Lemon_Audacitea



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    Gojo sat there for a time, absently running his fingers over the bumps and ridges of the skull. This skull was female, according to its rounder eye sockets and less prominent brow bone. There was a faint, faint echo of cursed energy still clinging to it: residuals left over from a long-dead sorcerer or curse user. This person had been powerful. Some kind of cursed speech user, but the echo of positive cursed energy meant they could self-heal their throat even as it was torn by their own power. Nearly invulnerable, like he himself was.
    That hadn’t saved them. Hadn’t saved any of the people who’d been imprisoned here. Invulnerability couldn’t save people from themseves.

    (Gojo is stuck in the prison realm with nothing but his own thoughts and the skeletons of his predecessors for company. It goes about as well as you'd expect. Then he finds a way out, but the world he stumbles into isn't his own. Not even close.)

    This fic is being translated into Russian! Read the Russian translation here.

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    At five years old, Dahlia knew three things about herself:
    • She was a twin
    • She was a Dursley
    • She was a witch
    She was never sure which was the hardest to contend with. If she was truly being honest, though, she might have said that it was this:
    Life is sudden and terrifying, and it doesn’t get any easier the second time around.

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    A simping idiot who loves art gets sent to the world of Gachiakuta. Too bad they can't understand a word anyone is saying.

    This is a Crackfic that I made to try and erase my writing block.

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    Zanka has been sold off to some rich guy on the other side of the world and it somehow isn't the biggest one of his problems. Especially when one of the pirates who kidnapped him is weirdly his type.

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    “Cleaner’s HQ!” Jabber shrieked, gaze taking in every detail of the infirmary, Mankira still extended and poisonous. The guy had just woken up, but he was already at full energy—Zanka expected nothing less.

    “Bet you had a meeting about me, huh? I can smell them. Everyone. Ohh, man,” Jabber crooned, leaning his cheek onto the curve in between Assistaff’s two points. “Wish I were awake. To know I was surrounded by big and strong cleaners while I was helpless and unconscious—”

    —Zanka’s a cleaner. So when he finds Jabber’s beaten and unconscious body stranded by the road, he cleans.

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