#and 45k words

[fandomcrazy6226]

LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[thevioletcaptain]

if you're reading a wip & feel compelled to leave a comment containing nothing but a complaint that it is incomplete, consider;

don't ♥️

[devilsmarmalade]

thought i finished the fic but when my partner read the chapter they got really mad at me so apparently im not done. stay tuned for the final word count i guess

[lunarle-old]

Hi again Lunar I am back for more

Question, what were your favorite scenes to write in your fics? As much as possible, scenes from most of your Dangan fics :3 (example, the infamous arguing scene between the saious in HGH Chapter 16)

Totally not because I'm gonna be voice acting them out and slapping them together in one video or anything hahaha

OH BOY !!!

some of these arent really .. voiceactable o_O But :P

m5 - Chapter 8, "Kokichi failed"

FF - when shuichi woke up in the suit case and realized Maki was the third sick one

IA - CHAPTER 4. ALL OF IT. easy guess tbh

love letter - oooh this is a tough ooonnee.... Probably chapter 23? Tsumugi and Shuichi in the car? I twisted sooo many songs into fitting that scene ゜゜(��O｀)°゜and i had a BLAST writing it

lost kitten - when shuichi kills 17 . made me a little physically nauseous to write but i loved doing it anyway σ(≧ω≦*)

and you already figured out the HGH one ;p

leaving out disconnected and unexpendable cus i dont remember writing DC and unexpendable is like a half breed of a danganronpa fic so idk if it'd count XD

[greenleaf4stuff]

Of Convenience – Epilogue (Part 11.2)

(all previous parts of "Of Convenience")

Adar x Celebrimbor (silverscars) political marriage AU, 11th snippet / epilogue, part 2. Adar and Celebrimbor consummate their marriage, aka, make love to one another.

Here be smut! This is at least M rated people. Please mind the rating!

This is it, the Good Stuff(TM)! Again, this is smut, but there is also a lot of fluff and sappiness mixed in here. It's also the final bit for the 'main story' of this AU – though, who knows, maybe I’ll pick it up again for some interludes or some glimpses into everyday married life for those two in the future, though likely at a much slower pace than this one. Thank you, again, to everyone who has joined me on this journey. I appreciate all of you and your support means the world to me. (And also, hopefully, I’ll see you guys in the notes for any future fics of those two I might write. Because I still have a couple ideas and WIPs to work on.) Enjoy, and once again, Thank You! <3 <3 <3

Once they had separated again, Adar appeared much more confident. He used only his right hand as he reached down, grabbed the hem of his tunic, and then began to pull it over his head.

As his long hair began to tangle in the garment, Celebrimbor reached forward and helped him out of it. Like his own tunic and Adar’s armor, they let it drop to the ground, forgotten.

The uruk’s chest was littered with scars as well; burn marks and the remains of old wounds that the elf could not identify. Perhaps, Adar would be willing to tell him about each of them one day.

"You are beautiful," escaped the smith without his permission, but he couldn’t regret the words. Even as Adar stared incredulously at him. "I mean it. I look at you and see beauty."

Celebrimbor wanted to make himself clear. "Maybe not in the typical elven way, but I can see you have survived great strain and terrible hardship. I do not mind the scars. They are a part of you, and I love you."

He knew he was being awfully emotional about all this, but- he had to speak these words. He didn’t want to leave any doubt about what he felt for the other, or how he saw him.

The uruk closed his arms around the elf and brought the two of them together in another embrace. He kissed Celebrimbor’s temple, his cheek, his jaw, and then whispered against his lips. "It has been a very long time since I have been called ‘beautiful‘. And even longer, still, since I believed it. But I believe you."

A pause, a breath. "How have I gotten so lucky? The most decent, the most kindhearted of all elves, and I get to call you my own. You, the one who was willing to see me and my children as more than just Morgoth’s creations."

"You are more than Morgoth’s creation," Celebrimbor said with conviction. "And if you have gotten lucky, so have I."

He dared Adar to disagree with his words by frowning just the slightest bit, until the uruk laughed and pulled him close again. They kissed once more. As Adar let his hands roam, so did Celebrimbor.

Adar’s body certainly was not like an elf’s, but this was not a detriment in the smith’s opinion. He enjoyed letting his hands move over the scars, felt shapes beneath his fingertips whose textures felt new and unique and exciting to him.

Likewise, his husband seemed unable to let his own hands rest either; they moved over the expanse of Celebrimbor’s back and between his shoulder blades, to his arms, up to his neck and then down to his pecs, which the uruk squeezed. The elf gasped into their kiss as a result, and when Adar made to draw back, he caught the uruk's fingers to press them onto his chest again and moaned into the other’s mouth at the resulting pressure.

They soon shed the rest of their clothing, stepping out of their shoes and boots as well as their breeches. Adar’s mouth wandered from Celebrimbor’s mouth to his jaw, his ear, and then his neck.

He was soft with his kisses, mindful of the bruising, until the elf drew his head closer with his hand and groaned as the other sucked his own bruise into the hollow of his throat. 

Celebrimbor didn’t care in the least whether or not someone else would see it, come morning.

Moving against one another sent sparks through the elf’s body now that they were completely bare, and he felt heat rise up his body when he felt how aroused Adar was already.

The uruk grabbed his behind and drew them against each other fully. Both groaned at the contact.

"Celebrimbor-" Adar began. He already sounded breathless.

"Tyelpe," the smith replied, quickly, before Adar could finish his sentence. At the other’s questioning look, Celebrimbor drew him forward and kissed him, before he repeated. "Call me Tyelpe. It’s short for-"

"Telperinquar," Adar finished. He sounded reverent as he said it. Celebrimbor felt himself shiver at the sound of his name on Adar’s tongue. He nodded to confirm it.

"...Tyelpe," Adar repeated the name as if tasting it. In turn, Celebrimbor moved forward as if to lick it out of his mouth. The kiss left them both breathless and flushed.

"...let us move over to your bed," the uruk suggested, quietly, and the elf let himself be walked over without hesitation. Instead, he tried to catch Adar’s lips again. It was like he had gotten addicted to them – their warmth, their softness, the pressure. He couldn’t stop seeking them out.

The uruk was careful as he helped his husband lay down and then moved on top of him. He caught Celebrimbor’s eye as he kept himself suspended above the elf, and only laid down when Celebrimbor stretched out his arms and beckoned him to do so.

Soon, they were moving against one other, rubbing skin against skin as they kissed, hands restless on each other’s bodies.

"What do you want to do?" Adar asked, once they managed to break their kiss for a moment. A fine strand of spit hung between their mouths and neither of them was willing to move far away from the other.

"Whatever you want to do," Celebrimbor replied. To make himself perfectly clear, he untangled his legs from Adar’s and loosely wrapped them around the uruk’s hips, who groaned deeply and thrust down against the elf in response. "If you’d let me, I’d want all of you."

His hips moved up into Adar’s thrusts all of their own. Both of them moaned at the feeling of them sliding against one another.

They could barely control themselves, and Adar eventually had to use his hand to grab Celebrimbor’s hip and pin it to the bed – though gently – so they would not finish too soon.

"Do you have any oil?" He sounded hopeful, even if he looked a bit skeptical.

His expression changed to one of surprise when Celebrimbor reached across and over the side of the bed, only to produce a small bottle, which he pressed into Adar’s hand. The smith felt rather proud of himself in that moment.

The uruk raised his eyebrows. "Do you always happen to have some spare oil nearby, or…" He suddenly narrowed his eyes, though it was clearly playful. "Did you hope this would happen?"

The elf grew just the slightest bit sheepish and fluttered his eyelashes at the uruk. "What can I say? If the the last two days have taught me anything, it is to always be prepared – and not let anything go to waste by holding back."

Adar looked at Celebrimbor with wide eyes for a moment, and then he smirked and shook his head, before he gave his husband another peck on the lips. "My dear, you are full of surprises. I hadn’t expected that you’d be quite so bold in this."

A pause. "I think I like it."

The uruk was careful as he prepared his husband; he took the time to warm the oil, helped Celebrimbor place a pillow underneath his hips and placed one of the smith’s legs over his shoulder. Before he touched the elf, he kissed the side of his knee and leant over him to have a good look at his face.

"Are you still certain?"

The smith smiled brightly at the question, and nodded. "Yes," he took a shuddering breath. "A bit nervous though, I’ll admit. I haven’t done this in a long time."

The uruk leant down to press his lips to Celebrimbor’s forehead, then kissed him deeply. "Me neither. I promise I’ll go slow."

The elf nodded, and held onto the side of the uruk’s face and his upper arm. "I know."

And indeed, Adar took his time. Not only did he stretch his husband, but he also stroked him as he knelt before the elf, twin sensations that kept Celebrimbor relaxed and in a state of near perpetual pleasure.

The elf languished in his position and how it allowed him to watch his husband while the other worked. There was a look of concentration on Adar’s face while he alternated between focusing on his tasks and Celebrimbor’s face, as if to make sure the other was truly enjoying this.

Celebrimbor smiled and made no attempt to hide his reactions; he looked at Adar with hooded eyelids and his mouth half-open, spilling sighs and gasps whenever the other touched him in a particularly pleasant way.

He could tell the uruk was slowly but surely becoming more impatient, though he was good at hiding it. He hadn’t once touched himself, so Celebrimbor stretched out a hand and tried to motion the other to come closer, "Let me do something for you, too."

Adar smiled gently, and used one hand to stroke the space between Celebrimbor’s leg and his lower stomach for a bit. "You don’t have to do anything but lie back. I’ll take care of you tonight."

"Next time, then," the elf insisted cheekily, and then moaned and arched his back when Adar found that sensitive spot inside him.

Whether Celebrimbor’s reaction had been the final straw to entice his husband, or whether he simply deemed him ready, the elf would never know, but Adar soon finished his preparations and began to arrange the elf’s body to his liking.

Legs wrapped high around Adar’s upper body, ankles crossed at the back, the elf let his lower body be hoisted up by an arm around his hip while Adar reached down to line himself up to Celebrimbor’s entrance.

The elf cupped his husband’s cheeks once more, stroking gentle fingers along the scars there. Their faces were so very close. Adar’s eyes were almost black with how dilated his pupils were by that point. He was a sight to behold, with sweat beading on his forehead and strands of his hair stuck to his skin.

And yet, his expression remained so gentle, so attentive.

"May I?" the uruk asked. Celebrimbor nodded, not quite sure if he’d be able to manage any words.

They both sighed and pressed close when Adar began to sink into Celebrimbor’s body. This was not just warmth, but heat that spread through him now.

There was no pain, only a stretch that felt wonderfully intimate, and Adar who seemed to fight his own pleasure to keep his eyes on Celebrimbor, to make sure he was alright.

Trembling with how good he felt, the smith let himself spill whatever words came to him. "You feel wonderful," he said. It was true. "You’re being so gentle with me, so careful, nobody has touched me with such reverence."

"I wish you could see yourself right now. I could look upon you all day. Want to-" his breath hitched and he moaned once more as Adar finally sank in to the hilt and crowded close, rubbing their noses against each other as the uruk tried to catch his breath. "Want to sketch you like this, so you can see how radiant you are-"

With a loud groan, the uruk brought their lips together. The kiss was deeper, more urgent now, it almost felt as if he wanted to drink Celebrimbor down. He wrapped his hands around the elf’s shoulders and behind is head.

They both were breathless when they broke apart.

"Can I-?"

"Yes, please, move-" Adar laughed, very softly, at Celebrimbor’s eagerness, and pecked his lips before he began to follow his husband’s request.

The friction felt downright otherworldly, and the pleasure was only heightened because the elf got to experience his husband’s as well. They moved with each other and quickly found a rhythm that worked for them as they slowly built up the pace.

Still, Adar seemed to hold back. "I’m alright, I feel good- you can let go. I want you to. Please," the elf coaxed the other. It was clear the uruk was enjoying this, with the way every other breath turned into a deep groan and how he couldn’t quite keep his eyes open.

Adar needed a moment to find his words, and moaned when he found a good angle on his next thrust before he answered. "I’m- quite strong-"

"I know," Celebrimbor remembered Adar’s battle prowess. He curled himself up and brought their foreheads together as he clenched down onto the uruk. "I want to feel it. I don’t care about bruising – you won’t hurt me. I know you won’t. I trust you."

This time, it didn’t take long to convince the other, and the smith soon held onto Adar with all his limbs and pressed his face into his neck as his voice rose in pleasure.

Adar hadn’t lied when he said he was strong; the way he snapped his hips down now was intense, but good. He managed to hit every single sensitive spot Celebrimbor had and still, nothing he did hurt, there was only pressure, and bliss.

"It’s good, it’s so good-" the elf reassured the other, encouraged him. "Please, don’t stop-"

They both were reaching for their completion now, desperate in how they scrambled against one another. Celebrimbor smeared spit onto Adar’s cheek as he attempted to speak, could feel the groans – no, growls – the uruk let out against the junction of his neck and shoulder, the way he mouthed at the skin.

"I’m close-" Adar warned through clenched teeth, before he brought his and Celebrimbor’s eyes into alignment again, both their hands around one another’s shoulders and on their cheeks now. "You feel so good, I’m so close-"

"I am too," Celebrimbor replied, breathless, eager, near overcome. "Please, you can-"

"Come for me," Adar asked him instead, and the elf was powerless to do anything but comply with a long moan of Adar’s name. Judging by the way Adar thrust down with all his strength and then shouted, loudly, he was quick to follow.

They were both shaking as pleasure washed over them, their hands slipped on sweat-covered skin, but then renewed their grip and held onto one another.

Celebrimbor couldn’t speak for himself, but Adar was quite the sight. His face was completely open now, and there was no strain, only the euphoria of release and underneath, the love he held for his husband, clear as day.

What a gift, the elf thought, that he got to see the other so unguarded and so content. Would get to see him like this, again and again.

The two husbands collapsed onto the bed in the aftermath. Adar was pressing Celebrimbor into the bed with his own weight, whereas the elf cushioned the uruk’s body with his own. Their grip on one another loosened as they caught their breath, but they did not fully let each other go.

Celebrimbor continued to rest his legs over his husband’s back and stroked fingers up and down between his shoulder blades. When Adar shivered and grew restless at the light touches, the elf moved his fingers into Adar’s hair instead, slowly carding through the soft strands and scratching his scalp.

Adar, too, seemed unwilling to move. His head was tucked under Celebrimbor’s chin where his breath fanned out over the elf’s collarbones. His right hand stroked a thumb up and down Celebrimbor’s hip, whereas his left one – the one usually in his gauntlet – sought of Celebrimbor’s free hand and linked their fingers together.

It was the elf who brought their hands to his lips for another kiss. Adar sighed in response, and rubbed in nose into Celebrimbor’s skin when the elf kissed the top of his head next.

They should probably move and get cleaned up, sooner or later, but for now, Celebrimbor just wanted to enjoy this moment.

He smiled, happy and exhausted, when Adar lifted his head. The uruk, too, looked like he’d soon fall asleep. Which was probably a good thing – both of them still needed to recover from the previous weeks.

As Celebrimbor stroked the back of his hand across Adar’s cheek, the other smiled back at him.

"I love you, Tyelpe," he said. Celebrimbor hadn’t ever seen him look more at ease, more happy, than in this moment.

His own resulting smile felt so wide the elf wasn’t sure how it could still fit his own face.

"I love you too, Adar. My husband."

The uruk reached over and brought their lips together once again. "Indeed. My husband."

[tenderjock]

WE HAVE NOT TOUCHED THE STARS ->

a spuffsilla au in four chapters, covering the end of btvs s2 through the beginning of ats s5. now complete on ao3.

“Dance with me, Buffy,” Drusilla murmurs in her ear, and Buffy laughs again. “Okay,” she says, and they sway together, hands linked, arms around each other, sitting pressed up next to each other in the backseat of the Firebird. She puts her head on Drusilla’s shoulder and catches Spike turning to watch them on a straight stretch of freeway. Yeah. She’s not alone. Not now, and not ever again.

[cc-orbits-my-brain]

I told my sister "I started writing another Camp Camp fanfiction" and she yelled "Finish one!"

[absolutelybifurious]

cancelling the apocalypse

pacific rim au | buddie | longfic | mature

chapter 5 yayyyyyy

In truth, he’d been briefed. Athena mentioned there was a loudmouthed upstart that Captain Nash thought might make a good fit for Acero. Obviously, she had her doubts but said she’d let Eddie form his own opinions. And he is trying to, but his mind is racing, trying to categorize this livewire of a man walking beside him. Buck. He’s talking – he’s been talking – since they left the sparring room. Eddie’s been struggling with his own thoughts all day, but it’s all noise in the wake of this man running his mouth. It’s nice. “I mean, there’s no way we aren’t gonna be compatible, right? That was – fifteen minutes, that’s unheard of. The record for the base is 8:03, and that was me and Lucy – she was the one calling the matches. I don’t know if you’ve met her. A-anyway, I’ve done a lot of research, because I’ve—it’s been kinda complicated, you know? Finding someone I’m Drift compatible with. Honestly, it’s not that not I’m not compatible, I’m compatible, but it’s just below this line Cap set, which I think is pretty arbitr—what? What’s funny?” Eddie isn’t laughing, so he blinks, shakes off the lull Buck’s worked him into with all his words. “What?” “You’re smiling,” Buck accuses, like it’s criminal. To be fair, it is odd. Smiling isn’t something Eddie does a lot these days, especially without realizing it. “Was I?” “Yeah,” Buck says, primed to fight him on it. Eddie shrugs. “Nothing’s funny, I was just… listening to you, I guess.” This startles Buck enough that he stumbles and breaks their rhythm. “Ah, that is not usually how people respond when they listen to me.” “How do they usually respond?” Eddie asks. “Rolling their eyes, saying please, god, shut up and take a breath, that sort of thing.” Eddie frowns, because there’s something about this guy, this golden sunlight that thaws some of the ice that’s settled in Eddie’s veins, that he can’t imagine someone wanting to dampen. “Well, I’m not telling you to shut up or rolling my eyes, so you can keep going.”

read on ao3

[thewolvesof1998]

✨ Fic Writing Review 2023 ✨

Words and Fics

47, 302 words published to ao3

1 fandoms (9-1-1)

Most recent drop: even when the heat breaks I’m still yours (E, 6,169 words)

Longest Fic: Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em (E, 16,925 words)

Top Fics by Kudos

I want you to be selfish with me (M, 4,652 words)

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Tapping Morse Code into your heart (E, 2,796 words)

let me cradle your body (be a safe place to rest) (G, 1,972 words)

nicknames, supernova similes and the family we make (G, 800 words)

My fandom fic events in 2023

I didn't participate in any this year but maybe next year!

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

Fics I'm going to try and get out this year:

Dog Tags Fic/Mistaken Identity/Christmas: They don’t know (your name is already mine)

Secret fic

Buddie rodeo/Alright Cowboy, Go Get 'Em

Already started/mostly written:

Buddie MMA Rivals AU

Someone to be Gentle- 5 times Buck is gentle with Eddie and + One time Eddie repays his gentleness  

For you mi amor, I choose death/Buddie Mafia AU

Librarian AU/Let me check you out

You make bad day infinitely better

Vampire/Werewolf Buddie/Halloween fic

Only the already bad can be influenced/Crop top and short shorts fic

Bank Robbery Fic/Mutually Assured Destruction

No-Nut-November fic

Pirates Buddie

We might end up real close 2x1 fic

Ideas/planned/just started fics:

Buck get dumps, gets drunk with Eddie and thinks they slept together fic

Awkward Sex Buddie fic

I can see you sequel

Love list Buddie

Don't go where I can't follow

Motorcycle fic

Street racing/Fast and Furious AU

Buddie- You belong with me fic

5+1 Platonic Daddy fic with @exhuastedpigeon

LA zoo TikTok Buck

Buck & Eddie wedding- Something wrong in the village

sword buddie pt. 2/ Under the Guise of Violence 

Post Lawsuit/Call your mum inspired fic

Untitled post season 6 angst based on Stick Season

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[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! LET THE SPOOKY SEASON FICS COMMENCE!

The first of the Hallowen fics I’ve written, inspired by @catdadeddie‘s moodboard here. I hope this is a fun kick-off to the spooky season... this ended up having a very mythological/fairytale feel to it and I hope that’s fun for everyone.

Enjoy!

Title: Even in Winter There is Eranthis

Rating: E for eventual smut

Pairing: Buck/Eddie

Words: 45,488

Summary:

Buck is supposedly a god. Supposedly. But he's got no idea what his domain is or what role he plays in Olympus. When he meets Christopher, a young boy lost and trying to find his father, he helps Chris get home - and ends up accidentally binding himself to the Underworld.

Now bound to Eddie, the god of the dead, Buck must spend half the year with him in the Underworld while winter reigns above. But even as something grows between them, there are still trials to endure.

Just because the gods are not mortal... does not mean they cannot die.

[memento-morri-writes]

Morrigan's D&D Writing Masterpost

Excerpts and scenes are linked in chronological order of when they happened to the character, not when I wrote them. I'm not including every single tiny snippet here, unless I feel like they're very important or very well-written. Click on each OC's name for a link to their tag. A mix of prose re-writes / write-ups of important session moments and wholly original backstory stuff. (Plus a few bonus extremely self-indulgent hypothetical future scenarios.) This is only a tiny sample of what I've written. My doc for Rook alone is long enough to be a novel of its own. /srs

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Carrion

he/him, tiefling/beasthide shifter, path of the fractured barbarian

Carrion Backstory Chapter 1 - "Carrion" (whumpril) [+ author commentary]

Carrion Backstory Chapter 2 - "A Crisis of Faith" [+ author commentary]

Carrion Backstory Chapter 3 - Untitled

Carrion Backstory Chapter 4 - "Fear & Hunger / Human Nature" [+ author commentary]

"The Road to Drakkenheim" (whumpril, rewrite of his first session)

Rook

he/him, half-elf, swashbuckler rogue (idiot bastard man and loml)

"Liars Will Be Shot Part 1" (canon, pre-campaign vignette)

"Liars Will Be Shot Part 2" (canon, pre-campaign vignette)

"Liars Will Be Shot Part 3" (canon, pre-campaign vignette)

Zara & Her Crew (canon, from a pre-campaign vignette)

BONUS: Coin Rolling Trick (from the same pre-campaign vignette)

"Out of one box, into another" (canon session rewrite)

Rook's HVBNGD (canon session rewrite, same day as below)

Unnamed Whump Snippet Part 1 (canon session rewrite)

Unnamed Whump Snippet Part 2 (canon session rewrite)

Unnamed Whump Snippet Part 3 (canon session rewrite)

Rook + Maka Argument (canon session rewrite after the reveal of Sigmar's true identity)

Hallucination (canon, read aloud in-session)

Sea Snake snippet #1 (canon, but happened offscreen while Rook was kidnapped)

Sea Snake snippet #2 (canon, but happened offscreen while Rook was kidnapped)

Rook + Val Convo (part of a canon, offscreen convo between Rook and my temporary character, Val)

"Reunion" (canon session scene rewrite for whumpril 2025)

"Ship in a Bottle" (canon nightmare I read aloud in-session) [+ author commentary]

"Birthday Duels" (canon session rewrite)

"Storm" (hypothetical post-campaign whumpril snippet)

"Tooth & Tongue" (hypothetical post-campaign snippet)

[unnamed-atlas]

My younger siblings made me watch Hamilton with them (bc they're 14 and queer and they're having the inevitable 14 and queer musical theater phase and also they love torturing me with my past) and in a devastating turn of events i can now physically feel the little devil on my shoulder going 'oh would it really be that bad if you got into it again come on it wouldn't be that bad ignore the several years of your life it took over in middle school and I know the whole premise of Hamilton fanfiction is kind of cringe and all but hey wasn't that one you wrote at 13 kind of fun still if you really think about it I mean do you remember the silly spy story cmon I know you have to still like the silly spy story'

[mellindi]

Hey girl - I know you check in sometimes. Hope all is well, you crossed my mind and I wanted to say hey!

Hey girl!

Everything is going good over here. A lot of changes for the new year but good changes, so I'm happy. How about you? How are things going?

To everyone else, I hope y'all are all doing good too! ❤️

[novemberdevils]

inertia ch5 will be a proper new year's day (my time zone) gift it is 10:45 pm and i am staring at the doc getting nothing done i need a break

[newvegascowboy]

😭😭😭 noooo my document has reached the length qhere it begins to lag on my phone wtf

[hockeyisforthegays]

Yuuji is about to start his first year at Jujutsu High, for the second time. On this go around, he has no Sukuna, but several entirely new problems to deal with - the foremost being his own classmates. Ieri Shoko is an enigma, Geto Suguru is a ticking time-bomb, and - worst of all - Gojo Satoru is Gojo Satoru. Yuuji would really have his work cut out for him, if only he knew what he was doing.