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pluvi begging you to expand on gojo not wanting what happened to his mother to happen to you 🙏
warnings: it’s all a dream so nothing is real aside from the flashback stuff but pregnancy as horror, (sewing) needles, implied gore/eye trauma, implied child harm, gojo is messed up yo!!! and its bc of his mama!!!
he dreams about her.
it’s an odd thing, really. gojo isn’t much of a dreamer—not much of a sleeper, all things considered, but it’s difficult not to give in when you drag him to bed and curl up in his arms. the soft rise and fall of your chest, the steady thump of your heart, the sound of your breath; it soothes him into slumber.
and he dreams about her. she was always young. he’s older now than she ever got to be. frail, thin; borderline skeletal, robes hanging from her body like webbing. she sits in a chair facing a window, swathed in moonlight, the silver of her embroidery needle glinting with each stab. her face is veiled. her stomach is swollen with child.
she doesn’t turn to him, but she beckons without noise. his feet take him easily to her, and he kneels at her side as she sets aside the embroidery hoop to let him place his head on her knees.
her hand is cold as it threads through his hair. it’s gentle, at first. then harsher a moment later. she grips firm, tugs him up by those electric white threads, stares down at him through all that elaborate lace.
he imagines she’s weeping beneath it. his mother never wept before him, but she was pretty in the aftermath, eyes puffy and pink and shining. they were a cold kind of loving when they regarded him. she must have been beautiful once, elegant and lithe and willowy, cruel like the heartless sea and sharp like a brilliant diamond, but whatever was there is long gone. he thinks all sons must empty their mothers, bleed them dry from within, because his was always a shell.
she trails her hand down the side of his face, and he turns into the palm and closes his eyes, and she is silent as she sets down her embroidery to lift her veil. she is silent and hollow and eidolic as her fingers brush down his jaw and tilt his head up to look at her.
but it’s your face that he sees when he opens his eyes.
it’s your hand against his cheek, your eyes pink and puffy and pretty, your stomach bulging by his own doing. it’s your fingers that pluck up the needle, still attached to a thread of brilliant cerulean, and raise it to his eye.
his mother never was able to pierce him with that needle. she stopped herself, each and every time, dropping it and tugging him close in shame. she never doted, never was kind, but she never did manage to harm him.
you do. he lets you. it’s only fair. whatever thing is in your stomach can’t be human—whether god or demon what does it matter, at the end of the day—and didn’t he put it in you himself? if his mother never got the satisfaction of spilling his blood, shouldn’t you?
but he wakes just as the tip pierces his iris, and you hold him in your lap, eyes wide with concern and not puffy from weeping, and you hold no child within you. your hands thread through his hair and they’re warm, your lips plush when you bend to press a kiss to his brow.
he turns inward to press his face into your (empty, blissfully vacant) abdomen. the wetness he leaves there, falling from his so very coveted eyes, is colorless.
he thinks it ought to be brilliant crimson.
#ask.🌧#saintshigaraki#cw.pregnancy#cw.child abuse#cw.trauma#cw.gore#cw.needles#char.🌧 gojo#mine.🌧#no children#tags will have some discussion of harming others & oneself as well as poor mental health in general pls be aware#i hope u like it beloved i am suddenly very self-conscious abt this one#there were originally more examples of her nearly-harming him but i ended up rewriting the snippet to focus on the needle thing#but in my head she...... had fits where she seriously considered maiming him but stopped herself#getting very close to it in many instances#idk. to me she was MEAN and stoic and gojo's obsession with her made his doting aunties and grannies beyond furious. thats what i think#and the only reason his clan kept her around was bc she was the only thing that could stop his tantrums#bc she was ambitious and cruel and she really did fight for him when needed. she could be scary. they rlly wanted her gone#n e way. ty for ur patience i hope it was worth the wait JKHADBFV
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omg beloved cato....what thought did you have....
darling vic...🙈 i was just thinking... you know... how eager Touya gets, right?
And how much he enjoys making a mess of you, or if you're already a little messy and bloody, for some reason, how cute he looks licking up all that extra fluid; the way he'll come away from you with a thick string of cervical mucus still attached to his tongue.
he gets a bit lovesick over it, don't you think?
#sorry u caught me right when i needed to wash my dishes but here i am#he's disgusting and i love him for it#i would allow him. to do things to me. when i was on my. period.#'s*x helps the pain'-guy#caitie answers#gen#vic!!#saintshigaraki#menstruation tw#body fluids tw
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25 (or perhaps 17? whichever one u prefer) for usurper!gojo.....since he is on my mind. always.
25: The first dark morning, pitch black when there once was sunlight
17: Bringing chilly hands up to warm with hot breath
Did both for u vic ♥️ thank you for requesting usurper!gojo u owe u my life,,,,,
Awakening alone is a terrible affront to your status as queen, you think. Perhaps that opinion is proof of how spoiled you are, but it hardly matters to you when you’ve opened your eyes to a cold bed and darkness.
The feeling is fleeting; it only lasts for the few seconds before the sound of the door opening resonates through the dark, open room announcing your husband’s return from what was almost certainly some important affair of state.
You watch him, huddled beneath the plush duvet with only your eyes peering out; you watch him sigh, shoulders slumping, and run a hand through his hair as he pulls off the fabric covering his eyes; you watch him turn and head for the bed, cast his eyes over the shape of your body while a soft smile crosses his face. He never bothers to hide his affections, but little moments when he doesn’t know anyone is looking are so few and far between that you cherish them dearly.
Of course by the time that brilliant blue gaze hits your face he realizes that you aren’t slumbering in his bed, and he startles. You can’t resist the grin that graces your lips.
Close enough now to pull the blankets from your head, Satoru does so affectionately. “It’s too early for you to be awake, wife.”
“I recall that you once dragged me from our bed to watch the sunrise earlier than this, husband.”
“Ah, but that was midsummer. The weather this time of year is far less kind. You’ll catch a chill, and what would I do with myself then?”
“I’m hardly so delicate. You, however,” you reach out to grasp his hands and, finding them cold to the touch, pull them up to your warmed face to heat up with your breath, “will freeze if you make a habit of leaving me during the night.”
Long fingers press against your cheeks, icy against your skin. You shiver, eyes fluttering as you brush your lips softly against his cool palm. Heavy-lidded, you glance up to find him staring down at you, mouth parted slightly, hands twitching against your face.
“So warm,” he says, barely more than a murmur. You snicker a little, entirely unladylike.
“Join me in bed again, then, my king. Let me thaw you.”
#ask.🌧#saintshigaraki#pluvi’s pals#char.🌧 gojo#event.🌧 autumnal prompts#mine.🌧#usurper!gojo#gojo x reader#gojo x y/n#gojo x you#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n
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SO SO SO SO TRUE….shigaraki eating his cum right out of u…..your mind
He’s filthy and shameless about it, it’s just facts 😌
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caitie my beloved u give off A + 5 + # vibes <3
VIC!!!! ur gonna make me cry, would love to have a white claw with u and laugh at all the haters <333
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what vibe do i give off?
#did u knw i associate the my beloved meme with u??#ur berry cute#and give off... c6!#spreading the best hot takes and patricide agenda while being so sweet#love u#ask#caitie chats#ask games#vic🖤#saintshigaraki
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vampire geto sitting there dumbfounded for a good half an hour after you leave the house and kiss him on the cheek for the first time
#thinking.......... thinking..................................#heavily informed by vic's (@saintshigaraki) vampire geto thoughts btw
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omg stevie i forgot that you are a natsuo connoisseur........
well you said natuso and facesitting so of course i had to agree with a fellow natuso connoisseur 🫶🏼
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what if i. kept this url for a bit.
#i don’t think i’ll stay away from saintshigaraki for long esp as the manga comes to a close#but for now….#vicspeaks
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merm <3 💎, 💞, 🎈, and 🎀!!!
vic! my darling, angel-on-fire-with-a-sword vic!
💎 why is writing important to you?
because!!! because i have a hundred different lifetimes in me, and i want to live them all!!!! i want to experience everything—the good and the bad and the wonderful and the horrific and the magical!
💞 what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language
Oh, this is easy! The characters first and always. And then the world around them! It’s really a character in it’s own right… but everything else will fall into place with that.
🎈 describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?
Pretty fixed, I think, for the most part. Maybe it changes as I learn new things and grow, but the core of my style has always been the same. 🥺
🎀 give yourself a compliment about your own writing
Sneaky! But okay. 🥺 I think we do emotions really well!
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I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR ABOUT EX HUSBAND SHANKS 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Okay I was thinking a relationship that’s like SUPER chill and casual. Like literally fuckbuddies turned lovers; u stay on ur home island and he’s off most of the time. Was based close by in the first year or two y’all met and got close so he was around more often but eventually it becomes him stopping by every few months for a few weeks and the two of you keeping up contact while he’s gone. The progression from just messing around to a committed relationship is slow and largely unsaid until Beckman tells you his captain has turned down every other woman for the past two years and you realize you aren’t much searching for other men yourself; soon enough you’ve got matching rings and as untraditional as it is it works.
And I’m just thinking abt how like…….. ur happy w ur life on ur little island, it’s relatively safe all things considered under his protection and you’ve lived there your whole life and all you rlly wanna do is keep your head down and stay there. Getting involved with Red-Haired Shanks puts a major flaw in that plan but it’s easy to forget who exactly he is. He doesn’t hide it, ofc not, but he’s so… unremarkable seeming that it’s difficult to remember, especially when your interaction with him is isolated to a scant few days or weeks when he’s most at ease and the only thing he’s thinking about is you.
But………. then you’re reminded otherwise. It’s silly really, because of course you know. It’s been years since you first met him, you’ve seen the wanted posters and you’ve heard how people talk about him, but knowing in abstract—contrasted by the man who’s managed to marry you, all wide smiles and incessant drunken love confessions and never dodging a well-placed swat from your hand—is far different from seeing in person.
You board his ship for a little trip; something small, only a few days to go retrieve a gift for you that Shanks had foolishly left a few islands away, low-risk and entirely in his territory. But it all goes sideways and you’re forced, quite suddenly, to realize just who you’ve managed to fall for—and exactly what kind of power and prestige he wields—while trapped with nowhere to go but remain on his ship with him and his crew for the days it takes to return.
You feel stupid more than anything, balking like this after one (frankly minuscule) fight. You don’t leave his cabin the whole trip back. He brings you meals, holds you when he can, tells you how much the crew misses you, but he doesn’t understand just how much you’re questioning. How much, you wonder, do you really know Shanks? Bordering on ten years is quite some time but when you only see him a scant few weeks out of those years, how much does it matter?
The ring on your finger, the way he looks at you—they settle on your shoulders more like a noose now, no longer making you giddy. How long until some bitter rival of his storms your home searching for you because they can’t touch him?
How much is he worth it when the lives of everyone in your hometown stand at risk?
You’re smart enough not to pick the fight until you’ve returned. You have it at the door of your home, long overdone and frankly terrified, all but melting down once you’re truly alone with him for the first time in a week. He doesn’t yell back—doesn’t do much, after attempts at soothing you fail, except watch you with a mildly surprised expression on his face.
For the first time in years you don’t let him stay the night, or see him off when he leaves the following day. You sit up on your roof and watch his ship disappear over the horizon and assure yourself that clearly you aren’t cut out for being his.
(But two months later that ship appears again, and an hour after docking there’s a knock at your door, and you can’t help how your breath hitches when you see that red hair beyond the peephole…)
#ask.🌧#saintshigaraki#char.🌧 shanks#mine.🌧#shanks x reader#sorry this is more the buildup than actual ex husband stuff 💔#might do a continuation in a few days#but in essence he doesn’t Realize u were serious he thinks it was a normal fight#until he returns like normal and realizes you’ve removed your ring n want nothing to do with him#at which point his only response is well :) took me two years to win her over the first time#I’ve got experience now so it’ll be faster right?#(yes)#maybe he actually manages to sweet talk you into joining him the second go around
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💌!!! <3
shigaraki, biblically accurate angels, flickering candlelight, and glimmering gold
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pluvi my beloved i’m begging u to expand on being the only person who can keep tomura grounded
👀 ur wish is my command
Obviously you knew him before, loved him before—I’m torn between you knowing that he’s Shigaraki Tomura, s-class villain and leader of the League (either as a member or as a civilian who simply is sympathetic) or being completely in the dark. Either way you’ve been dating him for a while beforehand; either way you’re a little devastated when he disappears for three months. It’s difficult, having to let him go after getting used to his sheer clinginess, but you manage, though he weighs heavy in your mind in his absence.
But then he wakes up.
You watch the news on TV. You know it’s him even if you don’t know who he is. He stands in the wreckage of a hospital, hair brilliant white, cape upon his shoulders, and you wonder just how deviant you must be that the sight makes your heart swell with adoration.
He finds you the night of the prison break. It isn’t difficult. You’re in the same apartment you’ve always been in. He’s spent nights here with you, kissed you and touched you in these rooms, and when you find him looming in the middle of your kitchen you know this isn’t your Tomura.
(If you hadn’t known about his villainous ways this is, certainly, one hell of a way to see him again after such a revelation—not-him yet not-not-him, powerful beyond anything you could fathom and fighting a war within himself that quiets only when you’re in view)
The hatred in the look he fixes you with is enough to make you freeze. It hardly matters when he’s approaching you already, arms raising to embrace you. As the milliseconds tick by and he grows ever closer that hatred gives way to something far softer.
He wraps you in that tattered black cape, bundles you up as if it’s the middle of winter and you risk getting a chill, and though his movement is rough he’s gentle as he pulls you closer. You can feel the way he relaxes the moment he can hold you, though not nearly enough. The agitation remains despite the proximity, the troubling one-sided conversation.
I don’t care, you hear him hiss to nobody, as his grip on you tightens and he yanks you closer until you’re pressed up against him. His eyes are still too crazed to look at you for real but, despite it all, you press your face into his chest to bask, just a little, in his presence. Shut up, they’re coming.
He brings you with him. You can’t say it’s unwilling.
You’re one of the few granted a bed and a room. He has his own yet he spends more time with you, and he only ever enters with your permission; he lingers at the door like a ghost whenever he appears, looking worse for wear every time, staring at where you sit on the edge of the mattress until you beckon him in.
The longer he’s gone from your presence the worse he seems—eyes wild, shoulders taut, holding himself together at the seams but only barely. The first look always sends a shock of terror through you. That hatred is something you’ve never had directed towards you before and it’s frightening. Yet the look always thaws, yet the tension in his shoulders eases, yet he breathes out a relieved sigh as he makes for you, and you never cower.
(You wonder, sometimes, why All For One allows it. In your presence his hold weakens and Tomura fights for air; he could off you with less thought than it takes for his heart to beat within his chest. The answer comes to you quickly—Tomura’s rage at your death would spell the end of his master’s best-laid plans far faster than your mere presence. In a sense you are the safest person in the world. In a sense Tomura’s love keeps you alive)
He always kisses you at first. It’s always raw, always desperate. He pants into your mouth and sucks on your tongue and more often than not his teeth clack hard against your own before he finally pulls away only to collapse into you.
Head on your shoulder at first, he’ll hold you, hands grabbing at your waist like a lifeline. He has full control over Decay now but he still only ever touches you with pinkies raised, even like this.
And then he’ll sink, every time, down to kneel on the dirty floor like he can’t hold himself up any longer. He’ll turn his head and press his cheek into the seam of your thighs, pushing the crown of his head into your stomach, easing his arms further around your waist as much as they can. You wonder sometimes if he’s crying, or if he’s trying to, or if he even can, whatever he’s become. You decide it hardly matters.
It’s not him, you know it’s not your Tomura, not fully—but when you hold him it’s easier to forget. When his head is shoved into your lap and his arms are wrapped so tightly around you that you feel like he’s stealing your breath while you comb your fingers through his hair and pretend you can’t hear his mumbling, it’s almost like he’s with you again.
But that doesn’t make it hurt any less. In fact it makes the ache in your heart deepen. In fact you only yearn for him more, the real him, demanding and whiny and clingy just like you adore. It’s agony to see him so distressed and knowing you can do so little.
The only thing you can do is whisper to him. Comfort, mostly; reassurances of your affections, though you wonder how much he truly hears. And one demand: to come back to you, no matter what.
#ask.🌧#saintshigaraki#pluvi’s pals#char.🌧 shigaraki#I WAS HOPING YOUD ASK SKDNSK#i love u thank u for indulging me#bnha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers
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one please play genshin though we won’t be in the same server probably.. sobs. we can share more insanity together
two i want to hear your ayato thoughts
i heard it leaves a real genshin impact on your wallet and i have cobwebs and tumbleweeds in my bank account rn so i will probably live vicariously through my moots that play it. i do not know this man but u know i love prettyboys. and i heard he's kind of an annoying and pathetic bastard (affectionate) so that makes it all the better for me.
#mysticmoots#summoned#IDK ENOUGH ABOUT HIM TO CHARACTERIZE HIM#but i trust every post and hc you and vic (saintshigaraki) make about him
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babybel wrapper and ourple <3
u thinking im funny is such a top tier compliment, thank u my beloved <3
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i told vic i want to fuck nikolai and their response was "interesting......" and i feel like a court jester who just took a joke one step two far in front of the king and is getting sent to the stocks
#tumblr user saintshigaraki please don't send me to the stocks just bc i'm the CEO of clown fucker enterprises#it's a tough job but someone's gotta do it
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STEVIE OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THANK YOU VIC !!!!! 🤍🤍
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