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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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    21 Jun 2026

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    Yuuji Itadori was fucked.

    Absolutely, supremely, inexplicably fucked.

    Genuinely, totally, super-duper fucked.

    Super fucked.

    Because standing in the very not-destroyed, dense streets of Shibuya, lined with the bright colors of department stores, hotels, tourist attractions, and advertisements plastered across every available space, Yuuji did not have Choso as support. He didn't have Fushiguro as support. He didn't even have Okkotsu as support.

    Yuuji was inconceivably, utmostly, wholly, not-awesomely fucked because he was in the year 2005.

    🔴 OR: Stuck over a decade in the past, Yuuji has resolved to do anything to ensure his future doesn't come to be.

    It would really be a lot easier if Geto Suguru wasn't so overbearing, if Gojo Satoru wasn't such an asshole, if Ieiri Shoko stopped instigating things, and if Yuuji were just a tiny bit smarter.

    But he was on his own, so damn it if he wasn't going to work with what he got.

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    10 Jun 2026

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    The long transition from Bing-ge to Bing-mei as observed by one very confused transmigrator turned reluctant courtesan.

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    01 Jun 2026

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    Honoured a-niang,
    Please give my loving regards to a-die, gege, and meimei. This disobedient son apologizes for not having written in a while. I have been busy with my duties and night hunts. Ouyang-shixiong will soon retire from being head disciple and I have taken on many of his duties. We also recently brought back Venom-Devouring Pandas to the sect, and I promise I will tell you about it. But first, I have a question.
    Qing Jing Peak’s head disciple, Shen Qingqiu (Shen Jiu, as in black jade, until recently), not only shares our name, but also my face. He accused me of being a face-stealer when we met. It is like looking in the mirror, if I had a tendency to glare at everything and everyone. From what I gather, though he won’t speak to me much and no one seems to know anything about him, he is twenty-three years old. Two years my senior. Even his voice sounds like mine.
    A-niang. Please. Is there anything you want to tell me?

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    01 Jun 2026

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    “You don’t even count as human, and you still want to become an immortal? You’ve missed the optimal time to begin cultivating – what can you become? Even if you muddle along with him, that charlatan Wu Yanzi, he isn’t even guaranteed to want you.”

    Shen Jiu growled, wrenching out of Qiu Jianluo’s grip to hurl an ink stone at him. He missed.

    Shen Jiu saw the change in Qiu Jianluo’s face instantly, the man’s hand rising up and blocking out the glow of candlelight. His towering shadow was Qiong Qi given flesh.

    Shen Jiu’s body froze instinctively as he readied himself for a blow.

    But it never came, because when Shen Jiu managed to look up, all he could see was a man’s broad back swathed in black robes, his grip tight around Qiu Jianluo’s wrist.

    “Qiu-gongzi, what could ever make you think that a charlatan like me wouldn’t want this boy as his disciple?”

    Or: Shen Yuan transmigrates into Wu Yanzi’s body and gets followed around by a feral teenager called Shen Jiu… who is kind of obsessed with him.

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    31 May 2026