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𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄
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“𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑, 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄”
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╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You wanted revenge for Suguru, So you joined jujutsu high to gather information. Satoru was your saving grace, an angel, a lifesaver that is always sparing you from the risk of being caught while snooping around various rooms and areas. You would've thought that he's an angel sent from heaven, but not until he becomes unhealthily obsessed with you. Showing you that he was just actually the devil in disguise.
╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Gojo Satoru x Fem! Traitor! Suguru's Adopted Daughter! Reader
╰┈➤𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Implied Non-Con, Unhealthy Relationship, Yandere Behaviors, Satoru is an abusive a-hole. Age gaps (Satoru is 28, Reader is 19). Manipulation. Dark Themes. Satoru has mood swings. Violence. Reader is scared of Satoru. Foul language. Victim Blaming. (Ooc)
╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I do not support or approve of any of the behaviors and actions depicted in this book. The content is intended solely for entertainment purposes. The main storyline will be introduced in the following chapter, which will delve into the details of how the characters first encountered each other. It might be a bit confusing though. Also, support me on Quotev and Wattpad pls?:) hearts and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3.
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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
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HOW MANY DAYS HAS passed since you found yourself in this situation with him again? The passage of time eluded you, as you had stopped keeping track, but it seemed like you had been trapped in this place for months, perhaps even a year. It felt like an eternity since he orchestrated your fake ‘death’ and locked you up in his place.
You’re not weak by any means, in fact, you’re strong, as you were a grade one sorcerer, but when faced with Satoru, you were nothing. No matter how much effort you put into finding a way out or escaping him, it seemed futile.
He was the strongest after all.
Should you attempt to flee, say goodbye to your walking privilege as he would incapacitate you by breaking your legs with.
Any resistance or argument on your part would only result in more severe punishment and degradation at his hands.
You try to use your domain expansion and fight back? He’ll use his domain expansion too and it doesn’t end well on your part.
Even if you dared to confront him and try to reason with his twisted mind, you would find yourself outmaneuvered and manipulated.
Asking others for help was equally fruitless, because what can they do against the strongest sorcerer?
You tried to ask Shoko for help, but unfortunately, she is unable to intervene in the situation. However, she mentioned that there is a person who has the ability to control and Tame Satoru—Suguru. Sadly, the dilemma lies in the fact that Suguru is no longer alive, and it was Satoru Himself who killed Suguru.
Suguru was the only reason why you joined jujutsu high. You wanted to find Suguru’s body, since according to your sisters, Nanako and Mimiko, Suguru’s body wasn't cremated, so you joined jujutsu high to look for suguru’s body, and to also get some information, because vengeance is what you seek.
Gathering information about the school and the sorcerers there was made easier by your loud teacher—Satoru Gojo, who constantly yaps and shares details about literally anything.
Anything but Suguru.
Unfortunately for you though, Satoru ended up finding out that you’re a traitor.
And that’s the main reason why you’re stuck with him.
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Satoru’s fingers were lightly pressing against your throat, exerting gentle pressure that caused discomfort yet not crossing the threshold into pain. His touch was brand and it felt like a scorching imprint on your flesh. His fingertips grazed the delicate skin of your throat, tracing the rhythm of your racing pulse. His nose was nestled into the curve where your neck meets your shoulder, his breath hot and oppressive. Unconsciously, your fingers curled in response to his touch as you tried to distance yourself from him—yet, unable to tune him out.
You fought back the rising bile in your throat, swallowing hard to prevent it from rising and vomiting, your every muscle tense with discomfort. 
You squirmed uneasily, unable to escape as his other hand pressed firmly against your tummy, immobilizing you while his grip on your neck intensified, forcing your spine to meld into his chest as you were practically ensnared on his lap. Your jaw clenched, your airway constricting involuntarily, making each breath a struggle.
“S’toru,” You whined in discomfort.
“Relax your throat, baby” he coaxed, loosening his hold slightly. With great effort, you tried to comply, swallowing down a torrent of curses and insults that threatened to escape.
“Don’t vomit on me... ‘m just trying to listen to your pulse, n’ see if you’re healthy or not.” He assured you, a honeyed lie.
But you’re not. You wanted to say.
You’re trying to choke me. You said mentally.
“Come on, relax, pretty girl.”
He drawled, his icy blue eyes narrowing as they pierced through you from beneath his pale lashes.
“No...” You murmured.
“Don’t worry about me.. I’m.. calm.” you feigned, though the erratic thumping of your heart against your ribcage betrayed your facade. His sharp ears likely caught the drumming tempo echoing through the hollow of your neck.
“But you’re not.” He said.
“Hmph. Such a pretty liar, are you? Don't gaslight yourself.” he admonished, a disapproving shake of his head punctuating his words. You ground your teeth in frustration.
“You’re the one gaslighting me here,” you countered, a futile attempt to deflect his observation. Deep down, you knew his accusation rang true—a self-imposed gaslight, for you were only convincing yourself of a false relaxation, when infact, you are beyond calm.
“Tsk, tsk. Liar.” his voice carried a weight of disappointment as his hand migrated from your neck to your jaw, the firm pinch of his forefinger and thumb steering your gaze towards his stare.
“Fine,” you huffed. Each breath felt like hot coals burning in your lungs, and your muscles tightened like steel cables. As you clenched your fists, the skin on your knuckles paled beneath the pressure, your nails digging crescents into your palms.
 “I’m not calm,” you uttered stiffly, almost choking on the words as if they were bitter pills forced out of your mouth. Satoru cocked an eyebrow at your admission. His lips curled into a smirk, a condescending smile.
“I know, babe,” he murmured.
“Then why ask?” You asked sharply, [E/c] eyes narrowed.
“Why would you lie in the first place?” He asks back.
You fell into an uneasy silence, not knowing what to say.
“That’s what i thought.” Satoru scoffs.
You grimaced as his warm breath tickled your skin as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, his hand going underneath the fabric of your shirt. A shiver ran down your spine at the touch, a mix of revulsion and fear coiling within you as you fought the urge to swat his hand away.
You were keenly aware of the thin line you were threading, one wrong mood can cause Satoru to get mad. And satoru getting mad was far from the things that you would enjoy.
You don’t want to deal with a pissed satoru.
“Was that hard to admit?” Satoru asked suddenly.
You shook your head, the movement terse and strained, like a puppet pulled by invisible strings.
“Words, baby. Use your words,” he prompted.
“No... it’s not hard to admit,” you forced the words out through gritted teeth as he lets out a mocking laugh.
“Tsk, such a prideful princess,” he teased, his amusement palpable. You fixed your gaze on the ground, unable to meet his eyes, the weight of his hands on your body sending discomfort through your nerves. The struggle to maintain your composure, to resist the urge to push him away, felt like a battle
“But hey, you lied again, didn’t you? It was hard for you to admit that after all.” Satoru says, and you stiffened as you felt his gaze burning into you.
“What do you mean?” You feigned innocence.
“Don’t play dumb, pretty girl.” He glared at you.
That stupid cold stare of his never failed to make the hairs in your skin go up, and you hated it.
The adoring light that once danced in his gaze whenever he’s looking at you had been extinguished, replaced by a frigid darkness. His words and demeanor was now clashed with the vibrancy that once filled his eyes.
You hated it. You loathed it.
Loathed the way he looked at you in such a cold way, loathed the way he would always manipulate you, make you feel bad and blame you for everything.
This wasn’t the satoru that you had fallen for.
“you know, [Name]...When you lie,” he began, his thumb delicately tracing the lush curve of your lips. The urge to sink your teeth into his probing digit churned within you, an impulse that you struggled to suppress.
How did it go south so fast? He wasn’t like this before.
“Even if s’just a seemingly harmless little lie just like the one you just uttered,” he continued, exhaling a sigh heavy with disappointment.
“When you lie, it makes me remember how much of a traitor you are.”
With a sharp press, his thumb breached the barrier of your closed lips, barely grazing the tips of your teeth. A shiver ran down your spine at the invasion as he skillfully maneuvered his thumb into the warm recesses of your mouth, grazing against the tender foliate of your tongue.
“Traitors, don’t deserve mercy y’know?” He mused.
Gritting your teeth, you bit down on the inside of your cheek to suppress the snarl that threatened to escape.
“But lucky for you, i love you, so I’ll be showin’ you mercy.”
“Love?” You repeated incredulously, your words muffled.
He claims to love you, despite the vile deeds he's committed? The audacity of those words sends a surge of rage coursing through your veins. You make a desperate move to chomp down on his finger, but limitless stopped you.
The moment you does so, Satoru laughs.
“See? You Fuckin’ traitor.” He snorts.
“Can’t even trust you for a second, can I?” he drawls, and your insides twist with guilt and terror when you realize what you almost did. 
Shit. You messed up.
“Thought that you’re a good girl by now but looks like you’re still on your rebellious phase, hm?” He taunts.
“I didn’t meant to—” You tried to defend yourself but he interrupted you.
“I’m speaking.” He said firmly, and you shifts, hand twitching.
“But i—”
“I said i’m speaking.” His voice now rose making you flinch.
“If I turn limitless off, you’d take a bite outta me, ‘m sure of that.” he said, shaking his head as he withdraws his now moistened finger from your trembling lips, tainted with your own saliva.
He was right, but you’re not gonna admit that. If he has limitless turned off, you’ll smash his head on the wall.
“I didn’t mean to..” You said, swallowing thickly. But you did meant to do that though.
Satoru rolled his eyes.
“When will you stop lying?”
“Never thought that suguru would raise such a brat, a traitor one and a liar, at that.”
He says wearily, rubbing his temples in exasperation.
“Gosh, such a careless father, letting his poor daughter go.. but hey, i can’t blame him now, can i?” He hums, stroking his chin.
“I mean... He’s the reason why i met my sweet little [Name] after all.”
The mere mention of suguru being careless made the fragile tether of your composure snap.
Suguru was not careless.
You hated it when people talk shit about Suguru.
Your eyes widened with furious intensity, your blood coursing hot with rage as a vein visibly throbbed on your forehead. Anger constricted your throat, making it difficult to even breathe. In a moment of pure instinct, you crossed your fingers together, ready to use your domain expansion.
CRACK!
However, before you could fully comprehend what was happening, he snapped your fingers, twisting it, sending a jolt of pain throughout your body.
“What did i tell you about trying to use your domain expansion again?” His questioning gaze intensified as he firmly grasped your fingers, causing your eyes to widen in shock.
Then another came.
CRACK!
Then a ripping sound echoed through your ears.
You felt a sharp pain as blood started to trickle down from where he had inflicted wounds on your fingers. Your heart sank as you heard the sound of your severed fingers hitting the ground.
A scream was about to escape from your lips until he silenced you with a forceful kiss. His teeth clashed against yours as he firmly gripped your hip, effortlessly flipping you over and pinning you down.  
As he broke away from the kiss, a thin trail of saliva lingered between your mouths, and you felt like you're going to vomit.
“That’s the third time that you’re trying to use your domain expansion on me,” he snarls, seizing both of your wrists with one hand and securing them above your head while straddling you. 
“Haah.. ‘ve forgiven you for the other two times, but it’s getting annoying now. Try to use it once again and I’ll cut both of your hands off, okay?”
“There, there, don’t cry. It’s your own fault anyways.” Satoru comforts you as if he hadn’t just cut your fingers off. He gently licks the tears from your cheeks, savoring them as if they were sweet syrup, causing you to continue sobbing.
“Maybe if you weren’t so feisty and disobedient this wouldn’t happen... Suguru seriously forgot to teach you some manners, didn’t he?”
Shaking his head in disappointment, he lifts your hand to his lips and kisses it, displaying a strange mix of affection and detachment despite the gruesome act he just committed.
Looking down at you, Satoru grins, his eyelashes fluttering shut like those of an angel, looking peaceful.
Looking so innocent despite doing gruesome things.
Just like the Devil In Disguise .
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chwengie · 1 year
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2nd hand lollipop kisses ^^
( please tell me you get the tshirt joke ;u; )
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threelionsgirl · 1 year
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Brazil's coach, Tite dancing with Richarlison and the Brazil NT after scoring the fourth goal against South Korea in the round of 16 during the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 at 974 Stadium on December, 5 in Ras Abu Aboud, Qatar.
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stuckyondestiel · 1 year
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Brazilian and Serbian coach reacting to Richarlison’s goal
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dadsinsuits · 30 days
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Adenor Leonardo Bacchi
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ayayabaroque · 1 year
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Abstained.
Okay. I’ve been reading way too much angst, and I’ve been listening to breakup songs for only God knows how long. CW: Angst, Use of Scara’s real name, Sumeru archon quest spoilers, i want someone to die so one of you has to go. Heavily inspired by Kung ‘Di Rin Lang Ikaw ‘nd Sa Ngalan Ng Pag-ibig and some of the bold sentences are rough translations of the lyrics, since I don’t know the accurate translations.
If you aren’t the reason to love, would I stop my heart from getting hurt?
Kunikuzushi was beyond saving, he was impossible to love. His own creator abandoned him, his only friends left him, and being faced with his own immortality, he knows that you’ll leave him too.
You believe that through your flaws of mortality, you would do you best to stay by his side for eternity.
But as he drifts of into the company of another, a scholar by the name of Haypasia, you question if he is worth the trouble of loving.
“Scaramouche, it’s been only 2 days after your most recent visit to Haypasia, would it be possible to ask of you one thing?”
He merely scoffs, dismissing the idea of resting, if it meant showing affection to his most devoted follower.
It is a true wonder you haven’t left him yet, despite how inconsiderate he is towards your personal feelings.
If it isn’t you, then it won’t be at all, I won’t hope for us anymore.
The Doctor offered you revenge, wealth, and power, all you had to do was to betray Kunikuzushi.
But you couldn’t bring yourself to put him in a much more dire situation, thus you decline.
Yet do you truly feel this way about him?
“You never truly cared for me, Haypasia has been showing her dedication and devotion to me ever since she made contact with her new-found God.” 
Scaramouche seethes, venom spilling from his mouth
“If I were you, I’d do exactly as Haypasia, in hopes to win over my lover again.”
I’m shivering and I can’t move, my heart can’t force myself to love you anymore.
It proves true that the snow-lain land of Snezhnaya is not suit to your tastes,
but if it means staying as far away as humanly possible from Scaramouche, you’d go through whatever length to ensure his happiness.
To that of Haypasia, and not you.
If the frostbite and cold doesn’t take you, then may the fake god abrew in Sumeru take your life.
You once believed that you would take any step toward a brighter future for you and Kunikuzushi, but it seems near impossible to achieve that, if he is in the glory of another.
Do you truly love him now?
If it won’t be us in the end, I’ll stop myself from loving someone else.
“I vow to stay by your side for eternity, let the damned wake, and let the souls who mourn, do so with agony. I will shield you from the world and all it’s cruelty.” —yet you, who makes such sacrilegious promises, only to succumb to sheer cold, and a slight pang of jealousy toward his “first” follower.
If you couldn’t love another, you might as well die with the vows you’ve made to each other.
That way, when he succeeds in entering godhood, he won’t remember you anymore.
But if I don’t remember who we were, who’ll cry in the morn for us?
Before setting foot into Sumeru, you haven’t even heard of Irminsul.
Much less known that Irminsul contains the memories of everyone, which holds little to no regard from Scaramouche, until he caught wind of what recently happened after his downfall.
“[First], pronounced dead. I believe you have no use for them anyway, since Haypasia is your one and only follower, am I correct?”
Il Dottore, 2nd of the Harbingers, announcing your death to the former Harbinger has his mouth agape and speechless.
He believes that it is all his fault, his status, his arrogance, and his vile nature that caused your death.
Shortly after his defeat, he was assigned to carry out a task for Lesser Lord Kusanali and the Traveler.
Enter Irminsul and attempt to find more information on the Descenders of Teyvat. In his subconscious, his new-found information on the erasure of existence from the Traveler has his full attention. Perhaps, if he never met you, if he never tainted his self-image, you could live happily together with him in his next life. With the knowledge of Irminsul, he begins infiltrating its memories in hopes to have his soul reborn into your arms again. I’m letting go, since I can’t move anymore. But would I stop your heart to yearn for another? He succeeded in erasing The Balladeer’s existence of this world, but it was in vain. You couldn’t hang on to the tiny bit of life you have anymore, and withered away from his grasp. In all the years of his life, he has never experienced such grief in his life. His mind though hazy, tries to cling on to what little memory he has of you in the back of his mind. Kunikuzushi was impressed to say the least, you really did love him, even if he wouldn’t love you anymore. At the cost of the recognition as a God, the price would be his only source of hope and warmth. “Until our end of time,  until our hearts feel nothing anymore, even if forever ends, I’ll wait for you, in the name of love.”
ngl i still dont understand how to post on tumblr and the last post i have is march ‘22 ang sarap siguro ng feeling na mahal na mahal ka nya tapos gagawin nya ang lahat para sayo, dwow👍
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motoshima · 1 year
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@motoshima //Instagram @_motoshima 🕊️
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Tohru doodles i made in class
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deidara1444 · 10 months
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Ukitake from Bleach
watercolor and pencil
Bleach (c) Kubo Tite
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hungrigbuffel · 1 year
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Brasil NT celebrating their third goal - Brasil vs Korea (05.12.2022).
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Omg y'all Richarlison and his dance with the bench players and manager.
That made my day ngl.
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moltengarnet · 7 months
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Orihime's Lunch Pose
part 2 in a series of Bleach pics featuring a panel from the manga over an item.
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Campeonato Brasileiro 2023 - Cruzeiro x Flamengo wallpapers
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brasilbrasilbrasil · 1 year
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faz o pruu, tite!
terceiro gol (BRA 3 x 0 COR)
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asteticas · 1 year
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FRANK OCEAN — FOR GARAGISME, “TITE,” SPRING/SUMMER ISSUE N°3, ©2013. PHOTOGRAPHY BY CG WATKINS. (AT LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA)
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