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Sorry guys after drawing something other than Imu I needed to draw him again
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IMU-SAMA NO HOLDING IT IN DOESN’T DO ANYTHING 😭😭😭❌❌❌❌😢😢
Sorry guys after drawing something other than Imu I needed to draw him again
Hey guys sorry for dying. I’ve been trying (unsuccessfully) to get a job, and today I found out a place I was interviewing at had canceled ON ME. WITHOUT TELLING ME.
So anyways have this bullshit I drew because of a post on Reddit.
I honestly aspire for the level of insanity the OG shipper has, because how the hell did they come up with Vee x The Spectre? What was the thought process? Is it just a silly haha? Is it a serious ship? I need to know.
What would this ship even be called?? VeeSpec? Sure let’s go with that.
SPOILERS FOR GENSHIN RECENT AQ BELOW
Hot take maybe but I thought Dottore’s death was actually good.
We see in Linnea’s SQ that a cruel fate isn’t an excuse to hurt others, because you still have the power to choose the steps leading up to that fate. The end result may already be decided, but everything in between is very much up to the individual.
Dottore may have not had control over the ending, but he had control over what happened beforehand. He chose the path he went down, and that is nobodies fault but his own.
Him being dragged down by his segments is probably the perfect visualization of this: his downfall was HIS own making. Not fates, not the Travelers, not anyones, HIS. Also I dislike the lizard theory.
My uterus is committing genocide rn, and I got a motherfucking owchie on my FINGER. But hey I finished my year with a 3.86gpa!!!!!
Y/N is very susceptible to suspiciously Imu-like car. This is because Y/N has a birth defect (that is why they look like that) and thus does not have eyes.
Imu can become cat through uhm idk classism. I didn’t think this through I just wanted to draw cat meow
Pls don’t mind 1x in the corner, I thought it was funny
Love your latest Imu portraits!
Your work with shadows and highlights there is superb and sharp contrast really makes features and red eyes "pop" on the picture, for the lack of better way to phrase it!
Thank you! I’m practicing, and he is my silly muse
I remembered that I can draw. Also I finished my finals for college, so I can finally get my lazy ass and start writing
I just thought, “man I haven’t drawn Imu in a while, I should lock in”
Hi! Just wanted to say that I have really enjoyed the current trilogy (?) of the stories about Imu and his gardener. In love with how the text flows, really enjoy the style and all.
And your writing of Imu is just so delightful, absolutely adore the horrifying eldritch blob (affectionate), the inner workings of his mind that lead to "the best time to voice my displeasure to my gardener about them talking to other human being is 3 AM after a bottle of wine" results are deeply fascinating.
Thank you for writing these!
Thank you!! I enjoy writing them, and I enjoy sharing them!
quick question, what very specific chain of events would have to happen in order for nerona imu to show something that vaguely is in the shape of "softness". like he's not soft at all, and the closest thing he'll be is like the same amount of distance as the distance between the maldives and kiribati, but i think it would be an interesting thought experiment.
I think that if Imu’s potential S/O had traits similar to Lili (whether it be visually or personality-wise), Imu may be a bit softer. Not kind or loving, just marginally less frigid, and marginally more likely to not have his S/O disposed of. Like, he already has a habit of just equating people in the present to past people, so if someone acted or looked similar to Lili, he’d equate them to Lili.
We don’t know what his relationship with Lili was, but you don’t keep a big ass portrait of a woman and stare at it for god knows how long if you don’t gaf about them.
Though the risk in this situation is that he takes out whatever anger he feels towards Lili on his S/O, or systematically erases his S/O’s identity in favor of acting like they actually ARE Lili.
In my personal writings, I usually alter canon to some extent—creative liberties and allat—but that is the most realistic scenario imo.
Thanks for the ask! :)
Binding Vow (Imu x Reader)
HUGE TW: torture, descriptions of decomposition, manipulation, nonconsensual ritual performing, Imu, suicidal ideation.
Note: Sorry for dying for so long, I lost my draft twice because my laptop updated. I ended up cranking this out in one night, because I'm locked in. I actually really like writing in this sort of style... which should be obvious, considering the final word count was 3.2k; longer than all my past fics by a pretty significant margin.
I am also dead tired. It is 7:44am, and I began writing this at midnight.
Synopsis: Imu binds reader with the Covenant. It is very, very painful.
Someone please tell Imu that he really needs to work on his rizz game. This is not how you flirt with a baddie smh :///
Still getting used to Ibis Paint, since I had to switch over from procreate. Took me like ten minutes just to figure out how to do pen sensitivity. Also tried grayscale today, idk why. I think I just didn’t want to color lol.
ICY!! >:0
I just wanna ask if you might maybe hopefully possibly could consider the idea of the notion that I perhaps would want you to doodle a small sakazuki?
I can absolutely do that, sure. Just give me some time, because I lost access to my procreate (purchase sharing), and need to get some moolah to buy it
Sorry it took a bit, I have zero idea how to use Ibis Paint ^^
I made him into. Something. Idk if it’s a dog or a bean or what.
hey sorry guys you’re gonna have to wait longer for my fic, because my laptop decided to update while I was sleeping and I lost the entire fucking thing, so I have to start from scratch.
ICY!! >:0
I just wanna ask if you might maybe hopefully possibly could consider the idea of the notion that I perhaps would want you to doodle a small sakazuki?
I can absolutely do that, sure. Just give me some time, because I lost access to my procreate (purchase sharing), and need to get some moolah to buy it
that fic you made of jealous imu really made me realize that there's way more to that story because, like, imagine after that door click, the brain cogs start whirring and you realize that the secret ruler of the world, the man who is singlehandedly responsible for most, if not all, of human history, yearns for you like a lover would. idk i'd probably shit myself
Imu has zero regard for (Y/N)’s boundaries. He’s well aware that it’s creepy as fuck to break into someone’s room and interrogate them on an innocuous interaction, he just doesn’t care. It was his way of reminding them of their place, and of the fact that he could’ve done so much worse than what he did.
There is no shot he didn’t have that attendant executed just for daring to encroach—which, obviously, he has a very broad definition for—on what he sees as his.
My writing is always more on the non-serious side, but Imu really would be the worst possible person to have pining after you. I can’t even say run, because where could you run?
Thanks for the ask :)
This is the dynamic btw. Y/N has a birth defect that’s why they look like that.
He folds like a lawn chair
Nighttime Harassment (Imu x reader)
I'm not super pleased with this one. I just kinda wanted to be done with it. I'll try writing something filthy later, idk. It was supposed to be longer, but uhhh I didn't fucking feel like it hahahahha
“(Y/N).”
You cracked one sleep-heavy eye open, gaze bleary and the tendrils of blissful unconsciousness still tugging at your conscious insistently. Inertia clouded your mind like cotton, your limbs lead-like and your brain currently very-much in sleep mode; a sleep mode that your brain did not like being pulled from, even as you forced your eye to not fall shut again. The bed was warm, the room was quiet and dark, and it was the middle of the fucking night, of course your brain—which would actually prefer you to have a healthy sleep schedule, shockingly enough—didn’t enjoy being roused suddenly.
The room—your quarters, since you’d been expected to stay within the confines of Pangaea Castle due to your knowledge of Imu’s existence—was mostly engulfed in ebony darkness absolute, save for the sliver of warm yellow light that filtered through the slightly ajar door. It flickered and danced sporadically, the thin line of light it provided constantly retracting and surging forth, like the tides rolling against a cliff, or the sun peeking out from between the clouds. The light was weak, more-so the edges of whatever cast it rather than the core of the source; though even so, it was just strong enough to cut through the previously all-encompassing darkness; just strong enough to faintly illuminate the sparse furniture in the room, the seamlessly melded inky shadows falling away enough for you to make out your nightstand, and the edges of your covers.
Just enough to make out a dark, blurry shape standing next to your bed.
“Mmmph…?” You mumbled, voice gravelly and slurred, “mmm… wha’ ish’it…?”
Had you not fully closed the door when you retired for the night? You wondered idly. No, no, you were certain you had… you distinctly recall doing so, and locking the door at that. You were always pretty good at that, especially since this place wasn’t your home.
So why was there something- no, someone just… standing there…? Were you dreaming? Would this count as a dream? No, no, you’d say it leaned towards nightmare… but perhaps you were just having one of those strangely surreal dreams? That wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, you supposed numbly. The wrongness of this—and the realization that you were not, in fact, dreaming—didn’t register for that split second, your sleep-addled mind pleading to drag you back under.
“(Y/N). Wake up.”
The words registered more clearly now; and as they did, so too did the situation at hand. The sleepiness haunting you vanished immediately, adrenaline surging through your veins as your eyes shot open, wide as saucers. You scrambled back, wincing as the back of your head hit the wall with a dull thump, hand flying up to cradle the ouchie. The covers tangled around your limbs as you struggled to free yourself from their grasp; though all that flailing you were doing only made them more tangled, your eyes trained on the figure just loitering in your room like a fucking bum.
And then you met his eyes; red and ringed and weirdly visible even in the relative darkness, staring you down with the look you’d subconsciously labeled as his, “I’m trying to make you explode with my eyes,” look. Aka his default expression.
Oh great. Just great. Why in the four-fucking-seas was your creepy ass boss just loitering in your room!?
“The fuck-!?” You hissed, the words still slightly slurred, “Imu- er, uh, Imu-sama!?”
“Language.” Imu spoke dryly, the subtlest warning in his tone as his eyes narrowed. “Thy foul tongue shouldst be stayed; ‘tis improper.”
“Well, its just-“
“Didst Mu say thou could speak? Know thy place, (Y/N); Mu hast no interest in thy excuses.” A pause, before in a slightly less terse tone, “…simply hold thy tongue in the future.”
You held back a sigh, posture still tense as you met his cold gaze. Right. Of course. Even when he broke into your room at some ungodly hour of the night and woke you up, you were still expected to be reverent and polite. You were simply a gardener, and he was the literal king of the world; to say there was a power imbalance there was probably the greatest understatement of the millennium, and he just loved to remind you of that fact. It wasn’t like you were stupid enough to say anything, though; after all, you’d seen him have attendants ‘dealt with’ for less than a slip of the tongue, and you’d prefer to not be next up on the chopping block.
Really, you’d already gotten away with more than you expected, considering how you were around him on a day-to-day basis with your work. He didn’t keep people around him for long, typically, since it posed a threat to the secrecy of his existence.
Today was especially rough, since you’d learned from Imu himself that he just outright killed one of the Five Elders recently—his name eluded you, since you’d never actually met the Gorosei—for some incident at Egghead. Apparently, some new Yonko crew were there, and just made everything a lot harder than it had to be for the World Government? Look dude, you play with fucking flowers all day, not… whatever old geezers in positions of power did. He’d spent half the morning ranting at you about, “incompetent fools,” and demanding to know how the Gorosei and an Admiral failed to kill—in his words—an, “idiot boy with a neuron deficiency,” before using some… choice words for the kid.
Meanwhile, you’d just been trying to prune the leaves on a tree.
Because that is your job.
He’d been in a positively foul mood since then, getting on you for every little thing, even if normally he wouldn’t care. It was like Imu had been itching for reasons to hound you and practically bite your head off, because you were an easy target due to his lack of a social life!
You’d spoken to one of his attendants? He pretty unsubtly threatened you and your family.
You’d left for like five minutes because you, unfortunately, are burdened by an excretory system? Ripped you a new one in the most condescending fancy-talk way possible.
You lacked mind-reading capabilities and didn’t know he wanted you to water the foxgloves (why did he have so many poisonous flowers)? If you guessed that he got angry at you, you’d be right!!! Ding ding ding!!
So on, so forth.
So, the fact that he was just chilling right next to your bed, and had been there for God knows how long, made you pretty uncomfortable. A very reasonable response, in your professional opinion.
You shifted in your bed; the sheets now pooled around your hips and a soft exhale escaping your nose. Despite everything, you supposed this could’ve turned out a lot worse if you’d decided clothes were overrated that night… that would’ve been awkward. You do not need your boss seeing your bare ass subtle foreshadowing.
“Why didst thou speak to one of Mu’s attendants?” Imu finally asked, the barest hint of some unacknowledged emotion laced within his words.
He was still on this…?
“We were discussing a shipment of flowers, Imu-sama.” You droned, your voice adopting some of its earlier exhaustion, “he was telling me that they’d be late.”
“Hn. Thou could’ve discussed that with Mu, nay?”
“He was simply relaying information, Imu-sama.”
“Mu is aware of that, (Y/N),” Imu snapped in strained annoyance, his eyes flicking in what you could’ve sworn was an eyeroll, “then why didst thine presence linger near him, hm?”
You blinked in confusion, eyes briefly squinting; surely, he wasn’t this hung up over this? “He was asking me if I was low on fertilizer, so he could request a new shipment, Imu-sama.”
“He was staring at thee.” That one came out as a borderline hiss. “Why?”
“Imu-sama-“
“Thou needeth only talk to me about such things, (Y/N).” The switch to the personal pronoun was sudden and jarring, “I am thy employer, not him.”
Imu practically spat the last word, as if even referring to this poor attendant was some great disgrace for the ruler. His eyes were narrowed, and you became acutely aware of the faint scent of wine on him, sharp and pungent. The smell wasn’t strong enough to where you assumed he was hammered, but he was pretty obviously buzzed, judging by the faint glassiness to his usually sharp eyes.
“…Understood, Imu-sama.” You finally mutter, since you were not going to try and be logical with someone who had been drinking.
A soft hum of approval escaped Imu, before he abruptly walked back towards the door, “good. I would hope thou dost not… fancy him.”
And then he left, the door shutting behind him with a soft click.
VOICED JEHT AND LILOUPAR IN 6.6 AQ??? THEY REALLY BRINGING EVERYONE IN TO JUMP DOTTORE.