#this is the last one btw!!! unless something rlly inspires me or i get into it again in a few weeks lmfaoooo

[pluviophile-imagines]

i wanna see usurper!gojo's courting shenanigans plsplspls

in which gojo satoru, your beloved king and betrothed, knows his time is best spent in your company riling you up.

gojo satoru x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k genre: fluff, royal au, childhood friends to lovers type: one-shot reader: fem (she/her pronouns, fem terms, fem clothing including dresses) warnings: once again hes pushy n the reader's a lil bit hesitant but hed stop if she rlly wanted, vague references to violence note: see i was gonna do a few lil scenes but the first one got away from me.... but basically the period of him courting the reader (which full disclosure isnt technically courting bc that should be happening before one proposes but this occurs while theyre engaged bc Gojo Didnt Get That Memo but i digress) is just him being WILDLY inappropriate for cultural standards, everyone silently pitying the reader, and the reader having a whole ton of conflicting emotions but ultimately rlly liking it 😭😭😭

usurper!gojo tag || masterlist

“they say you’re inhuman, you know.” you’ve finished the flower chain. his eyes don’t stray from your fingers as they nimbly connect the two ends and tie them together with a final stem into a thick circlet. “they said it a lot that night. they said you were the gods’ fury made mortal.”

he snickers. “how dramatic.”

you lift yourself up onto your thighs, shuffle towards him further and reach out, and he bows his head to let you place your creation upon it. your hand trails down when you let go, drifting over his ear and along his jaw as he lifts his head from its bow to look at you. you certainly mean to pull it away but his hand beats you to it, darting up to keep your palm against his cheek as you settle back down on the backs of your heels.

“i know why they came to that conclusion,” you say. “you terrified me when i saw you.”

“did you think me inhuman?”

you hum, eyes tracing along the band of flowers now gracing his forehead, falling to rest on his hand over yours. “no. never. monstrous, perhaps. odious. but very human.”

Satoru finds you out on the grounds, tucked away at the edge where the manicured gardens give way to rough forest. The weather has been turbulent, but for the first time since the coup there’s enough sun to stand being outside the castle longer than a scant few minutes. You’d said that morning that you planned to venture out, now that early spring flowers were beginning to bloom.

You’re cloaked in heavy furs, layers of skirts and wool protecting you from the cold, all elaborate garments that he’s gifted you. It's adorable (satisfying) to see you dressed up in his presents. He tells you as much when he finds you, delves into the treeline long before you see him so that he can sneak up upon you and whisper it into your ear to make you yelp and jump away.

“You mongrel,” you accuse with wide eyes and a hand on your heart as you work to steady your breathing. “Have you no respect for your future wife?”

“Ah, she admits it readily now? Progress.”

Your face twists as if someone has struck you. He chooses to ignore it and drops to sit sprawled out on the grass, beckoning unabashedly for you to join him on his lap. You won’t relent, he’s well aware, but he’ll have his desires known either way.

“Presumptuous,” you say. He'd die a happy man if you kissed him as many times as you called him that, but in lack of the former he’ll be content with the latter.

“Sit with me, my queen. I've missed you.”

“I am not yet your queen, Satoru,” you correct out of obligation. “You saw me an hour ago, we ate together.”

“Ah, but every moment apart is agony.” Satoru wonders if you know how serious he is beneath the breezy tone. From the way you wrinkle your nose, he doubts it.

“You have a meeting with your advisors now. You should not be out here.”

He pouts. “But you’re out here, and if I have to spend more time with those old fools than you today then I'll throw a tantrum tomorrow.”

You roll your eyes, let out a sigh that sounds long-suffering, but you shift your skirts and ease yourself down to sit gracefully before him with your legs tucked next to you. His threats aren’t empty and you know it.

“Fine.” You look down, as if inspecting the grass, spreading fingers along the blades as you begin to pluck wildflowers. Then you pause and glance up at him. “Remove those… oh, whatever they are. Let me see your eyes unhindered, at least.”

“Anything for my darling bride,” he coos at you, immediately doing as asked. He’d have done so anyway, if only to watch you lose yourself in staring when he reveals his eyes, catching yourself once he blinks and snapping your head back to the ground to busy yourself once more with plucking your blooms.

“How do you see a thing through those,” you grumble lowly, certainly just to break yourself from being flustered. It works too well; Satoru immediately jumps on the chance you’ve given him.

“Would you like to try them?” he asks, but doesn’t wait for a response, mind already conjuring an image of you draped in every golden chain and precious stone gracing his chambers.

He removes them from his face, pulling the chain from around his neck, and swiftly transfers them to yours before you can refuse—tilts your head up to look at him and tugs your hair out of the way with deft fingers, eases the gilded extremities onto your ears and lets the pads of his digits linger on either side of your head before pulling away. Pausing in your work and tilting your head back down to peer at him over the top of the frames, you blink at him owlishly from behind the glass, unused to staring through it. Precious, he thinks, and wishes briefly to kiss you—but he has to be smart about kissing you, calculating. Too much attention too fast and you have a tendency to pull away from him like the ebbing tide. It's agony for him, wanting nothing more than to hold you as much as he wishes, but as much as he wants there’s very little he hates more than when you tense under his touch and turn away from him.

“They suit you better,” he tells you, because they do. You look good adorned with jewelry of his design. “You oughtn’t wear them in public, though, or all the courtiers will be scrambling to get themselves a pair. Just for me, I suppose.”

Your nose wrinkles at the mention of your newfound influence, eyes darting to the side and lower lip pouting, an expression that makes him cast aside all his convoluted schemes to ease you into his affections. He leans down to peck at your lips, kiss away the pout, gone before you can complain. It’s fast enough that you don’t immediately recoil and give him a lecture on decorum, or perhaps you’re simply getting more used to it.

Satoru’s attention doesn’t stray as you return to your work. You’ve gravitated towards flowers with long stems, he realizes; collected them in a pile on your skirts, which you seem to have deemed large enough as you pick a notably long one up and begin to string them together in a chain. You don’t bother removing his glasses either, simply allowing them to slide down to the end of your nose. The golden chain clinks softly with every movement of your head.

He wonders when you learned to make them. You’ve always been so careful about the skills you acquire, but he thinks perhaps your mother might have taught you. Or his aunt, for how much she loves flowers, and for how much of her time as queen (he’s been told anyway) was spent doing such frivolous things as making daisy chains in the gardens. You’re so very meticulous with your actions, every choice carefully constructed. He knows you’ve been doing that less and less around him—perhaps it’s finally sinking in that he cares very little about your actions, that he finds everything you do to be enthralling. More likely you’ve exhausted yourself trying. You’ve certainly exhausted yourself attempting to rein him in, though he’d like to believe you’re beginning to allow yourself to enjoy his antics.

Posterity, he thinks, will paint him as you do—bold, brash, uncaring of tradition, unapologetic in pursuit of a woman far beneath his status. There are a great many reasons you hesitate to marry him, he doesn’t blame you for your doubt. Certainly when he was younger he’d never imagined himself the type of man you’d end up betrothed to; he couldn’t count on his fingers the number of more suitable matches for the both of you in the eyes of society, but whereas in his youth he might silence himself and go along with the whims of his advisors he’s lost all sense of decency now. His close call with death and the coup he’d spent years preparing for had rid him of any desire to compromise, and he stands now in a position where he can certainly refuse the very people who once held sway over him. And you appreciate all of that, he knows it. It’s one of the reasons he adores you so; beneath your veneer of decorum lies not a lady but a queen with desires all too different from those you’ve been forced to portray. He’s always known this, and to an extent he can’t find it within himself to regret the events that have led him to where he is today because if they hadn’t transpired he wouldn’t have you.

Satoru remembers a time in his youth when his mother made a passing mention that she enjoyed a certain hairstyle on young girls—two long braids, tied with ribbons. For months afterward all the upcoming court ladies wore it diligently, yourself included. He found it painful to see on you until he discovered that they made a lovely way to pull your nose from a book and fix your attention onto him, and that he could tug on the ribbons at the ends until they unfurled and he could pocket them to return later by tying them around the necks of one of his hunting dogs and sending it after you.

(If he were the kind of man you’d marry without hesitation he’d feel remorse for his childhood actions. Instead he’s the man you will marry, and he plots how to steal one of your hair ribbons again and return it in the same way. For memory’s sake.)

“They say you’re inhuman, you know.” You’ve finished the flower chain. His eyes don’t stray from your fingers as they nimbly connect the two ends and tie them together with a final stem into a thick circlet. “They said it a lot that night. They said you were the Gods’ fury made mortal.”

He snickers. “How dramatic.”

You lift yourself up onto your thighs, shuffle towards him further and reach out, and he bows his head to let you place your creation upon it. Your hand trails down when you let go, drifting over his ear and along his jaw as he lifts his head from its bow to look at you. You certainly mean to pull it away but his hand beats you to it, darting up to keep your palm against his cheek as you settle back down on the backs of your heels.

“I know why they came to that conclusion,” you say. “You terrified me when I saw you.”

“Did you think me inhuman?”

You hum, eyes tracing along the band of flowers now gracing his forehead, falling to rest on his hand over yours. “No. Never. Monstrous, perhaps. Odious. But very human.”

“You wound me. I might die by your cruelty.”

“Die, then.”

Satoru makes a show of it just for you. Falling back to sprawl on the ground, he gags violently, stabbing at his own heart with an invisible knife and convulsing with his tongue hanging out until you shriek for him to stop, voice filled with giggles. He takes that as a cue to still, to fall limp as if truly dead with eyes fluttering shut��then beckons you closer.

“I need��” he rasps out, barely audible.

You indulge him and do so. “My king?”

“…iss…”

“What?”

“True love’s kiss,” he repeats louder, pursing his lips expectantly. He doesn’t truly think you’ll do it, and you don’t—you lean in like you will, but bypass his lips entirely and bite his cheek instead.

He yelps, just for you, just so you’ll feel accomplished. And so he can see your smile, hear the smugness in your voice as you say, “It’s a miracle, you’ve come back to life.”

But he doesn’t give you weakness for free. No, he snakes his arms around your waist before you can pull back, and uses the grip to all but pull you on top of his lap as he sits up. Perhaps it’s his lack of insistence on you giving him a kiss, or perhaps he’s simply started to break down your walls enough, but whichever it is you don’t protest. Instead you seem to find flaws in the flower crown you’ve gifted him. Your lips purse, hands coming up to fiddle with the blooms. He realizes that he can’t stand a single moment of your attention on anything other than him, even if your fingers are nearly tangled in his hair.

“If I return to court with a crown of flowers made by my lover still on my head, do you suppose they’ll think me less inhuman?”

Your face falls at the suggestion, eyes widening in mortification. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“It's far more comfortable than that heavy gold. And I happen to personally adore the artisan who made it, so—”

“I don't trust you anymore, take it off! You’ve lost the right!” You attempt to remove it, but he reacts with the very reflexes that make him so inhuman, uses that monstrous height to lift his head higher than you can reasonably reach, though it doesn’t stop you from trying.

“It'd be rude of me to refuse a gift, my queen.” Laughing, Satoru holds you back with ease, eager for the excuse to put his hands all over you while you’re too worked up to feel self-conscious.

“Not yet,” you wail. “Not your queen yet, you knave!”

“Mine either way, though,” he replies smugly with a playful tug to the chain you still wear. “Covered in my presents. It’s only fair that I get to display a token you’ve given me, no?”

“No, it is not. You’ve stolen all of my outerwear and replaced it with these, I've no other choice. But you will not return to your advisors displaying that—that childish trifle, I won't allow it, you will not expose to the court that I made such a thing for yo—oh!”

He tackles you to the ground, careful not to even knock the wind out of you, though he steals your breath the moment you’re safe in his arms by pulling you into a kiss to keep you from talking further. He’d intended it to be faster, but his nose crashes into the tinted spectacles still upon your face and he’s filled with such ardor that he can’t help but deepen it.

Your hand slides behind his head, threads through his hair. He feels you snap a single stem between your fingers. The crown comes apart just as he takes a moment to pull away, and the flowers fall to scatter in the grass beneath him, a halo around your head. There’s a little smile on your face, your chest huffs with quiet laughter, and your palm slides down to the base of his hair. You use that hold and your other hand, which has fisted his tunic, to yank him down and connect your lips again.

Above, a cloud passes. Satoru can feel the sun shine warm on his back, hear the wind in the budding trees, smell the bite of melting snow and the petals of your wildflowers, yet there’s nothing that could distract him from the feeling of your kiss. His eyes close, he pushes closer though he hardly needs to with the way you still tug on his shirt. His arm comes up to brace next to your head, just to make sure he’s holding his own weight rather than crushing you, and the other leaves your waist to trail down your thigh and grip beneath your knee, shifting your leg to hook around him. If your mouth weren’t occupied he thinks you’d be lecturing him for such an obscene display in a place where anyone could stumble upon you—so he does well to keep it occupied, refusing to part even as your grip on his tunic loosens and he’s forced to grab your newly freed hand to pin it to the ground with fingers intertwined.

It's the first time you’ve ever kissed him. He already plots how to push you into doing it again when he finally pulls away, eyes locked on your swollen lips.

[atxxzist]

Hello, thanks for your long answer! Btw I didn't think the first chapter of Blacklist was bad or anything (but I understand you might not be happy with it personally), I just wasn't sure if the stories would be my style. I don't always love bad boy stories, so I often drop them, especially if there's smut involved very early on and it makes no sense whatsoever.

I think Seonghwa was an asshole and a little bitch boy initially, but he did come across as genuine at times and in the end was still a flawed human with unresolved issues. I'm glad you gave us an open ending that was still hopeful. I think Y/N and Hwa have a future together, but it won't come easy and it shouldn't, because Y/N needs to trust him fully. The chemistry is there, they can communicate quite well, but Seonghwa needs to earn it. I love a slow burn and I love enemies to lovers, but unless the fic is long and detailed as hell I'm not gonna believe people who truly despised each other are suddenly lovey dovey! So your ending was just right imo. And the fact we had a time jump also makes it better, months have passed yet Seonghwa was still into Y/N and this time for the right reasons, and decided to come back and try again. This is a good sign. But I'm glad Y/N stood her ground. I think they may figure things out together eventually and I think Seonghwa deserves a chance after all, but he needs to put a lot of work into it.

And one more thing, I appreciate that Y/N had flaws as well, Seonghwa did call her out on her behaviour too. It's not like they were on the same level, lol because Hwa fucked up a few times, but I understand that Y/N's attitude was a bit upsetting as well.

no bc i completely understand 😭 i am the biggest anti-smut person ever and will look for any excuse in the world to not write it (and i kind of found one for blacklist lol) but all jokes aside, i am also not a very big fan of smut scenes where i cannot personally see the logic behind it. like what is the dynamic about the two at this point that they'll agree to such an act, y'know. bc the process can indeed be just very quick and dirty, but it is also a very intimate process that has a lot of power in taking the relationship to a new level. which is why i could not give it to seonghwa and y/n at the time or else yall would've gotten a very toxic smut scene (the first time in his car) 😭 which i am embarrassed to say, almost was gunna b the case.

more under the cut again dskdkjsajkdsjasd

but yes to everything you said. if i truly was to rlly develop their relationship fully to something that is more definite as opposed to the more open ending, it would've gone forever 😭 which was why i said at one point, i was afraid this series was gonna b longer than my last one (that is 100k words) but the potential for them is definitely there, tho it gets crazier the more i think about it bc of how different both their worlds are (even im not sure how his parents would feel about y/n) but we not gonna go there. we can just assume it goes well tho, bc my inspiration for hwa's character and the dynamic between him and y/n comes from f4 thailand's thyme and gorya 🥰 and they had a very happy ending.

also def, i tried to make y/n's flaws apparent (like her losing it with sumi and hongjoong and going to seonghwa out of spite) also the retelling of her past, since she was mostly known to just be self righteous and outspoken, but she is also not perfect <3

once again, ty anon, for taking the time to send me this message and share your thoughts, as well as to allow me to share mine 💕 u r not obligated to respond or reply to all of it. just know i appreciate it 🥰 and if there's a chance of u making future reappearances, feel free to give urself an emoji of your choice <3

[artofcereal]

heyo it's me again, how do you draw hair if that's ok to ask? im just rlly bad at that rn (btw drawing [or trying to draw] the way you draw has made my life So Much Easier, it's so nice? i been doing eyes like you do for sam and i'm so happy with it?? when i have some nice ones i'll post them)

thank you so much for asking!!! I just wanna preface this by saying that as a white artist who draws primarily white characters, my "hair tutorial" is going be severely limited to what I spend most of my time drawing. in gonna try and make this advice as general as possible, but please seek out artists of color for advice on drawing characters of color! I've found this tutorial by @misselaney really helpful (and way more in depth than this is going to be lol) for drawing black hair!

alright, so I'm going to use sam and dean for this because I've drawn them only about a thousand different times. (I outlined their head shapes in yellow just to give u a better idea of things)

I usually start by drawing the hairline (outlined in green). that's going to include wherever the part is, how much their hair is receding, sideburns, etc.

once u have the hairline, my personal style is to draw hair in chunks (outlined in red). obviously this is going to vary through different styles and hair textures, but I think it's a good starting place!

I also just wanna throw out there, that like with all "cartoonish" styles, a lot of this relies on exaggeration of character traits through physical traits. deans got that "bad boy" look, so his hair is going to be spiky and probably full of gel, whereas sam has the softer college boy look, so his hair is a little curlier. it's obvious to us on screen when we're watching the show, but unless you're going for realism, those traits can get lost unless they're exaggerated a little.

this goes for everything, but USE REFERENCE PHOTOS!!!!! and esp if you're just starting out, dont be afraid of tracing photos. I know that's a big taboo thing, but tracing is not inherently bad, the issue is people tracing other artists work and then posting and claiming it as their own, but no one is going to arrest you for tracing photos as a warm up exercise or to learn how to draw something new. (again! tracing is a starting place, and you dont want to completely rely on it, but dont be afraid of doing it at all)

I hope this helped! please remember, I am still learning, and the last art class I took was in 10th grade, so take everything I say with a grain of salt lol. but thank you for asking! I'm really happy my work and style has inspired you :))

[kyetalksshit]

GOOD EVENING!

Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve updated you, babes! 

(I feel like I flip flop between babes and loves lol. Which is better? Ah, what it does it matter. HELLO.) 

So ok it’s been a little while, that’s true, but I do have some updates! 

Firstly, WE’VE MOVED! And it’s still not ideal, and I’m still frustrated with some things, but like mostly it’s better than the last place. Like the woman of the house here, she’s very talkative and loud and it irritates me sometimes but she’s not a bitch like Loretta (the last woman). She’s got a kid but he’s mostly very quiet and when we do see him (he spends most of the time in his room playing) he’s really sweet. It doesn’t smell amazing/isn’t the cleanest because/but there are a mILLION KITTIES. IT’S SO GREAT. I mean it can be really annoying too and again, it’s not the BEST smelling place, but! THEY’RE SO CUTE. And after awhile you really don’t notice unless it’s bad. Plus we’re keeping our window open most of the time since the central AC/heating doesn’t make a huge difference in our room as it is, and we keep our door shut partly to keep the other kitties out, and so that Dany can hide in here when she wants to. I’ve been trying to get her to go out and explore more but she’s intimidated by all the kitties. I mean she’s definitely been making progress, and I’m teaching her that when she scratches on the door I’ll let her out (I know I know I worked so hard to get her to stop at the last place but this door is already scratched tf up and Dany wasn’t listening anyway ok I just got tired of snapping at her and she’s more likely to do that than to meow at me. I don’t know how to teach her to meow at the door if she wants out) and she mostly is ok with that. I shut the door behind her when she actually exits the rest of the way, like when there’s not another cat waiting for the door to open, bc then she gets scared. I’ve left her out in the hallway for short amounts of time by now, and she’s getting braver. Very veeeerryyyyy minimally, but braver. 

Also! I got to see Remi yesterday!!! She moved to Illinois back when I was still in Charlotte and I hadn’t seen her for like two years. I missed the shit out of her. Actually, it’s kind of funny because we were starting to hang out and talk a little more by the time she left but we still weren’t super close, like the most we talked was to talk shit about our shitty DM (also her ex and the “friend” who sexually assaulted me lol what a gREAT GUY) or rant about other shit, but like we’d still talk sometimes about other stuff. After she left, though, we started talking a little more? Lately we’ve been DMing on twitter every day. It may not be exactly every day, but I’m pretty sure that even on days where it’s been pretty quiet there’s been a message or two. So yeah lol the point is, we’re closer now than we were when she first left and I got to drive down to LA yesterday to go see her pretty early in the morning and I was SO EXCITED. I was a little stressed about gas but like I was not going to miss seeing her you know, and then she was rlly sweet and gave me a 20 for gas even though she isn’t working rn either and I just??? It was really nice and idk it made me a lil emotional but shh it’s ok. I wasn’t sure at first if she liked hugs, I couldn’t really remember and I don’t think I’d ever hugged her before, but I really wanted to hug her--but again, was a lil nervous bc I didn’t wanna make her feel weird, but then when we showed up she got excited and ran over to me and hugged me and idk I was v happy. I missed her a lot. We hung out and talked for two hours, and when I needed to move my car we just wound up parting ways because they had a lot of stuff to do. So we hugged again and talked about southern food and how she still says y’all and then we left and I was simultaneously v happy and v sad. We took a pic before we left, Remi, Con, and I. I wanted to be like “we should take a selfie too just the two of us” bc I like how my selfies turn out better and also idk it was the first time Con was meeting her but not me and idk, for some reason I just like... got nervous to ask for a selfie? I’m not sure why I’m like that, I feel like I LOVE taking selfies with people because it always feels like a “look at this person that I care about!!!” kind of thing but maybe because of that, I never wanna ask to take them, I just kind of hope that the other person asks? Maybe also stems from times where other people took selfies and I awkwardly stood to the side because they didn’t ask me to be in them. Wow I forget how awkward I can be in social situations. rip

Also another update, money situation is more stressful than before. Starbucks is still not transferring me, I’m hearing different reasons why from different people. Still convinced my old SM is trying to sabotage me like she has been for awhile because of me calling her out on her lies. I finally told her I was thinking of just quitting and applying as a re-hire and she was like !!! no!!! let me call one more time and give it one last shot!!! even though she had VERY CLEARLY given up and was like “idk man just call ur SM and have them figure it out bc idk what else to do” so I don’t know, hopefully she’ll do something about it this time. I got a v scary anxiety inducing phone call in which I was threatened with a cease and desist and shit because I haven’t been able to make payments on my car, and I explained the situation (without giving them an address bc tbqh idk where I’ll be living if I can’t start fucking working, and I have been filling out applications for places 45 minutes from me again because gdi I just need a fucking paycheck to sURVIVE ON) and they said I need to call as soon as I can with a specific date that I’ll be able to make a payment on. Unfortunately I ran out of phone service because I HAVEN’T BEEN MAKING MONEY so I’ll have to borrow con’s phone after hearing from my SM on monday. I’ll give them a date no matter what and just fIGURE SOMETHING OUT like I feel like even if it’s a 20 dollar payment or smth at least it’s SOMETHING you know? Ugh. Anyway. I don’t wanna think about this anymore, it’s just stressing me out. (Student loan payments are coming due too btw, so just added stress.) 

BUT! I’ve been writing like a mANIAC. I’ve been working in my second novel, East Of Madness, based around my D&D OC Alyx Driftwood, and what started as an AU version of my other D&D OC Ari Dawne but turned into her own character whose name is Zvea (I don’t have a last name atm). I’m over 24.5k words already. We aren’t even quite mid November. I’M HALFWAY DONE WITH THE 50K WORD COUNT. Granted, I had like a 5k word head start bUT STILL. 

Actually, remi’s part of the reason I got into such a writing streak in the first place, with all the writing talk we’d been doing. We were talking a LOT about d&d characters and somewhere along the line I just got iNSPIRED. 

ANYWAY I’M EXCITED ABOUT SHIT. 

ALSO I’VE BEEN FALLING ASLEEP AROUND 11:30-12ISH AND WAKING UP AROUND 7:30-8ISH AND I’M !!! IT’S SO PRODUCTIVE and ive gotten myself addicted to caffeine again making coffee every single morning AND I’M WRITING SO MUCH. 

Anyway. 

DAS IT FOR NOW. 

LUH U GUYS <3