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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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    25 Mar 2025

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    gojo & shinsou, a duo i didn’t know i needed until now. blends the two universes together seamlessly. can’t wait to read more.

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    “I’m fine.” Midoriya repeats, calmer after a few large, uneven breaths, “This is i-important. This is more important than me.”

    “Midoriya,” Shouta starts.

    “We’re wasting t-time.” Midoriya cuts him off, “I have a list of Sensei- I mean- I- All for One’s current quirks, and I n-need to tell you them.”

    Late at night, Aizawa Shouta gets an unexpected phone call.

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    29 May 2025

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    i would give anything to have more chapters of this. the writing is phenomenal. all the panic and adrenaline and despair can be felt so clearly.

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    At age thirty-five, being at the top is… 

    Living alone in an apartment big enough for five. It’s closing your eyes and inhaling the crisp spring air, only to remember war-scorched skies and the metallic scent of blood. Passing by a laughing group of strangers, only to hear screams for help. Watching your colleagues around you either get married or fall apart—there’s no in-between. It’s an itch that you can’t scratch out of your skin, where old lacerations have amassed on epidermis. The ringing in your ears that doesn’t go away no matter how many times you’ve changed your hearing aids.

    It’s sleeplessness even when your body is so exhausted, because your mind is on overdrive. Yesteryear’s failures are monsters breathing under your bed. The friends you let slip, the lives you couldn’t save.

    The boy with green eyes.

    Twenty years later, Katsuki rescues Izuku from a villain attack. As they rebuild their friendship from scratch, he learns what it means to be a hero.

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    21 Nov 2025

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    sobbing

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    Megumi Fushiguro’s wings are matted and dirty. They’re folded tightly to his back, smashed under an aged backpack held together by silver duct tape and hope. The very tips of crumpled primaries twitch where they poke out from under the kid’s oversized coat. Satoru, standing over the boy, peering down his nose at him, feels something akin to desperation at the sorry state of his feathers.

    “When was the last time you were bathed?” The question is layered with many more that Satoru would like to volley at the chick. He holds his tongue,a decision that was well made, the boy flinches back, just slightly and glares up at Satoru warily. The disarray of his wings extends to his hair, and down into his pale face, smeared with exhaustion and hunger.

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    19 Oct 2025

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    comfort comfort comfort

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    It’s the smell of it. Chemical. Bitter and sharp as a raw edge on metal. Just a hint of it as she passes him at breakfast — but enough to stop her dead, mid-step.

    There is Wolfsbane in his tea.

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    15 Nov 2023

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    don't look back by onyx_and_elm

    my favorite hp fic, i reread it all the time. enemies to lovers, drama, slow burn, angst, tragedy. well balanced plot and romance, hits just the right spot. i’m incredibly sad that we’ll never get to know how it ends, it left off on a huge cliffhanger :(

    11/11/25 HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT’S BACK THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE