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mymegumi · 3 months

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Please be aware of the user @/saintsugu also known as Ezra.

Past pseudonyms include (but are not limited to: @/aces_high

I never thought that I would have to create a post like this. In my near 12 years on the internet, I never thought I would have to write down the words I am about to type, especially about a fellow fanfic creator, one I used to enjoy before I found out about the type of person he really is. I apologise for the long post, however I want to make sure I am as thorough as possible so I can bring this person to justice.

Before opening the read more/ continuing with this post, please read the trigger warnings. This will deal with heavy topics, ones that make me sick to my stomach. I apologise for all of the censoring in this post as well.

TW: P*DOPHILIA, UNDER*GE, SEXUALIZATION OF EDS AND SH

I would just like to start off by saying how difficult this post is for me to write. I have had to take multiple breaks while typing this out. I have felt disgusted since I first saw the posts on his twitter. Like I need to take a shower and scrub myself clean, however, at the same time I feel like I cannot sit idly by while Ezra still has a platform.

The posts I have seen on his twitter, what he actively endorses is just disgusting and predatory in nature. I have done my best to censor them so as to not continue the spread of such material. As of the time of this post, his twitter is still public.

HIS TWITTER (X) IS CURRENTLY UNDER THE NAME @/ezr_ace

First, I’ll give evidence I have to prove that the twitter account stated above is in fact his. I was wary at first as well, however, I believe this evidence in fact proves that beyond reasonable doubt that the account is his.

The obvious reasoning is as follows: Ezra goes by the pseudonym Ezra currently, and has gone by the pseudonym Ace in the past. Both the twitter account and his tumblr state that he is 21. Both twitter and tumblr themes are the same in nature, featuring manga panels of Suguru edited in the same way.

If you’re familiar with Ezra at all, you would know that they are very close with another user, Flora, also known as @/fyogasm. Previously known as @/pussydrunkfyodor on tumblr. When going through the followers of this twitter account, I noticed someone by the name of Flora following him (one of about 34 followers), with the user @/floratumblr. This account had their tumblr linked in the bio of the profile, and it led straight to Flora’s tumblr. Screen recording is posted below:

UPDATE: since Ezra has been called out, Flora has unfollowed Ezra’s Twitter as well as deleted her account. I can only assume it is to try and dodge the backlash of being associated with him. Here are screenshots proving they are moots/ interacting with each other.

Note: I do not know what this means for the content of Flora’s character. All I can say for certain is that she is close friends with him (to the point they have each others numbers), and that she follows his Twitter. I did not dive deep into her Twitter before she deleted it. But I can say that I do believe she knew the content he was posting about, otherwise she wouldn’t have deleted her Twitter the second he was called out while remaining mutuals with him on tumblr.

UPDATE 1/19/24 1:50 pm: Since creating this post, Flora has reached out and stated that they have broken all contact with Ezra. They state that they are not frequently on twitter, and was completely unaware of the type of content he was posting on the account. They state that the content found on the account has made them feel sick and that they are no longer friends anymore.

Back to the main point, this only adds to the similarities listed above. A close mutual that he has been seen actively talking to on his tumblr also follows him on twitter, endorsing his behavior. This alone was too much for me to ignore. However, one final factor came into play that solidifies that user ezr_ace and user saintsugu are the same Ezra.

He not only posted to his tumblr about hateful anon messages, but also his twitter at the same time. Right after the messages were sent, he tweeted the following, as well as posted the following messages on his tumblr. Screenshots with time stamps posted below:

This for me, confirms that the two accounts are the same. There are simply too many coincidences for me to ignore. I feel that there is no argument about the validity of the accounts, as there are just too many similarities to ignore. Now, I can delve into what the post is really about. The content of the Twitter account.

P*DOPHILLIC ACTIONS AND UNDRE*GE CONTENT.

To put it simply, I was horrified when I first opened the profile to be greeted with Shotacon artwork. Full on artwork of an adult Toji a*saulting a child Gojo. In this artwork, Gojo looks as if he can be no older than 10. Most of the image is censored for obvious reasons, however, part of the screenshot appears in the video above as well. Proving that it cannot have been doctored in any way.

As you can see, the post is tagged with tw sh*ta. For anyone unaware, the definition of Sh*ta is as follows: “Sh*ta is a term used in manga and anime fandoms to indicate sex involving an under*ge boy.” (Fanlore.org) Aka, CP.

It is disgusting to see someone who I once enjoyed, once trusted, interact with literal cp. Drawing or not, the effect of it is still massive. Viewing children (ANYONE UNDER*GE) in a sexual nature is harmful to everyone. It breaches past dark content into something horrible. Something dangerous.

I felt sick seeing someone be as brazen as to repost a picture of a child being a*saulted. To get off on it. It is p*dophilic. That is the only way it can be put.

Further on this, he has written smut of, in his words, “not necessarily under*ge” Suguru in highschool. There is a whole thread on it on his profile, however, I will not be showing it here. The screenshot below describes the nature of the whole post from his own words.

When I first read “not necessarily under*ge”, my first and only question was literally, what the fuck does that mean? Either he is under*ge or not. There is not some fuzzy grey area coating the world between adults and children.

But sure, give him the benefit of the doubt. That does not excuse him liking multiple posts tagged with under*ge content. The most recent being less than an hour ago. Posts censored to the best of my ability below.

These posts all point to the same thing. The disgusting, undeniable truth that this man is attracted to under*ge content. Content depicting minors in sexual scenarios. Content that no member of society should ever consume. He is a p*dophile. For viewing this content of his own accord. For liking it, for reblogging it. For creating it on his own. He is a disgusting person.

FOLLOWING MINORS.

Him interacting with content like that above, consuming it in any capacity at all makes him unsafe to be around. For anyone. Especially minors.

Even though his blog is 18+, even though he preaches that minors should stay away from his blog. He still found himself following a 16 year old. Becoming mutuals with them. The fact this person is 16 is clearly displayed on their blog as well (in their pinned post).

Screenshots shown below. The individual’s user is censored out as, once again, they are a minor and I don’t feel they should have to be wrapped up in this mess.

Once again, Ezra is someone who preaches about minors staying out of adult spaces. Multiple times he has complained on his blog about minors following him and having to block them. You would think he does the same and would be more careful about curating his online spaces, however it he fails to do that.

I don’t believe this can be boiled down to a simple case of missing the age in their bio— this user has their age in their pinned post, as well as their about me. Along with the sexualisation of minors prevalent on his Twitter, it makes me extremely uncomfortable to know that he is following a minor in any capacity. I’m sure it would make anyone.

SEXUALIZING EDS AND SH.

To end the laundry list of posts on his twitter, we have him writing smut glorifying eds, as well as liking posts depicting sh in a sexual light. As always, screenshots are shown below, censored to the best of my ability.

In the post listed above, Suguru is described in a way that is hard to stomach. While it is not nearly as bad as everything else stated above, I feel it is still necessary to include, especially because in this pairing he has often described and implied Suguru to be a minor. There is a line and he has crossed it several times, this is just another example of such. Serving as the cherry on top to further demonstrate his mindset.

Dark content and discussion of these subjects in fiction are not the problem. The disturbing part of this is that Ezra often uses these tropes within his min*r/adult sexual fantasies, and when paired with the sh*ta and under*ge content, leaves a very poor taste in the mouth. It comes across as not only a gross f*tishization, but a gross f*tishization of taking advantage of a minor that way.

A DISCUSSION ON THE LIMITS OF DARK CONTENT.

In this section, I feel that it is important to touch on how dark content plays into all of this. I’d like to expressly state that this is NOT a condemnation of dark content or its consumption.

Dark fiction and dark content are a fine line. It’s a fantastic tool for exploring taboos and emotions or experiences that aren’t often talked about openly. DC creates what is essentially a safe space for exploring things that are not typically done or seen in the real world, with the knowledge that writing or engaging with it does not necessarily mean condoning it. That being said, this callout post is NOT about being anti-dc. Dark content is a literary or artistic tool. Keeping all of this in mind, to actively engage with sh*ta content in which a character is depicted sexually not only as a minor, but as a child, and to be sexually aroused by that image is the definition of p*dophilia. Writing or drawing children and engaging with that content in a sexual capacity is p*dophilia and at the very least, has p*dophilic tendencies. This is not dark content, this is p*dophilia.

It is one thing to write or create dark fiction between adults for the purpose of gratification or exploration of social dynamics and it is entirely another to engage with art of a child engaging in sexual acts with an adult for (seemingly) the intent purpose of sexual gratification. Everyone draws their own line, but it is also important to acknowledge that there are some depictions of taboo subjects that border (if not fully step-into) harmful, p*dophilic content that perpetuates behavior and mental tendencies that truly are dangerous.

To engage with a drawing of a child and a full grown adult in sexual acts for the purpose of sexual gratification is incredibly fucked up. And the fact that minor and adult p*rnography are not just common, but dominating Ezra's twitter page, should be an absolute red flag. It’s okay to acknowledge that dark content is a medium for fiction while also acknowledging that there are some ways of engaging with it that are harmful, especially when it is so glaringly obvious that the content is between a child and an adult (the art I am talking about specifically really is a child. I don’t urge anyone to look at it, but it is gojo depicted as a child of maybe 8 - 10 years old. I’m not using the term child as an umbrella term for minors here).

The problem, stated very plainly, is that the post/s he is engaging with are sexual depictions of a child with the purpose of sexual gratification. That’s the point here. It’s not the dark content, but rather that he is retweeting posts depicting a child of about 8-10 engaged in sexual acts and created for the purpose of sexual gratification.

Once again, this is not a condemnation of dark content. Dark content can be used in so many valuable ways— facing trauma, dealing with taboo subjects, exploring the literary world in a safe and healthy way. As someone who actively consumes dark content, I will be the first to tell you this. However there should always be limits to the types of content produced. Gaining any kind of gratification from looking at a child being a*saulted is disgusting. It is p*dophillic. Especially when he actively engages with minors on his platform.

This is not a conversation of morals— which side is right and wrong. But rather a conversation about the safety of children. This is not a conversation about ageing up as that is not what he is doing. The characters being depicted here are not being aged up, rather are being depicted as minors, or literal children being used for the sexual gratification of adults.

The issue here is a p*dophile. Not dark content. Not anything else.

CONCLUSION.

I’ll be honest, post was extremely hard for me to create. Discovering that someone I once thought was close to me is this kind of person feels disgusting and abhorrent. I honestly wish I never had the displeasure of meeting them in the first place.

Hopefully, by the end of this post you are able to see the kind of person Ezra really is. I could not be silent about this. I knew that the moment all I found all of this out. This post has been very difficult for me to write, but I hope by the end of it some good will come. Some people will be able to avoid interacting with this man.

I believe Ezra needs professional help, and truly hope that he is able to get it some day soon.

Please be careful with who you interact with on the Internet. Adults and minors alike, there are predators everywhere. Please try your best to stay safe in your own online spaces. All of the love in my heart goes out to anyone who has survived child expl*itation. I hope for nothing but the best for you in the future.

Thank you all for taking the time to read this post. I know it is long and triggering for most people. I hope you all have wonderful days and try your best to take care of yourself.

Listed below are some important numbers I would like to bring awareness to before this post is over.

National Child Ab*se Hotline (USA): 1-800-422-4453

National Center for Missing and Exploited Children (USA): 1-800-843-5678

The National Sexual A*sault Hotline (USA): 1-800-656-4673

Childline (UK): 0800-1111

International Child Helpline: 116-111

TLDR: Ezra has a Twitter account where he retweeted artwork of a child gojo being a*saulted by an adult toji. He liked as well as created posts depicting under*ge characters (literally tagged with ‘under*ge’). All while being mutuals with a 16 year old on tumblr.

Tags used to try and spread awareness. I tried to mostly include fandoms that he is in.

UPDATE: lmfao, he has since deleted the retweet of sh*ta gojo after he was called out. Literally proving that it was him.

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mymegumi · 4 months

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IT WAS ALWAYS YOU ෆ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

it had been about three or four years since you’d last seen hajime, waving him off as he left for america, as the two of you had done just months prior for tooru.

tooru was loud, dramatically crying as he wrapped his arms around the two of you. you remember you had rolled your eyes, but you still wound your arm around his shoulders, feeling as if a piece of you was leaving.

it was even worse when hajime had left for his internship. yes, you were beyond proud of him and were excited for the next step he was about to take, but there was so much unresolved between the two of you. the morning after a party, you hadn’t known whether or not to bring it up with him—the making out, the touching—not knowing if he truly was black out drunk, or if he was just slightly buzzed, as you had suspected.

when the two of you met up for a cup of coffee, the silence was awkward, and you had occupied yourself by sipping gently on the warm liquid. glancing at him over your cup, you noticed the slight reddening on the tips of his ears and you suspected that he was struggling to find the words he wanted to say to you. the thought alone made a smile spread across your face, and you took matters into your own hands, coughing to grab his attention.

when he looked at you, you raised an eyebrow at him, quick and questioning, “so, last night… didn’t know you were such a good kisser.”

watching the blush bloom across the highs of his cheekbones was more satisfying and endearing than you thought it would have been. he tossed you a cheeky, yet shy grin your way as he moved a hand to rub at the nape of his neck, “yeah, you’re really good, too.”

on the table, he flipped his hand over, an unspoken invitation to you. he left the option up to you, and gladly, you took it. sliding your hand into his, you enjoyed the warmth of his grasp as you let your fingers trace the callouses on his hands that he’d forged playing volleyball. it was more natural than you had expected.

the rest of the afternoon was spent holding hands, shy glances being thrown at each other, and talking about the next steps.

you both knew that things would be hard, and had decided that while the two of you had feelings for each other, it would be easier to keep things unlabeled. hajime was leaving for an entirely different country, and if the time zones were going to be hard, it would be even harder worrying about maintaining a relationship.

that, however, didn’t mean that the two of you didn’t make your relationship exclusive. while there wasn’t a label, you had told him that you’d wait as long as he needed, and he had agreed. together, you made a promise for when he would eventually make his way back home.

at the end of the day, when he had dropped you off at your house, you questioned him about the levels of his sobriety.

sheepishly, he had admitted that he had only one drink because he wanted the courage to finally make a move on you that night. he was only kept from his goal when someone had frantically pulled on his sleeve, asking him to keep a stalker away from her. not knowing if she was serious, or just seeking attention, he didn’t want that on his conscience for the remainder of the night if something had happened to her.

you had made a point of smoothing out the collar of his sweatshirt, tugging him closer as you pouted at him. he smiled faintly, teasing you at your jealousy before you finished the day with a kiss.

when you were texting that night, you told him to never act as someone else’s boyfriend while he was in america, and he responded, ‘i can only act like your boyfriend now, anyways.’

while the two of you had an oddly mature talk about the nature of your relationship, it was still confusing and heartbreaking the day he had left. without one part of your trio and still recovering from missing tooru, the two of you had stuck together like glue. he hadn’t wanted to admit it, but it was strange without tooru teasing you at every turn, commenting on the flush in both of your cheeks as you intertwined fingers.

the months leading up to hajime’s departure were filled with warmth, lazy morning kisses, and long nights of talking. your favorite had been when he had taken you to aoba johsai, sneaking onto the roof where you had watched the stars pass by. one last time under the exact same set of twinkling lights before you were tossed into different time zones.

at the airport, hajime had pressed soft kisses against your hairline, arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders as your tears stained his shirt. he had pulled away, wiping your tears away before smiling gently at you. there was sadness in his eyes, but he wasn’t crying.

you knew he would start as soon as he walked away, so you didn’t see him.

the two of you had spent the last hour together holding each other gently. your fingers were practically digging into the fabric of his sweatshirt, trying to hold on to him for as long as humanly possible.

waving goodbye to him was one of the hardest things you had ever done.

since the day he left, he made sure to carve out a portion of his lunch break to call you, right before you went to bed.

he would tell you all about the things he was doing in his internship — everything he was learning, and all of the experiences he was having. you could listen to him talk right through his break, and sometimes he did.

you, on the other hand, would tell him about your day. you were on your way up the food chain at your job and he was proud of you, if the thousand times he had told you were anything to go by.

he had even sent you the photo he had taken with ushijima, and his smug smile had been every indication that he intended to send it to tooru, but you were just grateful to see how happy leaving had made him. his smile was wide, his cheeks were rosy with sunburn, and he was every bit the man you loved.

while the distance seemed greater than ever, especially considering the two of you were practically never without the other, it was nice in a way to find yourself without him. you could become your own person, develop your own tastes and enjoyments without worrying about him too hard at the end of the day. it was such a relief that the two of you had had that discussion leading up to his departure, even despite the uncertainty of your relationship when he would return to japan.

of course you missed him dearly, finding that you always wanted to show him something as soon as it happened, or you just missed the weight of his embrace, but somehow, the absence of him made you realize how truly grateful you were to have him in your life in the first place.

distance makes the heart grow fonder, but god you just wanted to press your face into his chest and have his arms wrap around you. you wanted to feel the press of his lips against yours and to wake up next to him in the mornings.

most nights ended in a soft ache, and a part of your bed colder, as if it were missing something. the warmth of hajime’s phone call lingered, but the coldness of his absence was constant.

today, however, was special.

hajime was finally home and, at this exact moment, was curled around you. the couch in your apartment held the two of you, a random movie playing on your tv as you snuggled in closer to your loved one, nosing at the base of his neck as you sigh contently.

“what’s on your mind, love?”

you hands were intertwined, restly loosely as you were tucked underneath his shoulder, legs thrown haphazardly across his legs, “i just missed you. it’s been a really, really long time since i’ve seen you.”

“mm, but i’m here now,” he smiles and presses his lips to the crown of your head before pulling the pair of your hands, laying another kiss across the back of your hand, “and i’m not leaving anytime soon.”

honestly, the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. even on the drive home, your hand found his as you drove, since the eleven hour flight had basically knocked the wind out of him when he landed.

his apartment was lined up for moving in next month, but until then, he’d stayed with you at yours. it was close to both of your jobs and it had just made sense, both for the sake of your relationship and for the ease of travel.

“i’d hope not,” pulling back, you loop your arms around his neck lazily, smile easygoing and relaxed, “the olympics are only a year away, mister, and japan needs you to make sure we win.”

“of course,” he nods very seriously, eyes portraying that he knows the weight of his job, “and i would hate to let my home country down.”

“did tooru tell you?”

hajime raises an eyebrow at you as you laugh, pulling your phone out to open the messages that tooru had sent you, filled with emojis, winky faces and declarations of missing both you and hajime.

“he’s coming back a week early before the olympics so he can visit,” together the two of you huddle over your phone as you reread what he sent you, “he wanted to make sure he took us out for dinner and drinks.”

“oh cool,” he slides the phone from your fingers, ignoring your protests as he places it on the coffee table, “but that’s in a year, and we have a lot of time together.”

you smile as hajime leans you down, hovering over you as you relax on the couch. reaching up, you hold his face gently in both of your palms and he leans into your touch, eyes closing as he sighs softly, breath fanning over your face. when he opens his eyes again you take in a sharp breath, your smile spreading even wider as he leans down, and ghosts over your lips.

“hajime,” your thumbs run along his cheeks, admiring the tanner tone his skin has taken on, assumedly from the california sun, “move in with me.”

he laughs, arms curling to fully wrap around you. his head dips slightly and he presses the softest kiss to your lips, whispering your name like a prayer of worship, “i lied about that apartment, i was hoping you’d ask.”

“jerk,” you mutter it under your breath, eyes rolling as your lips find each other again, “what if i didn’t ask you?”

“i knew you would,” you can feel the smug smile against your lips, and you breathe a laugh, “you’d have missed me too much, anyways. i’d spend all my nights here anyways.”

“you’re a cocky bastard,” gently, you rake your fingers through his hair, and he sighs contentedly as he kisses the outer corner of your mouth, “you are so lucky i love you.”

he stills, and you can practically hear the pounding of your heart in your chest. you two had been exclusive for years, practically dating despite it all, and yet, you had never let yourself say those words. you were afraid of the reality of them, of the love you felt for him and mostly, you were afraid it wasn’t enough to bridge the oceans between you.

now, however, he was home, and in his arms, you were home, too. it didn’t seem as scary, nor as earth-shattering. it felt natural.

pulling away from you, his lips curled into an almost knowing grin, hands sliding to hold your ribs, thumbs brushing right underneath your chest, “i love you, too.”

together, the two of you celebrate hajime’s moving in with gentle touches, wandering hands, and teasing laughter. you make dinner together in your apartment, and make preparations for his key to be made, and name to be added to the lease.

falling into bed that night, the two of you begin to fall into a routine of domesticity that warms your heart. you haven’t really put a label on what you are yet, but you know that it isn’t an issue. hajime had waited years to come home to you, and when he did, he found you patiently awaiting his return, arms wide open.

there wasn’t anyone in the world that mattered to him more than you, and for you, you’d known from the minute you had met him, that hajime was the only one for you.

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