In Another Universe This In Another Universe That

A brilliant explanation of consent for anyone who STILL doesn’t get it. 

The Shadowsinger and The Mistress of Love and Lust Pt.2

As the first rays of dawn break over the horizon, I finally allow myself to rest, leaning against him, our bodies entwined. His once bloody and torn wings are now starting to heal, the skin slowly knitting itself back together. There's still a long way to go, but we've made it through the night, and that's a victory in itself. I let myself relax against the man who I had loved for centuries the one who is now my mate, we haven't even gotten to talk about it the way we are bound to each other. To be completely honest I don’t know if I should even be sleeping beside him since he has said nothing to me other then “Mate” that doesn't mean he accepts it but it also doesn't mean he doesn’t.

I close my eyes, allowing the exhaustion to take over. But even as I drift off, I know that when I wake, I'll be ready to face another day, to continue the fight, to heal and protect my mate. I also know that he will do the same for me even if he doesn’t accept the Bond because that is just the type of man he is one with a heart. You may not be able to tell under all the brooding and shadowy exterior but he is one of the kindest most genuine men I have ever met.

His soft whisper rouses me from my sleep, "Thank you, Cici," and I squeeze his hand in response, and blush lightly noticing our proximity and the way we are both covered in his blood. “uh how about a bath?” I ask easing up from the bed moaning my exhaustion taking over me. Before my pain fully takes over I could’ve swore he said something about how he’d only take one if I joined him. I feel my old scars they are sore and my eyes are slowly lose their sight. I think quickly and using the last of my strength I winnow to Cassian and Nesta’s tent. “Cass? Nes?”

I stumble in blindly bumping into a wall- wait not a wall my best friend, Cass! “Cia are you alright?” he asks shaking me lightly and looking me over. “Where's Az is he ok” he asks frantic. “H-he's fine but I need help,” I say shakily. “My powers are weak and without anything to refuel them before I'm done with Az….” My eyes are welling up with my bloody gold tears and I let them fall.

Cass scoops me into a warm, brotherly hug. I hear Nesta approach, “What do you need to refuel?” she asks me and I can’t help but assume she is crossing her arms like I have watched her do for years when she gets curious. I smile, my senses and skills really show when I'm blind it almost makes me want to stay this way, but I will miss colors and glitter being able to see my family's smiling faces.

“Blood,” my voice shaky as I say it. Nesta huffs and hear footsteps shuffling around next thing I know I loose the presence of my best friend and I'm left myself. I can’t help but let my tears fall. I hear them again and Nesta approaches me grabbing my hands. “Eris said he’ll help he said he's done it before,” she says in a hushed tone.

Which brings me back to the time I spent with Eris camped in a cave hiding from threats, as he survived on animals we killed and my powers keeping him afloat as I kept myself replenished with his strong High Fae blood. He was the first High Fae I had ever drunken from. He allowed me to keep drinking from him as long as he stayed strong and healthy we survived 4 months out in the wilderness that way.

“Where is he?! I need it now,” I say agitated wanting to get back to my mate. “He is going to the healing tent to gather supplies,” “Alright thank you so much Nes,” I said leaning up to give her a kiss on the check which ends up rather sloppily on her ear. She laughs, a sound I haven’t heard from her in awhile. Eris helps me and gives me a few bags of fresh blood so I don't have to wonder around like that again. I rush back to Az fully recharged and ready to help him as much as I can.

chat can y'all like reblog if you're okay with getting random asks

i need to know who among my mutuals is okay to bother

TW: sensitive topics

yk what’s the worst hitting a year since ur last suicide attempt and almost 3 months clean and having the worst relapse ever and having to pretend everything is alright because now ur the happy positive person and no one can know everything is bad again. So ur suffering in silence and someone will bring it up and suddenly ur in ur room after ur first attempt wondering what is actually wrong with you and why ur like that and why you can’t just be normal. And you know something is wrong with you but you’ve never been diagnosed with anything eating makes you nauseous ur panic attacks are getting worse you don’t believe you were made to fall in love or be loved and no one including yourself knows who you really are.

*girl

😁

I could be gay today

horrendously queer

ohhhh I wanna kiss a boy

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

In another universe I don’t feel guilt and selfish about my mental health. I don’t hide it and push it down, cause I don’t want to burden anyone. In another universe maybe I know who I am and can be who I am freely. In another universe I’m the person you wish I was.

Fic/ Lore idea

Scene: Tokyo Jujutsu High – Late Afternoon, Courtyard

The courtyard glowed with soft amber light as the sun began its descent. Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara waited near the training grounds, the buzz of a rumored transfer student lingering in the air.

“Think she’s weird?” Yuji asked, chewing a protein bar.

“She’s a sorcerer,” Nobara said. “We’re all weird.”

Megumi simply narrowed his eyes toward the school gates.

And then—

“Hellooooo~!”

A flash of color burst into view.

Striding through the gates was a tall, striking girl with multicolored hair—bright streaks of pink, green, and blueflowing from thick white roots, the strands catching light like candy wrappers in the wind. Her uniform was stylishly tweaked: loose at the sleeves, cinched at the waist, with shimmering safety pins and patches. Piercings glittered on both ears, and a tiny gem sparkled below one eye, accenting her vibrant, swirling irises—like galaxies trapped in her stare, constantly shifting hue with her mood.

Today, they shimmered in warm tones of gold and coral.

She waved enthusiastically, practically skipping up the path. “I’m Yume Miran! First-year, spiritual support, unofficial snack queen, and now your new favorite person!”

Yuji’s jaw slightly dropped. “...Whoa.”

Nobara perked up, grinning. “Oh, I like her.”

Yume offered a radiant smile and held out a bag of pastel-colored dango. “Bribery is the sincerest form of friendship. Want one?”

Yuji took one immediately. “You're cool.”

Nobara took two. “You’re great.”

Yume giggled, twirling a strand of her cotton-candy hair around a finger. “You must be Nobara! You’re so much prettier in person—I’ve totally been stalking your mission logs. Let’s be besties, mmkay?”

Nobara beamed. “Duh. Finally someone with taste.”

Megumi, however, said nothing. His eyes were locked on Yume—quietly scanning her posture, her cursed energy, her too-perfect smile.

She turned to him with a warm, slow grin.

“And you must be the moody one. That’s okay. I’m really good at winning over emotionally constipated guys.”

Yuji laughed. “She’s not wrong.”

Megumi frowned. “You don’t feel like a first-year.”

Yume blinked, feigning surprise. Her eyes shifted color—cooler now, with hints of lavender. “Wow, spooky insight. Are you psychic?”

“I’m cautious,” he muttered.

She winked. “Good. You’ll need to be.”

Inside Her Mind…

They’re eating it up, Yamika murmured smugly from beneath the mask. Ayumu’s voice stirred faintly. Don’t hurt them. Hurt them? Yamika chuckled. Please. I like them. Especially the boy.

Her eyes flicked toward Yuji again.

He’s…interesting.

Scene: Tokyo Jujutsu High – Evening, Rooftop

The sun had dipped beyond the horizon, casting long shadows over the courtyard. Down below, laughter echoed—Nobara teasing Yuji, Megumi walking ahead, ever suspicious.

But above, on the rooftop, the air was different. Heavy.

Ayumu stood still, breathing slowly, her hands gripping the edge of the railing. The last remnants of her illusion faded—hair losing its candy-streaked color, piercings vanishing, makeup dissolving like dust. The youthful glow of Yume Miran melted away.

Only Akatsuki Kiko Ayumu remained—poised, powerful, and coldly beautiful. Her crimson eyes burned with silent thought.

Footsteps.

“Didn’t expect you to drop the mask this early,” Gojo’s voice drifted in, casual as ever. “Something wrong, Ayumu?”

She turned slowly, jaw tense.

“…Yuji.”

Gojo raised a brow. “What about him?”

Ayumu’s voice was quieter than usual. “He’s Sukuna’s vessel.”

Gojo's smile faded just slightly. “Ah. So… she told you.”

Ayumu nodded once. “Yamika recognized his cursed signature. She didn’t tell me right away. Not until she got too close.” Her expression darkened. “She said it was familiar. Like home.”

Gojo leaned against the railing beside her, the mood settling into a rare quiet. “I didn’t tell you because I wanted you both to meet him first. As Yuji. Not as Sukuna’s cage.”

Ayumu’s fists clenched. “You trusted her to hold back?”

“I trust you to hold her back.”

She looked away, voice almost a whisper. “She likes him.”

That made Gojo pause.

“…Yamika?”

“No,” she said after a moment. “Yume. Her. Me. All of us. I don’t know.” She pressed a hand to her chest. “It’s strange. When she’s around him, she doesn’t feel violent. She feels… drawn.”

Gojo watched her carefully.

“Is that dangerous?” she asked.

He smiled faintly. “Everything about you two is dangerous.”

A silence passed between them. Then Ayumu glanced toward the courtyard below, watching Yuji’s bright laugh echo under the night sky.

“Do you think… she’d hurt him?”

Gojo shrugged. “Depends. Would you?”

Ayumu didn’t answer.

Scene: Rooftop – Minutes After Sunset

The air had gone still. The tension from moments before lingered like smoke in Ayumu’s lungs.

Gojo stood beside her, unusually quiet. No teasing. No grin. Just him—watchful, waiting.

Ayumu’s fingers twitched slightly at her side. She could already feel Yamika stirring again, impatient to return to the “stage.”

“She’s coming back,” Ayumu murmured. “I can feel her pressing forward. I won’t be myself much longer.”

Gojo looked over, his face unreadable behind his blindfold, but his stance shifted—just slightly—closer to her.

“I don’t know when I’ll get another moment like this,” Ayumu said, her voice trembling despite herself.

He didn’t say anything.

So she turned to him.

Looked him straight in the face. Her voice cracked.

“I love you.”

A beat.

Gojo blinked. His usual mask cracked—just a fraction—but enough. His smile softened, more real than it had been all day. “Took you long enough to say it out loud.”

Her breath hitched in her throat.

“You knew?” she whispered.

“I’m the strongest,” he said softly. “But I’ve always been weak to you.”

She stepped forward, rested her forehead gently against his chest. “Please don’t forget me… if she wins.”

Gojo’s arms wrapped around her without hesitation. “She won’t. Not as long as I know who I’m fighting to protect.”

Then—

A flicker.

Ayumu's body jerked slightly.

The color in her eyes rippled. Pink streaks reformed in her white hair. Piercings shimmered back into place.

A smile tugged at her lips.

“Ugh, finally. I was getting bored,” Yamika’s voice purred out of the same mouth, eyes now radiant and shifting like oil in sunlight.

Gojo didn’t let go.

Yamika smirked lazily up at him. “Aww. Did I interrupt a moment?”

He just smiled. “Nope. You're just in time, Yume-chan.”

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”