers found their way into his hair. when your nails grazed the undercut at the nape of his neck, he let out a low, almost involuntary hum, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
“you’re dangerous,” he muttered, his voice thick with affection.
“me?” you said, laughing as you tugged gently on his locks, making his eyes snap open.
“yes, you,” he said, his voice quieter now, his hands tightening slightly around your waist. “you’ve got me completely wrapped around your finger, you know that?”
you leaned in, your forehead resting against his as your fingers continued to play with his hair. “good,” you murmured.
he chuckled, low and warm, before tilting his head to kiss you again. this time, it was slower, deeper, filled with all the emotions he couldn’t put into words.
and as your nails scratched against his scalp and your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, satoru realized something.
he loved this. he loved you. he loved everything about this moment, about you, about the way you made him feel.
yea, he was pretty sure he loved you.
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you sat across from him, legs tucked under you on the sofa, your eyes filled with something between determination and hesitation. you weren’t sure how to start — how to demand the truth from the man who had so easily slipped into your life, disappeared, and then returned as if nothing had changed. but something had changed. you wanted answers. you needed them.
“satoru,” you said softly, his name still feeling new and strange on your tongue, yet so natural. “where were you?”
his body stiffened, and you saw his grin falter for the briefest moment. he leaned back, arms draped lazily over the top of the couch, as if he could brush off the weight of your question. but you didn’t let up.
“seriously,” you pressed, your tone firmer now. “what happened? why did you leave?”
he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, his blindfold hanging loosely around his neck. “it’s... complicated,” he said, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it.
“then uncomplicate it,” you shot back, surprising even yourself with the force of your words. “i think i deserve to know, don’t you?”
he froze, his hand still tangled in his hair, before slowly lowering his gaze. for a moment, he seemed like he might joke, deflect with one of his usual quips, but then he sighed and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.
“alright,” he muttered, his voice heavy. “you’re right. you deserve to know.”
you watched as he hesitated, his fingers interlocking tightly, knuckles whitening. then, without looking at you, he began.
“i’m not just some guy who happens to like mochi and has a thing for blindfolds,” he started, a faint attempt at humor that quickly fell flat. “i’m... a sorcerer. a jujutsu sorcerer, to be specific.”
you blinked. “a... sorcerer?”
“yeah,” he said, his tone turning serious again. “i fight curses — creatures born out of people’s negative emotions. they’re dangerous, destructive, and it’s my job to stop them.”
you stared at him, your mind racing to connect his words to something tangible, something real. “you’re saying curses — like the ones in those fantasy stories — are real?”
“realer than you’d like them to be,” he replied, his gaze finally meeting yours. and for the first time, you saw how exhausted he truly was, how much he carried.
“so, all this time, you’ve been... what? fighting monsters?”
“basically,” he said with a shrug, though his tone was anything but casual. “and teaching the next generation of sorcerers while I’m at it.”
your brows furrowed as you tried to process everything. “but why leave? why disappear without saying anything?”
his jaw tightened, and he looked away again, his shoulders tense. “i didn’t want to leave. i was... taken. sealed away, actually.”
“sealed?” you echoed, incredulous.
“yeah. it’s a long story,” he admitted, his voice tinged with bitterness. “one of the strongest curses managed to trap me. i couldn’t do anything but wait. wait and hope someone would free me.”
your chest tightened at the thought of him being trapped, alone and powerless. “how long were you...?”
“months,” he said simply. “long enough to miss... everything. halloween. thanksgiving. christmas. new year’s. and you.”
the last two words were barely a whisper, but they hit you like a punch to the gut.
“satoru,” you murmured, reaching out to touch his hand.
he flinched slightly but didn’t pull away. instead, he let your fingers intertwine with his, grounding him. “i didn’t want to leave you,” he said, his voice breaking ever so slightly. “but it’s my job. it’s who i am. i protect people. even if it means losing them.”
you were silent for a long moment, your mind reeling from everything he’d told you. but as you looked at him, his head bowed and his hands trembling slightly in yours, you knew one thing for certain.
“you should’ve told me,” you said softly, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside you.
he finally looked up, his eyes glassy. “would you have believed me?”
you gave a small, sad smile. “probably not. but i would’ve wanted to try.”
his lips quirked into a faint, almost wistful smile. “you’re something else, you know that?”
“and you’re impossible,” you countered, squeezing his hand. “but i’m glad you’re here. no more disappearing acts, okay?”
“i’ll try,” he said, his tone lighter but still weighed down by something deeper.
“good,” you said, leaning closer until your forehead rested against his. “because no matter how strong you are, satoru, you don’t have to carry it all alone.”
and for the first time in a long while, he let himself believe that.
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satoru chuckled softly as you teased him, your playful words breaking through the quiet tension of the room. his grin was unshakable, that signature cockiness shining through even now. “me? hurt you? you’re joking, right? i’d sooner let a curse take me out than even think about it,” he replied, his voice low, warm, and undeniably sincere.
as his lips found yours again, the humor melted away into something deeper. he kissed you like he was memorizing you, his hands tracing over your skin with reverence and urgency. the way he whispered your name between kisses, almost as if it were a sacred mantra, made your heart clench.
“you’re impossible,” you murmured against his lips, laughter bubbling up despite yourself.
“and yet, you’re still here,” he shot back, his grin widening before he leaned down to kiss along your collarbone, each press of his lips searing into your skin.
he was careful as he undressed you, his touch reverent and slow, almost like he was afraid this moment might shatter. but when he finally rid himself of his own clothes, his usual confidence returned, tempered by the weight of everything unspoken between you.
as he pressed himself against you, his forehead resting against yours, he whispered, “tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
“you’re such a sap,” you teased, brushing his damp hair away from his face.
his laugh rumbled low in his chest, but the way his hands gripped your hips, grounding both of you, betrayed how serious he was. when he entered you, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you.
“is this okay?” he asked softly, his tone uncharacteristically vulnerable.
“it’s perfect,” you whispered, your hands tracing the broad lines of his shoulders.
he moved with purpose, his breaths shallow and uneven as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing your skin in between quiet murmurs of your name. you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped as he pressed a kiss just below your ear.
“what’s so funny?” he asked, his voice tinged with mock indignation.
“you’re just so... serious,” you said, a grin tugging at your lips.
his answering smile was boyish, his expression softening as he looked down at you. “i have to be. this is you we’re talking about.”
his words silenced your teasing, replaced by the sheer weight of his emotions pressing down on you. this wasn’t just about physical closeness — it was about the unspoken promises woven into each touch, each whispered breath.
when it was over, he didn’t rush to pull away. instead, he stayed close, his arms wrapped around you as if letting go wasn’t an option.
“you okay?” he asked, his voice low and soft.
“more than okay,” you replied, your fingers gently combing through his damp hair.
he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. “good,” he murmured.
as you lay there, tangled together, he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. “you know,” he began, his voice still laced with exhaustion, “i think i’ll get a ring tomorrow.”
you laughed, your chest vibrating against his. “what, so you can keep me forever?”
“exactly,” he said, his grin audible in his voice. “but for now, this will do.”
and as he held you impossibly close, the two of you drifting into a peaceful silence, it was more than enough.
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and yea, it was a silly change, wasn’t it? from quietly working through your worksheets at night to hosting the chaos of two entire worlds colliding. you’d grown used to your life as a kindergarten teacher, filled with small joys: glitter glue smudged on your hands, paper flowers drying on the windowsill, and the laughter of children echoing through the day. but now, somehow, it also included a man who walked into classrooms like he owned the place, a blindfolded "superhero" who had become not just yours but theirs too.
it was impossible not to laugh the first time your students gasped and shouted, “a superhero!” when they saw your husband, towering and otherworldly in the doorway, juggling an actual crate full of mochi like it weighed nothing. and he played into it, of course. because he was gojo satoru, and if there was one thing he thrived on, it was attention. “superhero? no, no, i’m a legend,” he’d say, grinning behind his blindfold, crouching dramatically to offer high-fives to every little hand that reached up for him.
the mundane moments of your life had become spectacles. the once-ordinary afternoons spent in your classroom now included his students trailing behind him like ducklings, megumi rolling his eyes at the whole charade while nobara and yuuji fought over who got the last piece of your homemade onigiri.
and nanami. oh, nanami. he didn’t say much, but you knew. you saw the relief in his eyes when you’d place a steaming cup of tea in his hands or gently prod gojo into calming down when he pushed too far. “thank you,” he’d mutter quietly, and you knew he didn’t just mean the tea.
megumi, though. he was different. quieter. but you’d caught on to how his eyes softened when you handed him origami you’d made — a small crane here, a tiny fox there. he never said much, just nodded and tucked them away, but gojo told you once, with a rare seriousness in his voice, “he keeps them all, you know. every single one.”
and gojo? he was... everything. everything loud and extraordinary in your world, everything ridiculous and gentle. he’d swoop into your life with his blinding confidence and then stay, quietly grounding you in ways you didn’t think he was capable of. he made even the mundane extraordinary — like how he’d spin you in the kitchen just to steal a taste of the soup you were making, or how he’d insist on bringing home fresh flowers every week because he knew they made you smile.
but the truth was, you made him see the extraordinary in the mundane. in the way you folded laundry, humming softly to yourself. in the way you bandaged nobara’s scraped knee with the same care you gave your students. in the way you tucked your head against his shoulder at the end of the day, sighing like he was your safe place.
and yea, it was chaotic. messy, loud, and absolutely ridiculous at times. but it was home.
home was megumi pretending he wasn’t affected by the way you fussed over his health. home was yuuji and nobara sitting cross-legged on your living room floor, arguing over which of your dishes was better. home was nanami’s rare, faint smile as he watched you bring balance to the chaos that was gojo.
and home, most of all, was gojo satoru.
home was the way he leaned down to whisper, “i’m never letting you go,” when he thought no one was listening. it was the way he’d press a kiss to your forehead as if he needed the reassurance more than you did. it was how he’d keep your origami tucked away in his pockets, the small tokens of your love grounding him in a way he never thought possible.
and yea, it was silly, the way your lives had intertwined so seamlessly. but it was also perfect. your students, his students, your worlds.
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So anyway, @wh1msic4lwasab1 recently posted a fic that popped up at 91% AI written, (which was only checked because one of my buddies can spot Ai writing anywhere and let me know). She then went ahead and claimed it was from Chegg and Grammarly, so I decided to make a video recording of checking things,
Mind you, in this video I put a timer in it so you can see there's no cuts. I sped parts up so it wasn't a 30 minute video, but you can see here that it's AI written.
And she's not the only one. There's been so many people using AI lately to write fics. If myself or one of my friends suspects a fic being written by AI, we tend to check it out. We're now compiling a list with recordings of going through and checking for AI and we'll be posting it once we have it, and yes it'll be a growing list.
I just don't understand why everyone is so chill with this. There was a huge uproar when people began doing generative artworks and it became something we shamed since it was stealing the work of others, and took no talent to do. This is the same thing. People are doing the same thing, but since it's harder to tell with writing, we're just letting it happen? Absolutely not.
Writing is a skill like any other. It takes time, patience, and creativity to do. There's a reason it's a job. Using AI to write your content is so disgusting. Just take the time to write it yourself. You don't know how to write? Then learn. Take the time and learn.
I'd have more respect if people at least said they used a bot to write their content, but we all know they won't because people don't want to read that.
I'm just fed up with all of this. Is it for likes and reblogs? Clout? Hustle culture? Guys wtf we're writing fan content, who cares how many likes you're getting. You should be doing this for fun, not for people to pat you on the back.
Do better.
Special thanks you: @zayne-li @starfallforest @loveanddeepgays and catgurltea (AO3) for allowing me to run their fics through an Ai checker to prove this point.
Look, this kind of witch-hunt is super toxic and needs to stop. You can NOT prove you didn’t use AI — that's not how proof works. Can’t prove a negative — something anyone with a shred of mathematical understanding knows.
AI detectors are garbage. they regularly flag demonstrably original content as "AI-generated." Even worse, it’s been shown they disproportionately flag writing by people on the autism spectrum as "AI-like" because of sentence structure and word choice patterns.
You're not protecting fandom, you're just bullying writers and creating an environment where people are afraid to share their work. This isn't high school; fanfic is supposed to be about fun and exploring your own creativity, not forming cliques to decide who's "real" enough to belong.
Grow up. Focus on building your own skills. Maybe try some humility. No one appointed you fandom guardian and the tone of your post as you clearly revel in the ritual humiliation of the person you chose to target made me throw up a little in my mouth.
Thank you, @mymirrorlight. I was hoping to see a response like this. You actually said everything I intended to say, but I'll add a few points if you don't mind.
Hi @chaos-in-deepspace, I'm Cheri! Nice to meet you! Let me give you a brief example of why your hunt for ai writers is bound to target the wrong people sooner or later. For this post, I'm using my own fic as example, and you're very welcome to run it through any detectors you like. I have nothing to hide.
But since you and your inner circle are using Quillbot, I'll also use it here. I'm just a micro blog and only started posting stories. Mind you, english ist not my first language so this is what I do:
I write in my native language first (which is German) to outline the plot and word structure, and then translate it manually into English.
Bit by bit.
Yes, I also use Grammarly, but we already know that it doesn't affect anything.
Let's take a look at the very first fic I posted on this blog, as it was not the quality I seek today. I had no idea that ai fic writers, detectors and such existed and felt sick to my stomach when I got this, back then:
''Oh, crap! 21 % Ai-generated!? Why?! How??''
I felt genuinely embarrassed and stressed!
As you can see, the bot flagged the official song lyrics I used to set the scene in my fic as AI-generated, along with parts of my own writing. But it doesn't flag the entire set of lyrics. Just the first paragraph, not the second.
And why is that, you wonder?
Because this, ladies and gentlemen, is how those bots operate. They have no real understanding of what they're detecting. Yes, they pull information from boards and databases, but they can't genuinely recognize human-written words or connect them meaningfully. They only search for distinct patterns and trigger alerts when they find similar, repetitive word structures.
So what does that mean in this case? That the fic was truly AI-generated just because it triggered the bot?
Well then, I have a little time on my hand. Let's try again by removing the lyrics from the fic:
We dropped the rate from 21% to 13%—for lyrics that were 100% human-written but still flagged as AI-generated. Also suddenly the same part of my writing that was flagged as Ai-generated previously, went back to normal. Interesting.
Okay great! And those remaining 13%? They dropped just by removing a few commas (because I love long, complex sentences).
Yeah, you get the idea. I didn't change a single word (except for the lyrics which was clearly not Ai), yet I dropped the rate from 21% to 9%. I'm sure I could easily remove the remaining 9% but I think my point is clear.
I'm aware that 9% are not what you're targeting but it's still infuriating to know that your writing style triggered the bot at some point and claimed it as something that it's not. And there is no way to prove your innocence.
So, if this could happen to me, what does that say about other fics that fall victim to your hunt?
See. I didn't write an entire series about mental health and healing trauma for you, @chaos-in-deepspace and your friends to stir up unnecessary drama and unease in the community. You're just adding stress for people and reflecting poorly on yourselves.
Why not simply block the people you assume are using AI for their fics instead of creating a list and calling them out publicly? While I can't speak for everyone, I, personally, don't want to see such a list on my dashboard. I don't need people to be shamed and called out.
I will refrain from blocking you guys though, because I believe in freedom of speech and simply scroll past posts I don't agree with.
However. You're not the LaDs Tumblr police, and I kindly ask you to reconsider your decision for the sake of the community's freedom.
Track people, make lists, approach them privately—but please, don't post it online. I can't stress this enough:
You are stirring up bad blood in an otherwise peaceful community.
Personally, I find it disheartening that you got so many positive reactions for this video. But well. That's just the world we live in:
Drag people through the circus of curiosity, let the audience laugh and applaud.
I'm currently at 0% with all my other fics because I have learned how Quillbot works and how to ignore its rigid trigger patterns for my style. But please, look them up if you like.
Don't get me wrong; I'm not advocating for AI copy/paste writers but I think I made my point very clear; at least don't leak people's usernames if you still intend to make a video. Use it to spread awareness.
Calling Ai writing (and posting it as your own) a major issue, is valid. I fully agree with you on that. Humiliating and shaming people publicly is something else.
Also please don't take this as a personal attack.
I can see that you have good intentions, but could you please reconsider your approach?
@cherimoyatea Thank you for the thoughtful analysis. Your example, while also anecdotal, shows how unreliable AI detection tools are. Perfect demonstration of what I was talking about with confirmation bias in testing: the same text giving wildly different results based on minor changes, false positives on human-written lyrics, and detectors getting confused by non-native English writing patterns. This is exactly why detector tools shouldn't be used as weapons against other writers.
I also appreciate your point about "spreading awareness" vs. public humiliation. Like I said before — this isn't about protecting readers. It's about control and punishment, and they even said so out loud. Making lists of "suspicious" people, pushing public shaming, demanding conformity to arbitrary standards — all authoritarian tactics. That high horse has a bad limp…
@starfallforest You're still missing the point. I didn't criticize their "tone" - I criticized their facts because they're wrong. But here you are, back to screaming in caps about what's "DISINGENUOUS AND UNFAIR" while dodging the actual discussion.
Where exactly is your line for "unfair advantages" in writing? Grammar checkers? A big screen? Adderall? You keep defaulting to moral panic instead of substance. Readers can judge work for themselves. You don’t have to hold their hand. It’s not your job. Nobody appointed you AI police and the “concerned citizen” routine is getting old.
So anyway, @wh1msic4lwasab1 recently posted a fic that popped up at 91% AI written, (which was only checked because one of my buddies can spot Ai writing anywhere and let me know). She then went ahead and claimed it was from Chegg and Grammarly, so I decided to make a video recording of checking things,
Mind you, in this video I put a timer in it so you can see there's no cuts. I sped parts up so it wasn't a 30 minute video, but you can see here that it's AI written.
And she's not the only one. There's been so many people using AI lately to write fics. If myself or one of my friends suspects a fic being written by AI, we tend to check it out. We're now compiling a list with recordings of going through and checking for AI and we'll be posting it once we have it, and yes it'll be a growing list.
I just don't understand why everyone is so chill with this. There was a huge uproar when people began doing generative artworks and it became something we shamed since it was stealing the work of others, and took no talent to do. This is the same thing. People are doing the same thing, but since it's harder to tell with writing, we're just letting it happen? Absolutely not.
Writing is a skill like any other. It takes time, patience, and creativity to do. There's a reason it's a job. Using AI to write your content is so disgusting. Just take the time to write it yourself. You don't know how to write? Then learn. Take the time and learn.
I'd have more respect if people at least said they used a bot to write their content, but we all know they won't because people don't want to read that.
I'm just fed up with all of this. Is it for likes and reblogs? Clout? Hustle culture? Guys wtf we're writing fan content, who cares how many likes you're getting. You should be doing this for fun, not for people to pat you on the back.
Do better.
Special thanks you: @zayne-li @starfallforest @loveanddeepgays and catgurltea (AO3) for allowing me to run their fics through an Ai checker to prove this point.
Look, this kind of witch-hunt is super toxic and needs to stop. You can NOT prove you didn’t use AI — that's not how proof works. Can’t prove a negative — something anyone with a shred of mathematical understanding knows.
AI detectors are garbage. they regularly flag demonstrably original content as "AI-generated." Even worse, it’s been shown they disproportionately flag writing by people on the autism spectrum as "AI-like" because of sentence structure and word choice patterns.
You're not protecting fandom, you're just bullying writers and creating an environment where people are afraid to share their work. This isn't high school; fanfic is supposed to be about fun and exploring your own creativity, not forming cliques to decide who's "real" enough to belong.
Grow up. Focus on building your own skills. Maybe try some humility. No one appointed you fandom guardian and the tone of your post as you clearly revel in the ritual humiliation of the person you chose to target made me throw up a little in my mouth.
hey idk if I would put my marbles into the basket of tone-policing the autistic person who wrote this post first of all. it kind of defeats your own point about how calling out AI writing might harm autistic writers. and it’s also kind of hypocritical with your own tone in your post?
secondly, hare and a few of us have been using more than just AI detectors to flag fanfic. this actually all started because my friend spent a lot of time in the beginning of the year writing a Zayne bot, only to notice recently more and more that people are using exactly his bot to write fic for them. because it’s his writing the bot is spitting out. they are stealing his writing.
people might not know how these AI bots or how the AI detectors work, but we do. The data (aka the actual writing the bot is averaging from websites like ao3 or that has been inputted into their database by their creator) is freely available in the databases of the bots and that is what the detector is pulling from. Yes, it’s not complete black and white guilt if someone scores a 50% or smth on the detector. But 91%? 85? Come on. In his own video Hare shows all of our fics scoring a ZERO. It is worth being aware, at least. I know Hare does not make this callout lightly is what I’m saying.
And maybe some people use the bot to only write a sentence or a paragraph. The bot is still taking that content from somewhere else that a human wrote. People can easily disclose that they used a bot in their writing, but they don’t because people aren’t interested in reading something someone didn’t even bother to write. At least I’m not. So they’re just omitting it completely and trying to get away with it. But using a bot to write is plagiarism. This isn’t some victimless action.
Yeah, let’s take this apart. Here's what's actually happening: Your friend likely wrote some prompts for c.ai, which uses a fairly basic LLM that likely overfits to its inputs, since the state space (dialogue only, must sound like character x based on small sample size) is so small. Not sure there’s a moral high ground to be had when you write for and use a role-playing ai in the first place, but let’s just run with it.
So when they say they're seeing "their writing" in other fics, they might genuinely be seeing similar patterns — not because anyone's "stealing," but because c.ai tends to generate very similar responses to similar prompts. That's not plagiarism. That's just what happens when lots of people use the same mediocre tool.
Your claim about "seeing the data" in some kind of bot database fundamentally misunderstands how these models work. The training data isn't "stored" anywhere — during training, the model learns statistical patterns that get encoded into its neural network weights. It's learning language patterns, not keeping a library of text to copy from. There's no database of stolen writing being referenced. This technical misunderstanding is being used to justify harassment.
And here's the thing about AI writing: A bad writer using AI will still produce bad writing, because they haven't developed the taste or sensitivity to know what makes prose flow and sing. The tool doesn't matter as much as the artist using it.
But let's talk about what's really disturbing here — this demand for public struggle sessions from accused writers. It’s the same toxic pattern in education too, btw, when teachers use unreliable AI detectors to accuse students without proof or recourse. It's not sustainable — these tools are fundamentally broken, they even SAY they produce false positives, so using them to police writing is both technically and ethically bankrupt. You can't prove a negative, and you can't build trust through surveillance. You know what innocent students accused of this do? They make their writing WORSE and run it through the same detectors until it’s no longer flagged. Does that sound like a sane process to you?
The pattern is always the same: accusation backed by pseudo-scientific "proof," demands for confession, and ritual humiliation. Stay silent? Guilty. Defend yourself? Guilty. Apologize? Guilty, but maybe you'll be allowed to keep existing in the space if you show enough penitence.
The way this post tries to dress up harassment as community protection is twisted. Building enemies lists and encouraging dogpiling while claiming it's "doing the work" or "protecting writers" is straight-up manipulative. You're not protecting anyone. You're creating a culture of fear where people are afraid to create at all.
When your fandom becomes a place where everyone is suspicious of everyone else and waiting for their turn in the stocks, you've lost something fundamental about what makes fandom worthwhile.
In summary, I’m not just questioning your “evidence”. I’m questioning your right, and the right of your friend, to initiate and participate in this kind of pile-up altogether.
Alright let's get some things cleared up because you are so freaking dead set on being right, and I personally don't feel like interacting with you after this. So you can go ahead and argue your points all you want, and imma argue mine. This is the internet, people are allowed to say what they want, but let's go ahead and discuss a few things you pointed out in a diplomatic manor.
It flags autistic writers
Hi, nice you meet you, I'm on the spectrum. I'm autistic. I don't go around letting everyone know because it's none of their damn business, but I'm letting you know now. Despite this, my content didn't get flagged in the slightest. One of the other people I ran through? Came out clean despite being on the spectrum as well. And while sure, some things might get flagged as AI because all brains word differently, there's a big difference in something getting flagged at a 10% AI, and a 80% AI.
At 10% ya, it's probably just their tone, but above 50% it's suspicious, getting to 80% is insane. You saw in the video I used a bot to write. It didn't even score that high. If your really wanna sit here and tell me that they're not using AI, maybe they're just autistic, then go ahead. I'm not fucking buying it though.
Tone Policing
In case you were unaware what tone policing it, you can go ahead and read this.
I came on here with a video explaining everything in a calm manner and giving facts and evidence. You, however, came onto my blog, reblogged my mutuals things, all while disregarding the logic of the content that I showed. All for what? If anyone is tone policing, it's you. I'm mad, yes, and you took that and decided I was just ranting and witch hunting to be a dick, which I'm not. This is an issue in every fucking fandom at the moment, this is just the one I'm currently in so this is where I'm noticing it.
AI Detectors Don't Work
They do, that's the thing. They work. They're used in businesses, they're used in for education, and they can be used for anyone. Some of them use patters to detect AI, some of them use algorithms, and some of them can read other AI languages and figure out where it came from.
Are they always accurate? Absolutely not. But when you run several things through one by a single writer and all of them come up as AI, then you run something that say, you wrote and know it isn't AI, and it comes out as 0%, there can be an issue there. I use this detector because I ran it through several tests. The one in the video sure as hell wasn't the first time I tested it. I did several different runs in the past of using Janitor, C.ai, ChatGPT, just to see how accurate it is, while also getting original content from myself and others. Any time AI was involved, it detected. Any time it was written by a human, it was a 0%.
Teachers using detectors
Wanna know why they have to use detectors? Because of AI "writers". It is a problem everywhere. Now that we have AI that can pump out 1k words in less than five minutes, people have been using and abusing it.
Sure it sucks if a student gets flagged and they didn't, but in academia they don't just tell a student it's wrong and fail them. They look into it. Which is what I did. I looked into it. I didn't just find someone's writing and run it through then pointed a finger. I looked into that shit.
The person in the video? Wanna know the first sign for me that something was off? The style changed. I read their works in the past and it was different. You can go to their blog and read their older stuff, then their latest stuff. It's different. The second sign? I read it and it came off as AI written. It felt off. So I checked it, and my intuition was right. So I then checked their other stuff after.
Personally I can't say anything when it comes to how fast someone pumps out a fic. I can write 3k words in an hour. I'm a fast writer, and I know I'm not the only one, but seeing so many people suddenly posting so much stuff rapidly. I know I'm an anomaly with my writing speed from years of people telling me this, so seeing everyone writing at the same speed was a bit suspicious.
"The model learns statistical patterns."
So do AI checkers. They learn models and statistical patterns, the same ones the bots use. It's how it can tell it's a bit.
"Your friend likely wrote some prompts for c.ai."
Hey, he's my friend too. First off he uses Janitor, and I dunno if you ever made a Janitor bot, but there's categories for different sections! There's the personality, scenario, initial message, and dialogue.
You can make a super detailed bot, or a super simple one. Our friend decided to make a complex bot, using about 4k words in total for everything.
In the initial message the bot will try to keep their writing style, at least for a good amount of messages, the same. As well as the example dialogue. That means if you put in your writing style for that initial message and all the example dialogues, the bot will write in a similar fashion to you. It's how he could tell, because the fics were a lot like his writing style.
It also made sense because, until he took it down, if you typed "Doctor Zayne" onto Janitor, his was the most popular.
So ya, he doesn't use C.ai, and he used hella tokens in Janitor to make that bot write like him, and it did. It also gave long responses. Long enough to make an entire fic out of it.
Shaming People into not posting again
Actually yes, yes I am. I'm shaming people who are using Ai for their writing and claiming it as their own to stop posting. Or at least own up to the fact that they used AI in their writing.
If you don't want to be called out on using AI for your writing, then don't do it. We can tell when you do. Just don't do it. It's such a simple solution that you seem to be overlooking. People should feel shame honestly because we learned in elementary school that plagiarism is bad, but here are with all these AI fics.
"Fanfic is supposed to be about fun and exploring your own creativity."
That's why I'm so pissed about this. It is supposed to be fun, and in your own words, exploring your own creativity. Where the hell is your own creativity in using bots? It's not there. Using Ai isn't creative, instead it's stealing the creativity of others.
If you wanna use a bot, go ahead, but don't post it and say you wrote it. Write your own fics.
"This post tries to dress up harassment as community protection is twisted."
I'm not trying to protect a community, I'm not some damn guardian. I'm calling people out on using AI. This isn't some moral high ground right now, I don't think I'm better than others. I'm mad that people are claiming their writing is their own when we can tell a mile away a bot wrote it.
We're allowed to see things in different lights. You say I'm harassing people, I say I'm informing people of an issue that I see often. You think you're defending people who don't use AI when it's proven they do, I say you're being complacent to spare feelings when this is an issue. You're defending AI writers. There's two sides right now, people who use are fine with AI being used in writing, and people who are fed up. I'm fed up. I'm putting myself out there, knowing full well the backlash I can receive, and I'm still doing it because somebody fucking has to.
Our Right To Do This
Welcome to the internet! If you put out content, it's allowed to be criticized. It's allowed to be checked out for AI. Just like how you have the right to reblog my post and call me a bully, I have the right to call out those who use AI. This isn’t a conversation about the ethics of AI, it’s a conversation about using AI in your writing and not saying anything.
I think I've said enough, and honestly I'm done conversing with you. I doubt anything I've said will even register in your mind, nor do I care if it does. I've said my peace with you and I'll leave it be.
Here's what's telling about your response: You're proud of trying to shame people into silence. You openly admit it. All this talk about "informing people" and "calling out issues" is just cover for what you actually said: you want to make the people you’re targeting afraid to create and share work because they did it the “wrong” way, as far as you’re concerned.
You’re not content to let the readers decide. You need these people out of your space asap, because their work is more low-effort than yours, or so you assume.
Your testing methodology for these detectors is textbook confirmation bias. Running a few tests and getting the results you expected doesn't validate a tool. The fact that you found exactly what you were looking for should make you more skeptical, not less (scientific method anyone?). And your explanation about "AI checkers learning the same patterns as bots" shows you don't understand at all how these systems actually work. I do, btw. I can take apart the math in detail.
The Janitor bot situation undermines your own argument. Yes, if you write detailed prompts, you'll get outputs that match your style. That's what the tool is designed to do. Your friend chose to put those prompts on a public platform. Now you're angry that people are using the public tool as intended? That's not theft or plagiarism - that's literally what the software is for.
You'll note I don't weaponize my own neurodivergence or past experiences here - they have no bearing on the validity of my arguments. Your wielding of your own autism as a shield is particularly concerning. "I pass their test, so anyone who fails must be lying" completely ignores how neurodivergence presents differently in different people.
This whole crusade reeks of fandom purity policing - the same mentality that goes after people for shipping the "wrong" things or writing in the "wrong" way. You've just found a new technological angle to dress up the same old exclusionary tactics.
And your education comparison actually works against you: Good teachers don't publicly shame students based on unreliable detector results. They engage with the work itself and have direct conversations if they have concerns.
The "welcome to the internet!" defense of harassment is classic abuser logic - "if you didn't want to be attacked, you shouldn't have existed in public." Combined with proud declarations about shaming people into silence, it reveals what this is really about: control and punishment, not protecting anything.
There's absolutely a nuanced discussion to be had about AI's role in creative work and society. This isn't that discussion. This is you wanting a pat on the back for running a harassment campaign, and lashing out when you didn't get it.
Let me be crystal clear, again: I'm not questioning your evidence because I think it's valid but incomplete. I'm questioning your right to run harassment campaigns against other writers at all. No amount of "testing" or "documentation" makes that okay.
I agree with you on one point though—there’s no point in engaging further.
Wait if you are arguing that people using AI bots to write fanfic for them and then posting it without disclosing that a bot wrote for them then I’m not really here to entertain that argument even a little lol
@starfallforest Is not disclosing AI assistance illegal? No. Is it unethical? That's certainly an issue that can be discussed, but not if the arguments made are on this level. Lol. (Since you seem to think "lol" is a valid rebuttal rather than immature cope...)
Might be good to keep in mind that your concept of ethics isn't universal. Morality, especially with regards to issues like these, is nuanced, influenced by many factors (geographical, sociological, etc.). Means people can actually disagree with you and it doesn't automatically make them assholes.
Some food for thought for future discussions. I'm out.
Hey there! AI steals. It is unethical. It scrapes whatever is online without the consent of the creator, shoves it in a blender, and spits out the hard work and skill of real artists and writers in an puddle of vomit identifiable as whatever some lazy fuck wrote into the prompt. It is stealing. It wouldn't exist if it did not steal the information it needs to form that vomit. If you want to talk legality and/or morality and/or ethics, that's why there are so many active lawsuits against ai image generators. Text generators are no better. If laws ever catch up with this technology, you bet there will be people suing for theft of copyrighted intellectual property, which does include literature. Hope this helps 💞
@leaderincrows You're repeating talking points without understanding a thing about the tech you're criticizing. These are neural networks using complex attention mechanisms to learn statistical patterns in language - building probabilistic models of how words and concepts relate, learning from billions of parameters across multiple layers of transformers.
It's not a "blender" copying content. It’s more like how a brain builds neural pathways through repeated exposure and pattern recognition. The lawsuits you're citing are specifically about image generation, which uses completely different technical architectures than language models and which is trained differently. And it’s not like a verdict has been reached or anything.
"Everybody knows AI steals" won’t work with me — I've worked in CS research and can break down the actual math. My understanding isn’t based on woowoo internet hearsay and vibes. If you want to discuss ethics or legality, maybe start by understanding what you're actually criticizing rather than repeating oversimplified metaphors.
And again — is there a discussion to be had? Sure! Does it excuse stirring up a witch hunt in an otherwise peaceful fandom? No. 🙄
So anyway, @wh1msic4lwasab1 recently posted a fic that popped up at 91% AI written, (which was only checked because one of my buddies can spot Ai writing anywhere and let me know). She then went ahead and claimed it was from Chegg and Grammarly, so I decided to make a video recording of checking things,
Mind you, in this video I put a timer in it so you can see there's no cuts. I sped parts up so it wasn't a 30 minute video, but you can see here that it's AI written.
And she's not the only one. There's been so many people using AI lately to write fics. If myself or one of my friends suspects a fic being written by AI, we tend to check it out. We're now compiling a list with recordings of going through and checking for AI and we'll be posting it once we have it, and yes it'll be a growing list.
I just don't understand why everyone is so chill with this. There was a huge uproar when people began doing generative artworks and it became something we shamed since it was stealing the work of others, and took no talent to do. This is the same thing. People are doing the same thing, but since it's harder to tell with writing, we're just letting it happen? Absolutely not.
Writing is a skill like any other. It takes time, patience, and creativity to do. There's a reason it's a job. Using AI to write your content is so disgusting. Just take the time to write it yourself. You don't know how to write? Then learn. Take the time and learn.
I'd have more respect if people at least said they used a bot to write their content, but we all know they won't because people don't want to read that.
I'm just fed up with all of this. Is it for likes and reblogs? Clout? Hustle culture? Guys wtf we're writing fan content, who cares how many likes you're getting. You should be doing this for fun, not for people to pat you on the back.
Do better.
Special thanks you: @zayne-li @starfallforest @loveanddeepgays and catgurltea (AO3) for allowing me to run their fics through an Ai checker to prove this point.
Look, this kind of witch-hunt is super toxic and needs to stop. You can NOT prove you didn’t use AI — that's not how proof works. Can’t prove a negative — something anyone with a shred of mathematical understanding knows.
AI detectors are garbage. they regularly flag demonstrably original content as "AI-generated." Even worse, it’s been shown they disproportionately flag writing by people on the autism spectrum as "AI-like" because of sentence structure and word choice patterns.
You're not protecting fandom, you're just bullying writers and creating an environment where people are afraid to share their work. This isn't high school; fanfic is supposed to be about fun and exploring your own creativity, not forming cliques to decide who's "real" enough to belong.
Grow up. Focus on building your own skills. Maybe try some humility. No one appointed you fandom guardian and the tone of your post as you clearly revel in the ritual humiliation of the person you chose to target made me throw up a little in my mouth.
hey idk if I would put my marbles into the basket of tone-policing the autistic person who wrote this post first of all. it kind of defeats your own point about how calling out AI writing might harm autistic writers. and it’s also kind of hypocritical with your own tone in your post?
secondly, hare and a few of us have been using more than just AI detectors to flag fanfic. this actually all started because my friend spent a lot of time in the beginning of the year writing a Zayne bot, only to notice recently more and more that people are using exactly his bot to write fic for them. because it’s his writing the bot is spitting out. they are stealing his writing.
people might not know how these AI bots or how the AI detectors work, but we do. The data (aka the actual writing the bot is averaging from websites like ao3 or that has been inputted into their database by their creator) is freely available in the databases of the bots and that is what the detector is pulling from. Yes, it’s not complete black and white guilt if someone scores a 50% or smth on the detector. But 91%? 85? Come on. In his own video Hare shows all of our fics scoring a ZERO. It is worth being aware, at least. I know Hare does not make this callout lightly is what I’m saying.
And maybe some people use the bot to only write a sentence or a paragraph. The bot is still taking that content from somewhere else that a human wrote. People can easily disclose that they used a bot in their writing, but they don’t because people aren’t interested in reading something someone didn’t even bother to write. At least I’m not. So they’re just omitting it completely and trying to get away with it. But using a bot to write is plagiarism. This isn’t some victimless action.
Yeah, let’s take this apart. Here's what's actually happening: Your friend likely wrote some prompts for c.ai, which uses a fairly basic LLM that likely overfits to its inputs, since the state space (dialogue only, must sound like character x based on small sample size) is so small. Not sure there’s a moral high ground to be had when you write for and use a role-playing ai in the first place, but let’s just run with it.
So when they say they're seeing "their writing" in other fics, they might genuinely be seeing similar patterns — not because anyone's "stealing," but because c.ai tends to generate very similar responses to similar prompts. That's not plagiarism. That's just what happens when lots of people use the same mediocre tool.
Your claim about "seeing the data" in some kind of bot database fundamentally misunderstands how these models work. The training data isn't "stored" anywhere — during training, the model learns statistical patterns that get encoded into its neural network weights. It's learning language patterns, not keeping a library of text to copy from. There's no database of stolen writing being referenced. This technical misunderstanding is being used to justify harassment.
And here's the thing about AI writing: A bad writer using AI will still produce bad writing, because they haven't developed the taste or sensitivity to know what makes prose flow and sing. The tool doesn't matter as much as the artist using it.
But let's talk about what's really disturbing here — this demand for public struggle sessions from accused writers. It’s the same toxic pattern in education too, btw, when teachers use unreliable AI detectors to accuse students without proof or recourse. It's not sustainable — these tools are fundamentally broken, they even SAY they produce false positives, so using them to police writing is both technically and ethically bankrupt. You can't prove a negative, and you can't build trust through surveillance. You know what innocent students accused of this do? They make their writing WORSE and run it through the same detectors until it’s no longer flagged. Does that sound like a sane process to you?
The pattern is always the same: accusation backed by pseudo-scientific "proof," demands for confession, and ritual humiliation. Stay silent? Guilty. Defend yourself? Guilty. Apologize? Guilty, but maybe you'll be allowed to keep existing in the space if you show enough penitence.
The way this post tries to dress up harassment as community protection is twisted. Building enemies lists and encouraging dogpiling while claiming it's "doing the work" or "protecting writers" is straight-up manipulative. You're not protecting anyone. You're creating a culture of fear where people are afraid to create at all.
When your fandom becomes a place where everyone is suspicious of everyone else and waiting for their turn in the stocks, you've lost something fundamental about what makes fandom worthwhile.
In summary, I’m not just questioning your “evidence”. I’m questioning your right, and the right of your friend, to initiate and participate in this kind of pile-up altogether.
Alright let's get some things cleared up because you are so freaking dead set on being right, and I personally don't feel like interacting with you after this. So you can go ahead and argue your points all you want, and imma argue mine. This is the internet, people are allowed to say what they want, but let's go ahead and discuss a few things you pointed out in a diplomatic manor.
It flags autistic writers
Hi, nice you meet you, I'm on the spectrum. I'm autistic. I don't go around letting everyone know because it's none of their damn business, but I'm letting you know now. Despite this, my content didn't get flagged in the slightest. One of the other people I ran through? Came out clean despite being on the spectrum as well. And while sure, some things might get flagged as AI because all brains word differently, there's a big difference in something getting flagged at a 10% AI, and a 80% AI.
At 10% ya, it's probably just their tone, but above 50% it's suspicious, getting to 80% is insane. You saw in the video I used a bot to write. It didn't even score that high. If your really wanna sit here and tell me that they're not using AI, maybe they're just autistic, then go ahead. I'm not fucking buying it though.
Tone Policing
In case you were unaware what tone policing it, you can go ahead and read this.
I came on here with a video explaining everything in a calm manner and giving facts and evidence. You, however, came onto my blog, reblogged my mutuals things, all while disregarding the logic of the content that I showed. All for what? If anyone is tone policing, it's you. I'm mad, yes, and you took that and decided I was just ranting and witch hunting to be a dick, which I'm not. This is an issue in every fucking fandom at the moment, this is just the one I'm currently in so this is where I'm noticing it.
AI Detectors Don't Work
They do, that's the thing. They work. They're used in businesses, they're used in for education, and they can be used for anyone. Some of them use patters to detect AI, some of them use algorithms, and some of them can read other AI languages and figure out where it came from.
Are they always accurate? Absolutely not. But when you run several things through one by a single writer and all of them come up as AI, then you run something that say, you wrote and know it isn't AI, and it comes out as 0%, there can be an issue there. I use this detector because I ran it through several tests. The one in the video sure as hell wasn't the first time I tested it. I did several different runs in the past of using Janitor, C.ai, ChatGPT, just to see how accurate it is, while also getting original content from myself and others. Any time AI was involved, it detected. Any time it was written by a human, it was a 0%.
Teachers using detectors
Wanna know why they have to use detectors? Because of AI "writers". It is a problem everywhere. Now that we have AI that can pump out 1k words in less than five minutes, people have been using and abusing it.
Sure it sucks if a student gets flagged and they didn't, but in academia they don't just tell a student it's wrong and fail them. They look into it. Which is what I did. I looked into it. I didn't just find someone's writing and run it through then pointed a finger. I looked into that shit.
The person in the video? Wanna know the first sign for me that something was off? The style changed. I read their works in the past and it was different. You can go to their blog and read their older stuff, then their latest stuff. It's different. The second sign? I read it and it came off as AI written. It felt off. So I checked it, and my intuition was right. So I then checked their other stuff after.
Personally I can't say anything when it comes to how fast someone pumps out a fic. I can write 3k words in an hour. I'm a fast writer, and I know I'm not the only one, but seeing so many people suddenly posting so much stuff rapidly. I know I'm an anomaly with my writing speed from years of people telling me this, so seeing everyone writing at the same speed was a bit suspicious.
"The model learns statistical patterns."
So do AI checkers. They learn models and statistical patterns, the same ones the bots use. It's how it can tell it's a bit.
"Your friend likely wrote some prompts for c.ai."
Hey, he's my friend too. First off he uses Janitor, and I dunno if you ever made a Janitor bot, but there's categories for different sections! There's the personality, scenario, initial message, and dialogue.
You can make a super detailed bot, or a super simple one. Our friend decided to make a complex bot, using about 4k words in total for everything.
In the initial message the bot will try to keep their writing style, at least for a good amount of messages, the same. As well as the example dialogue. That means if you put in your writing style for that initial message and all the example dialogues, the bot will write in a similar fashion to you. It's how he could tell, because the fics were a lot like his writing style.
It also made sense because, until he took it down, if you typed "Doctor Zayne" onto Janitor, his was the most popular.
So ya, he doesn't use C.ai, and he used hella tokens in Janitor to make that bot write like him, and it did. It also gave long responses. Long enough to make an entire fic out of it.
Shaming People into not posting again
Actually yes, yes I am. I'm shaming people who are using Ai for their writing and claiming it as their own to stop posting. Or at least own up to the fact that they used AI in their writing.
If you don't want to be called out on using AI for your writing, then don't do it. We can tell when you do. Just don't do it. It's such a simple solution that you seem to be overlooking. People should feel shame honestly because we learned in elementary school that plagiarism is bad, but here are with all these AI fics.
"Fanfic is supposed to be about fun and exploring your own creativity."
That's why I'm so pissed about this. It is supposed to be fun, and in your own words, exploring your own creativity. Where the hell is your own creativity in using bots? It's not there. Using Ai isn't creative, instead it's stealing the creativity of others.
If you wanna use a bot, go ahead, but don't post it and say you wrote it. Write your own fics.
"This post tries to dress up harassment as community protection is twisted."
I'm not trying to protect a community, I'm not some damn guardian. I'm calling people out on using AI. This isn't some moral high ground right now, I don't think I'm better than others. I'm mad that people are claiming their writing is their own when we can tell a mile away a bot wrote it.
We're allowed to see things in different lights. You say I'm harassing people, I say I'm informing people of an issue that I see often. You think you're defending people who don't use AI when it's proven they do, I say you're being complacent to spare feelings when this is an issue. You're defending AI writers. There's two sides right now, people who use are fine with AI being used in writing, and people who are fed up. I'm fed up. I'm putting myself out there, knowing full well the backlash I can receive, and I'm still doing it because somebody fucking has to.
Our Right To Do This
Welcome to the internet! If you put out content, it's allowed to be criticized. It's allowed to be checked out for AI. Just like how you have the right to reblog my post and call me a bully, I have the right to call out those who use AI. This isn’t a conversation about the ethics of AI, it’s a conversation about using AI in your writing and not saying anything.
I think I've said enough, and honestly I'm done conversing with you. I doubt anything I've said will even register in your mind, nor do I care if it does. I've said my peace with you and I'll leave it be.
Here's what's telling about your response: You're proud of trying to shame people into silence. You openly admit it. All this talk about "informing people" and "calling out issues" is just cover for what you actually said: you want to make the people you’re targeting afraid to create and share work because they did it the “wrong” way, as far as you’re concerned.
You’re not content to let the readers decide. You need these people out of your space asap, because their work is more low-effort than yours, or so you assume.
Your testing methodology for these detectors is textbook confirmation bias. Running a few tests and getting the results you expected doesn't validate a tool. The fact that you found exactly what you were looking for should make you more skeptical, not less (scientific method anyone?). And your explanation about "AI checkers learning the same patterns as bots" shows you don't understand at all how these systems actually work. I do, btw. I can take apart the math in detail.
The Janitor bot situation undermines your own argument. Yes, if you write detailed prompts, you'll get outputs that match your style. That's what the tool is designed to do. Your friend chose to put those prompts on a public platform. Now you're angry that people are using the public tool as intended? That's not theft or plagiarism - that's literally what the software is for.
You'll note I don't weaponize my own neurodivergence or past experiences here - they have no bearing on the validity of my arguments. Your wielding of your own autism as a shield is particularly concerning. "I pass their test, so anyone who fails must be lying" completely ignores how neurodivergence presents differently in different people.
This whole crusade reeks of fandom purity policing - the same mentality that goes after people for shipping the "wrong" things or writing in the "wrong" way. You've just found a new technological angle to dress up the same old exclusionary tactics.
And your education comparison actually works against you: Good teachers don't publicly shame students based on unreliable detector results. They engage with the work itself and have direct conversations if they have concerns.
The "welcome to the internet!" defense of harassment is classic abuser logic - "if you didn't want to be attacked, you shouldn't have existed in public." Combined with proud declarations about shaming people into silence, it reveals what this is really about: control and punishment, not protecting anything.
There's absolutely a nuanced discussion to be had about AI's role in creative work and society. This isn't that discussion. This is you wanting a pat on the back for running a harassment campaign, and lashing out when you didn't get it.
Let me be crystal clear, again: I'm not questioning your evidence because I think it's valid but incomplete. I'm questioning your right to run harassment campaigns against other writers at all. No amount of "testing" or "documentation" makes that okay.
I agree with you on one point though—there’s no point in engaging further.
Wait if you are arguing that people using AI bots to write fanfic for them and then posting it without disclosing that a bot wrote for them then I’m not really here to entertain that argument even a little lol
@starfallforest Is not disclosing AI assistance illegal? No. Is it unethical? That's certainly an issue that can be discussed, but not if the arguments made are on this level. Lol. (Since you seem to think "lol" is a valid rebuttal rather than immature cope...)
Might be good to keep in mind that your concept of ethics isn't universal. Morality, especially with regards to issues like these, is nuanced, influenced by many factors (geographical, sociological, etc.). Means people can actually disagree with you and it doesn't automatically make them assholes.
Some food for thought for future discussions. I'm out.
So anyway, @wh1msic4lwasab1 recently posted a fic that popped up at 91% AI written, (which was only checked because one of my buddies can spot Ai writing anywhere and let me know). She then went ahead and claimed it was from Chegg and Grammarly, so I decided to make a video recording of checking things,
Mind you, in this video I put a timer in it so you can see there's no cuts. I sped parts up so it wasn't a 30 minute video, but you can see here that it's AI written.
And she's not the only one. There's been so many people using AI lately to write fics. If myself or one of my friends suspects a fic being written by AI, we tend to check it out. We're now compiling a list with recordings of going through and checking for AI and we'll be posting it once we have it, and yes it'll be a growing list.
I just don't understand why everyone is so chill with this. There was a huge uproar when people began doing generative artworks and it became something we shamed since it was stealing the work of others, and took no talent to do. This is the same thing. People are doing the same thing, but since it's harder to tell with writing, we're just letting it happen? Absolutely not.
Writing is a skill like any other. It takes time, patience, and creativity to do. There's a reason it's a job. Using AI to write your content is so disgusting. Just take the time to write it yourself. You don't know how to write? Then learn. Take the time and learn.
I'd have more respect if people at least said they used a bot to write their content, but we all know they won't because people don't want to read that.
I'm just fed up with all of this. Is it for likes and reblogs? Clout? Hustle culture? Guys wtf we're writing fan content, who cares how many likes you're getting. You should be doing this for fun, not for people to pat you on the back.
Do better.
Special thanks you: @zayne-li @starfallforest @loveanddeepgays and catgurltea (AO3) for allowing me to run their fics through an Ai checker to prove this point.
Look, this kind of witch-hunt is super toxic and needs to stop. You can NOT prove you didn’t use AI — that's not how proof works. Can’t prove a negative — something anyone with a shred of mathematical understanding knows.
AI detectors are garbage. they regularly flag demonstrably original content as "AI-generated." Even worse, it’s been shown they disproportionately flag writing by people on the autism spectrum as "AI-like" because of sentence structure and word choice patterns.
You're not protecting fandom, you're just bullying writers and creating an environment where people are afraid to share their work. This isn't high school; fanfic is supposed to be about fun and exploring your own creativity, not forming cliques to decide who's "real" enough to belong.
Grow up. Focus on building your own skills. Maybe try some humility. No one appointed you fandom guardian and the tone of your post as you clearly revel in the ritual humiliation of the person you chose to target made me throw up a little in my mouth.
hey idk if I would put my marbles into the basket of tone-policing the autistic person who wrote this post first of all. it kind of defeats your own point about how calling out AI writing might harm autistic writers. and it’s also kind of hypocritical with your own tone in your post?
secondly, hare and a few of us have been using more than just AI detectors to flag fanfic. this actually all started because my friend spent a lot of time in the beginning of the year writing a Zayne bot, only to notice recently more and more that people are using exactly his bot to write fic for them. because it’s his writing the bot is spitting out. they are stealing his writing.
people might not know how these AI bots or how the AI detectors work, but we do. The data (aka the actual writing the bot is averaging from websites like ao3 or that has been inputted into their database by their creator) is freely available in the databases of the bots and that is what the detector is pulling from. Yes, it’s not complete black and white guilt if someone scores a 50% or smth on the detector. But 91%? 85? Come on. In his own video Hare shows all of our fics scoring a ZERO. It is worth being aware, at least. I know Hare does not make this callout lightly is what I’m saying.
And maybe some people use the bot to only write a sentence or a paragraph. The bot is still taking that content from somewhere else that a human wrote. People can easily disclose that they used a bot in their writing, but they don’t because people aren’t interested in reading something someone didn’t even bother to write. At least I’m not. So they’re just omitting it completely and trying to get away with it. But using a bot to write is plagiarism. This isn’t some victimless action.
Yeah, let’s take this apart. Here's what's actually happening: Your friend likely wrote some prompts for c.ai, which uses a fairly basic LLM that likely overfits to its inputs, since the state space (dialogue only, must sound like character x based on small sample size) is so small. Not sure there’s a moral high ground to be had when you write for and use a role-playing ai in the first place, but let’s just run with it.
So when they say they're seeing "their writing" in other fics, they might genuinely be seeing similar patterns — not because anyone's "stealing," but because c.ai tends to generate very similar responses to similar prompts. That's not plagiarism. That's just what happens when lots of people use the same mediocre tool.
Your claim about "seeing the data" in some kind of bot database fundamentally misunderstands how these models work. The training data isn't "stored" anywhere — during training, the model learns statistical patterns that get encoded into its neural network weights. It's learning language patterns, not keeping a library of text to copy from. There's no database of stolen writing being referenced. This technical misunderstanding is being used to justify harassment.
And here's the thing about AI writing: A bad writer using AI will still produce bad writing, because they haven't developed the taste or sensitivity to know what makes prose flow and sing. The tool doesn't matter as much as the artist using it.
But let's talk about what's really disturbing here — this demand for public struggle sessions from accused writers. It’s the same toxic pattern in education too, btw, when teachers use unreliable AI detectors to accuse students without proof or recourse. It's not sustainable — these tools are fundamentally broken, they even SAY they produce false positives, so using them to police writing is both technically and ethically bankrupt. You can't prove a negative, and you can't build trust through surveillance. You know what innocent students accused of this do? They make their writing WORSE and run it through the same detectors until it’s no longer flagged. Does that sound like a sane process to you?
The pattern is always the same: accusation backed by pseudo-scientific "proof," demands for confession, and ritual humiliation. Stay silent? Guilty. Defend yourself? Guilty. Apologize? Guilty, but maybe you'll be allowed to keep existing in the space if you show enough penitence.
The way this post tries to dress up harassment as community protection is twisted. Building enemies lists and encouraging dogpiling while claiming it's "doing the work" or "protecting writers" is straight-up manipulative. You're not protecting anyone. You're creating a culture of fear where people are afraid to create at all.
When your fandom becomes a place where everyone is suspicious of everyone else and waiting for their turn in the stocks, you've lost something fundamental about what makes fandom worthwhile.
In summary, I’m not just questioning your “evidence”. I’m questioning your right, and the right of your friend, to initiate and participate in this kind of pile-up altogether.
Alright let's get some things cleared up because you are so freaking dead set on being right, and I personally don't feel like interacting with you after this. So you can go ahead and argue your points all you want, and imma argue mine. This is the internet, people are allowed to say what they want, but let's go ahead and discuss a few things you pointed out in a diplomatic manor.
It flags autistic writers
Hi, nice you meet you, I'm on the spectrum. I'm autistic. I don't go around letting everyone know because it's none of their damn business, but I'm letting you know now. Despite this, my content didn't get flagged in the slightest. One of the other people I ran through? Came out clean despite being on the spectrum as well. And while sure, some things might get flagged as AI because all brains word differently, there's a big difference in something getting flagged at a 10% AI, and a 80% AI.
At 10% ya, it's probably just their tone, but above 50% it's suspicious, getting to 80% is insane. You saw in the video I used a bot to write. It didn't even score that high. If your really wanna sit here and tell me that they're not using AI, maybe they're just autistic, then go ahead. I'm not fucking buying it though.
Tone Policing
In case you were unaware what tone policing it, you can go ahead and read this.
I came on here with a video explaining everything in a calm manner and giving facts and evidence. You, however, came onto my blog, reblogged my mutuals things, all while disregarding the logic of the content that I showed. All for what? If anyone is tone policing, it's you. I'm mad, yes, and you took that and decided I was just ranting and witch hunting to be a dick, which I'm not. This is an issue in every fucking fandom at the moment, this is just the one I'm currently in so this is where I'm noticing it.
AI Detectors Don't Work
They do, that's the thing. They work. They're used in businesses, they're used in for education, and they can be used for anyone. Some of them use patters to detect AI, some of them use algorithms, and some of them can read other AI languages and figure out where it came from.
Are they always accurate? Absolutely not. But when you run several things through one by a single writer and all of them come up as AI, then you run something that say, you wrote and know it isn't AI, and it comes out as 0%, there can be an issue there. I use this detector because I ran it through several tests. The one in the video sure as hell wasn't the first time I tested it. I did several different runs in the past of using Janitor, C.ai, ChatGPT, just to see how accurate it is, while also getting original content from myself and others. Any time AI was involved, it detected. Any time it was written by a human, it was a 0%.
Teachers using detectors
Wanna know why they have to use detectors? Because of AI "writers". It is a problem everywhere. Now that we have AI that can pump out 1k words in less than five minutes, people have been using and abusing it.
Sure it sucks if a student gets flagged and they didn't, but in academia they don't just tell a student it's wrong and fail them. They look into it. Which is what I did. I looked into it. I didn't just find someone's writing and run it through then pointed a finger. I looked into that shit.
The person in the video? Wanna know the first sign for me that something was off? The style changed. I read their works in the past and it was different. You can go to their blog and read their older stuff, then their latest stuff. It's different. The second sign? I read it and it came off as AI written. It felt off. So I checked it, and my intuition was right. So I then checked their other stuff after.
Personally I can't say anything when it comes to how fast someone pumps out a fic. I can write 3k words in an hour. I'm a fast writer, and I know I'm not the only one, but seeing so many people suddenly posting so much stuff rapidly. I know I'm an anomaly with my writing speed from years of people telling me this, so seeing everyone writing at the same speed was a bit suspicious.
"The model learns statistical patterns."
So do AI checkers. They learn models and statistical patterns, the same ones the bots use. It's how it can tell it's a bit.
"Your friend likely wrote some prompts for c.ai."
Hey, he's my friend too. First off he uses Janitor, and I dunno if you ever made a Janitor bot, but there's categories for different sections! There's the personality, scenario, initial message, and dialogue.
You can make a super detailed bot, or a super simple one. Our friend decided to make a complex bot, using about 4k words in total for everything.
In the initial message the bot will try to keep their writing style, at least for a good amount of messages, the same. As well as the example dialogue. That means if you put in your writing style for that initial message and all the example dialogues, the bot will write in a similar fashion to you. It's how he could tell, because the fics were a lot like his writing style.
It also made sense because, until he took it down, if you typed "Doctor Zayne" onto Janitor, his was the most popular.
So ya, he doesn't use C.ai, and he used hella tokens in Janitor to make that bot write like him, and it did. It also gave long responses. Long enough to make an entire fic out of it.
Shaming People into not posting again
Actually yes, yes I am. I'm shaming people who are using Ai for their writing and claiming it as their own to stop posting. Or at least own up to the fact that they used AI in their writing.
If you don't want to be called out on using AI for your writing, then don't do it. We can tell when you do. Just don't do it. It's such a simple solution that you seem to be overlooking. People should feel shame honestly because we learned in elementary school that plagiarism is bad, but here are with all these AI fics.
"Fanfic is supposed to be about fun and exploring your own creativity."
That's why I'm so pissed about this. It is supposed to be fun, and in your own words, exploring your own creativity. Where the hell is your own creativity in using bots? It's not there. Using Ai isn't creative, instead it's stealing the creativity of others.
If you wanna use a bot, go ahead, but don't post it and say you wrote it. Write your own fics.
"This post tries to dress up harassment as community protection is twisted."
I'm not trying to protect a community, I'm not some damn guardian. I'm calling people out on using AI. This isn't some moral high ground right now, I don't think I'm better than others. I'm mad that people are claiming their writing is their own when we can tell a mile away a bot wrote it.
We're allowed to see things in different lights. You say I'm harassing people, I say I'm informing people of an issue that I see often. You think you're defending people who don't use AI when it's proven they do, I say you're being complacent to spare feelings when this is an issue. You're defending AI writers. There's two sides right now, people who use are fine with AI being used in writing, and people who are fed up. I'm fed up. I'm putting myself out there, knowing full well the backlash I can receive, and I'm still doing it because somebody fucking has to.
Our Right To Do This
Welcome to the internet! If you put out content, it's allowed to be criticized. It's allowed to be checked out for AI. Just like how you have the right to reblog my post and call me a bully, I have the right to call out those who use AI. This isn’t a conversation about the ethics of AI, it’s a conversation about using AI in your writing and not saying anything.
I think I've said enough, and honestly I'm done conversing with you. I doubt anything I've said will even register in your mind, nor do I care if it does. I've said my peace with you and I'll leave it be.
Here's what's telling about your response: You're proud of trying to shame people into silence. You openly admit it. All this talk about "informing people" and "calling out issues" is just cover for what you actually said: you want to make the people you’re targeting afraid to create and share work because they did it the “wrong” way, as far as you’re concerned.
You’re not content to let the readers decide. You need these people out of your space asap, because their work is more low-effort than yours, or so you assume.
Your testing methodology for these detectors is textbook confirmation bias. Running a few tests and getting the results you expected doesn't validate a tool. The fact that you found exactly what you were looking for should make you more skeptical, not less (scientific method anyone?). And your explanation about "AI checkers learning the same patterns as bots" shows you don't understand at all how these systems actually work. I do, btw. I can take apart the math in detail.
The Janitor bot situation undermines your own argument. Yes, if you write detailed prompts, you'll get outputs that match your style. That's what the tool is designed to do. Your friend chose to put those prompts on a public platform. Now you're angry that people are using the public tool as intended? That's not theft or plagiarism - that's literally what the software is for.
You'll note I don't weaponize my own neurodivergence or past experiences here - they have no bearing on the validity of my arguments. Your wielding of your own autism as a shield is particularly concerning. "I pass their test, so anyone who fails must be lying" completely ignores how neurodivergence presents differently in different people.
This whole crusade reeks of fandom purity policing - the same mentality that goes after people for shipping the "wrong" things or writing in the "wrong" way. You've just found a new technological angle to dress up the same old exclusionary tactics.
And your education comparison actually works against you: Good teachers don't publicly shame students based on unreliable detector results. They engage with the work itself and have direct conversations if they have concerns.
The "welcome to the internet!" defense of harassment is classic abuser logic - "if you didn't want to be attacked, you shouldn't have existed in public." Combined with proud declarations about shaming people into silence, it reveals what this is really about: control and punishment, not protecting anything.
There's absolutely a nuanced discussion to be had about AI's role in creative work and society. This isn't that discussion. This is you wanting a pat on the back for running a harassment campaign, and lashing out when you didn't get it.
Let me be crystal clear, again: I'm not questioning your evidence because I think it's valid but incomplete. I'm questioning your right to run harassment campaigns against other writers at all. No amount of "testing" or "documentation" makes that okay.
I agree with you on one point though—there’s no point in engaging further.
"Yuuji-- if you don't mind, can I ask you something?"
Yuuji looked up from his phone, feeling so grown up to be in the Jujutsu High staffroom with Kento. He raised his eyebrows, the scar across his lip tugging up.
"Uh...yeah, sure. Go crazy."
"What is scary dog privilege, exactly?"
"Scary dog privilege? Huh, well...let's see, uhm...so it's like..."
Yuuji explained, all peaches and wide eyes and animated hands. Kento nodded occasionally, listening intently. His mind, naturally, strayed to you; you were what this was all about, after all.
As with any thought of you (you being his blossoming latent obsession), Kento's stomach flipped, his grip tightening fractionally around his coffee.
Kento remembered.
He remembered when he dropped you home. You checked over your shoulder, again, and again, and again, before you unlocked your door and hurried inside.
He remembered how he had once walked up behind you without much thought, and you spun with panic in your eyes. Kento recalled how quickly you had relaxed, to see it was him, and how high his hope climbed as a result.
He remembered how you had spilled the contents of your bag. You snatched your pepper spray up in the hope that his keen eyes had missed it.
He remembered how you headed to the subway after a staff night out. Your keys had been curiously gripped between your fingers, a weapon that wasn't a weapon.
He remembered, how just the day before, he and you had walked together through central Tokyo to get lunch. You had sat on a park bench together, and Kento had been so overwhelmed by the need to hold it together, Kento, keep it together, that he barely registered the relief written on your skin.
You had eaten in comfortable silence, then leaned over to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek on the way to the bins.
"Thanks for the scary dog privilege, Kento. It's the first time in a long time that I've relaxed in public."
Kento's eyes had drifted closed for just a few moments too long, with the warmth of your lips on his skin, and he stuttered, fumbling, unlike himself.
"Ah...scary...dog privilege?" He asked, quiet. But you were already gone; throwing your crumbs to the ducks.
Yuuji's voice snapped Kento out of memory, and back to the staffroom.
"Dunno if that makes sense, Nanamin?"
A molten pit of spite and rage ignited in Kento once he put two and two together. Scary dog privilege. He gave you scary dog privilege. Why was walking the streets in safety a privilege? Shit. Kento kept his voice level, patting Yuuji on the shoulder as he left, his steaming coffee abandoned.
"Thank you, Yuuji. Stay safe out there this afternoon, and call me when you're finished, please."
If Kento hadn't already felt dirty enough with the knowledge that he pleasured himself to thoughts of you every night, he felt worse, now. He stalked through the corridors of Jujutsu High, calling Ijichi, calling Shoko, determined to find you.
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Once you noticed how one man's gaze lingered on you, you noticed them all. To you, almost all seemed to do it, and to every woman, be they 18 or 80, tall or short or curvy or lithe or gay or straight or anywhere in between. Then, when you began to notice the gazes on 16 year olds, or 12 year olds, or--
You had nauseated by the time you turned the corner to grab lunch. Simultaneously built up and dragged down and accused, you were a madonna and a whore and a bitch. You wondered, vaguely, how deeply, how incurably the disease ran, as you entered the bustling café. You didn't want to think about it. You'd just grab food, and go, and--
"Ah. Good afternoon."
You blinked, to see Kento before you in the queue, and felt a warm burst of joy from your tummy to your toes.
"Kento, I'm...happier than you know, to see you, actually."
A satisfied hum. "I had a feeling you might be. Now...about something you said yesterday...."
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Nanami Kento didn't immediately strike one as a scary dog. He was built, yes, but his suits hid it well, and he was only a little taller than average, and really quite mild, but--
-- oh.
The way his glares could frost a soul. The way other men bounced off him, a stone wall, when a shoulder 'accidentally' hit his. The way his eyes found wayward gazes like a sniper, with the dulcet loading of a bullet behind his sneer. The silent commanding respect. The dares that other men would not dare.
It was no wonder, then, how you and Kento, became you and Shoko and Kento, became you and Shoko and Maki and Nobara and Kento. While individually able to fight your own fights, feeling Kento's scary dog privilege melt threats with acid, was a burden blissfully relieved.
With Kento's protective Midas' touch, your daily lunches turned to gold, unsullied and unmolested. Still...he was there for the whole group.
So why, then, in such a large group, did you look up to find his gaze on you, and only you? How could his eyes caress without staring? It was sorcery, surely.
Kento sequestered you one day, throwing his crumbs to the ducks alongside yours, as the others chatted on the benches behind you. You looked up, shooting him a sideways smile, and wondering how you could ever be good enough for him. He spoke quietly.
"I always believed a dog to have just one owner."
You felt your stomach twist with insinuation. You laid the thread.
"...oh?"
"And while I'm happy to offer my privileges to the benefit of a group, I...would like to be in the position to make such a privilege exclusive."
You swallowed hard, looking sideways again with hope against hope against hope against--
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So anyway, @wh1msic4lwasab1 recently posted a fic that popped up at 91% AI written, (which was only checked because one of my buddies can spot Ai writing anywhere and let me know). She then went ahead and claimed it was from Chegg and Grammarly, so I decided to make a video recording of checking things,
Mind you, in this video I put a timer in it so you can see there's no cuts. I sped parts up so it wasn't a 30 minute video, but you can see here that it's AI written.
And she's not the only one. There's been so many people using AI lately to write fics. If myself or one of my friends suspects a fic being written by AI, we tend to check it out. We're now compiling a list with recordings of going through and checking for AI and we'll be posting it once we have it, and yes it'll be a growing list.
I just don't understand why everyone is so chill with this. There was a huge uproar when people began doing generative artworks and it became something we shamed since it was stealing the work of others, and took no talent to do. This is the same thing. People are doing the same thing, but since it's harder to tell with writing, we're just letting it happen? Absolutely not.
Writing is a skill like any other. It takes time, patience, and creativity to do. There's a reason it's a job. Using AI to write your content is so disgusting. Just take the time to write it yourself. You don't know how to write? Then learn. Take the time and learn.
I'd have more respect if people at least said they used a bot to write their content, but we all know they won't because people don't want to read that.
I'm just fed up with all of this. Is it for likes and reblogs? Clout? Hustle culture? Guys wtf we're writing fan content, who cares how many likes you're getting. You should be doing this for fun, not for people to pat you on the back.
Do better.
Special thanks you: @zayne-li @starfallforest @loveanddeepgays and catgurltea (AO3) for allowing me to run their fics through an Ai checker to prove this point.
Look, this kind of witch-hunt is super toxic and needs to stop. You can NOT prove you didn’t use AI — that's not how proof works. Can’t prove a negative — something anyone with a shred of mathematical understanding knows.
AI detectors are garbage. they regularly flag demonstrably original content as "AI-generated." Even worse, it’s been shown they disproportionately flag writing by people on the autism spectrum as "AI-like" because of sentence structure and word choice patterns.
You're not protecting fandom, you're just bullying writers and creating an environment where people are afraid to share their work. This isn't high school; fanfic is supposed to be about fun and exploring your own creativity, not forming cliques to decide who's "real" enough to belong.
Grow up. Focus on building your own skills. Maybe try some humility. No one appointed you fandom guardian and the tone of your post as you clearly revel in the ritual humiliation of the person you chose to target made me throw up a little in my mouth.
hey idk if I would put my marbles into the basket of tone-policing the autistic person who wrote this post first of all. it kind of defeats your own point about how calling out AI writing might harm autistic writers. and it’s also kind of hypocritical with your own tone in your post?
secondly, hare and a few of us have been using more than just AI detectors to flag fanfic. this actually all started because my friend spent a lot of time in the beginning of the year writing a Zayne bot, only to notice recently more and more that people are using exactly his bot to write fic for them. because it’s his writing the bot is spitting out. they are stealing his writing.
people might not know how these AI bots or how the AI detectors work, but we do. The data (aka the actual writing the bot is averaging from websites like ao3 or that has been inputted into their database by their creator) is freely available in the databases of the bots and that is what the detector is pulling from. Yes, it’s not complete black and white guilt if someone scores a 50% or smth on the detector. But 91%? 85? Come on. In his own video Hare shows all of our fics scoring a ZERO. It is worth being aware, at least. I know Hare does not make this callout lightly is what I’m saying.
And maybe some people use the bot to only write a sentence or a paragraph. The bot is still taking that content from somewhere else that a human wrote. People can easily disclose that they used a bot in their writing, but they don’t because people aren’t interested in reading something someone didn’t even bother to write. At least I’m not. So they’re just omitting it completely and trying to get away with it. But using a bot to write is plagiarism. This isn’t some victimless action.
Yeah, let’s take this apart. Here's what's actually happening: Your friend likely wrote some prompts for c.ai, which uses a fairly basic LLM that likely overfits to its inputs, since the state space (dialogue only, must sound like character x based on small sample size) is so small. Not sure there’s a moral high ground to be had when you write for and use a role-playing ai in the first place, but let’s just run with it.
So when they say they're seeing "their writing" in other fics, they might genuinely be seeing similar patterns — not because anyone's "stealing," but because c.ai tends to generate very similar responses to similar prompts. That's not plagiarism. That's just what happens when lots of people use the same mediocre tool.
Your claim about "seeing the data" in some kind of bot database fundamentally misunderstands how these models work. The training data isn't "stored" anywhere — during training, the model learns statistical patterns that get encoded into its neural network weights. It's learning language patterns, not keeping a library of text to copy from. There's no database of stolen writing being referenced. This technical misunderstanding is being used to justify harassment.
And here's the thing about AI writing: A bad writer using AI will still produce bad writing, because they haven't developed the taste or sensitivity to know what makes prose flow and sing. The tool doesn't matter as much as the artist using it.
But let's talk about what's really disturbing here — this demand for public struggle sessions from accused writers. It’s the same toxic pattern in education too, btw, when teachers use unreliable AI detectors to accuse students without proof or recourse. It's not sustainable — these tools are fundamentally broken, they even SAY they produce false positives, so using them to police writing is both technically and ethically bankrupt. You can't prove a negative, and you can't build trust through surveillance. You know what innocent students accused of this do? They make their writing WORSE and run it through the same detectors until it’s no longer flagged. Does that sound like a sane process to you?
The pattern is always the same: accusation backed by pseudo-scientific "proof," demands for confession, and ritual humiliation. Stay silent? Guilty. Defend yourself? Guilty. Apologize? Guilty, but maybe you'll be allowed to keep existing in the space if you show enough penitence.
The way this post tries to dress up harassment as community protection is twisted. Building enemies lists and encouraging dogpiling while claiming it's "doing the work" or "protecting writers" is straight-up manipulative. You're not protecting anyone. You're creating a culture of fear where people are afraid to create at all.
When your fandom becomes a place where everyone is suspicious of everyone else and waiting for their turn in the stocks, you've lost something fundamental about what makes fandom worthwhile.
In summary, I’m not just questioning your “evidence”. I’m questioning your right, and the right of your friend, to initiate and participate in this kind of pile-up altogether.
So anyway, @wh1msic4lwasab1 recently posted a fic that popped up at 91% AI written, (which was only checked because one of my buddies can spot Ai writing anywhere and let me know). She then went ahead and claimed it was from Chegg and Grammarly, so I decided to make a video recording of checking things,
Mind you, in this video I put a timer in it so you can see there's no cuts. I sped parts up so it wasn't a 30 minute video, but you can see here that it's AI written.
And she's not the only one. There's been so many people using AI lately to write fics. If myself or one of my friends suspects a fic being written by AI, we tend to check it out. We're now compiling a list with recordings of going through and checking for AI and we'll be posting it once we have it, and yes it'll be a growing list.
I just don't understand why everyone is so chill with this. There was a huge uproar when people began doing generative artworks and it became something we shamed since it was stealing the work of others, and took no talent to do. This is the same thing. People are doing the same thing, but since it's harder to tell with writing, we're just letting it happen? Absolutely not.
Writing is a skill like any other. It takes time, patience, and creativity to do. There's a reason it's a job. Using AI to write your content is so disgusting. Just take the time to write it yourself. You don't know how to write? Then learn. Take the time and learn.
I'd have more respect if people at least said they used a bot to write their content, but we all know they won't because people don't want to read that.
I'm just fed up with all of this. Is it for likes and reblogs? Clout? Hustle culture? Guys wtf we're writing fan content, who cares how many likes you're getting. You should be doing this for fun, not for people to pat you on the back.
Do better.
Special thanks you: @zayne-li @starfallforest @loveanddeepgays and catgurltea (AO3) for allowing me to run their fics through an Ai checker to prove this point.
Look, this kind of witch-hunt is super toxic and needs to stop. You can NOT prove you didn’t use AI — that's not how proof works. Can’t prove a negative — something anyone with a shred of mathematical understanding knows.
AI detectors are garbage. they regularly flag demonstrably original content as "AI-generated." Even worse, it’s been shown they disproportionately flag writing by people on the autism spectrum as "AI-like" because of sentence structure and word choice patterns.
You're not protecting fandom, you're just bullying writers and creating an environment where people are afraid to share their work. This isn't high school; fanfic is supposed to be about fun and exploring your own creativity, not forming cliques to decide who's "real" enough to belong.
Grow up. Focus on building your own skills. Maybe try some humility. No one appointed you fandom guardian and the tone of your post as you clearly revel in the ritual humiliation of the person you chose to target made me throw up a little in my mouth.
"Indeed, when he applied to become an astronaut, he failed on the first attempt. Part of the test featured the famous Rorschach ink-blots psychiatric exam. “I leafed through a whole series of them, and then the last one was a blank sheet of paper, pure white, eight by 10,” he once recalled. “I was asked what I could see. And I said, ‘Well, of course, that’s 11 polar bears fornicating in a snow bank.’ And I could see the examiner’s eyes kind of tighten. He didn’t think that was funny.”"
your first time with nanami kento is honestly a bit embarrassing. you didn't go into it with any expectations, you knew people were different when lead by carnal desire. at least you hadn't expected him to be as straight laced in bed as he was in the office, but this... this was absolute sin manifested.
the way he was hovering above you, ashy strands brushing against his forehead, coated with gel and very well could've been perfectly set in place if it hadn't been for the way your fingers raked across his scalp.
you'd heard in passing that he made it a point to get to the gym whenever he could, but the hills and valleys framed by his haphazardly unbuttoned polo was a vision you wouldn't have even thought to conjure. the way his sweat clung to his skin. the grind of his jaw as he pounded into you with deliberate thrusts. slow and deep. a compromise that had you feeling good, right where he wanted you while he drank in the sight of your cunt swallowing him down, just about struggling to constrict around his girth.
now, you never thought he kept to textbook sex, but the way his calloused hands pressed on the insides of your thighs, keeping you open as he bent down to spit on your clit. watch the glob of saliva dribble down to where you were connected. that's what you never expected. and that's what made it all the more embarrassing as stars filled your vision. stars you never knew lived behind your eyelids. your cunt almost painfully clamping down on him, begging to suck him right into the depths your fingers could never reach.
you'd never cum that quickly and if it weren't for the burning heat that crept around your eyes, stunned by that fact alone you would've missed the shit-eating smirk that tugged his lips to one side. the way his hands slid right beneath the arch of you back, pulling you closer because if that's what threw you over the edge he had more than just stars to show you.
=^._.^=
not proof read at all. this was a possession. off i go to mop the floors
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