#my style is so different all i did was use a different brush 😭

[amethystarachnid]

Hii! I read your "Christmas morning with Tony" and I think its so cute and funny... I appreciate the time and effort you put into writing for us. I admire your writing style. I'm a huge fan of Tony Stark.😁 Your povs are so great and heart touching.🧡 I'm new so I don't know if you accept requests but can I request for something? No force. You can only make it if you want to... If you can, please make a oneshot of Tony x Fem reader (with age gap) married couple with a cute little toddler daughter and a baby boy, a lovely family. Tony's sass and Y/N's softness. (And how Y/N feels like she is raising 3 kids including Tony) How they deal with Tony's fame and protect the kids. How Y/N feels about all of this. Some slight flirtation, fluff and fun. I'll be so happy if you can make this or if you've already made something like this, can you please suggest that? Sorry for boring you with my long text 😭 I don't even know if you'll reply but it'd be so cool if you did omg... Kudos bestie!

XOXO ❤️

PAPARAZZI

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: fluff, romance

ᯓ★ Word count: 6.6k

ᯓ★ Summary: when you married Tony stark you knew you were leaving your privacy behind, but your kids? oh that' s a whole different story, and Tony will make sure the press knows that

ᯓ★ TW(s): little spicy scenes at the end, nothing too explicit

ᯓ★ omg i was so sure I had posted this story like a few days ago, now I open up my draft and see that it's still here? and there's another story too? omg I'm so sorry for the delay

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The sound of tiny feet racing down the hallway pulls you from sleep before the baby monitor even has a chance to crackle. You blink against the soft light filtering through the curtains, trying to shake off the lingering haze of exhaustion. It’s too early—your body knows it, but the Stark household rarely lets you sleep in past sunrise these days.

“Mommy!” Luna’s voice echoes outside the door, high-pitched and insistent.

You nudge Tony, whose warm weight is sprawled beside you. “Your turn,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep.

“Mm-mm,” he grunts, burrowing deeper into the pillow. “I did the midnight shift.”

“That was my shift,” you remind him, though there’s no heat in your voice.

Before he can argue, the door creaks open, and Luna’s curly head pops into view. She’s clutching her stuffed bunny, her chubby cheeks flushed from sleep. “Mommy! Daddy! I awake!”

Tony groans, but he’s already rolling onto his back, cracking one eye open. “Morning, boss,” he greets her, his voice gravelly but amused.

Luna wastes no time climbing onto the bed. She doesn’t crawl to your side, though—her target is clear. She clambers onto Tony’s chest with a determination only a toddler can muster, settling there like she’s claimed her throne.

“Hi, Daddy,” she chirps, grinning down at him.

“Hi, baby girl,” he says, wrapping his hands loosely around her waist to keep her steady. “What’s up?”

She thrusts a crumpled piece of paper at him, one of her many drawings. “S’you!”

Tony takes the paper, squinting at the chaotic mix of lines and colors. “Me? No way. This is way too good to be me.”

“Daddy!” Luna giggles, but the moment of happiness flickers when a faint cry comes through the baby monitor on Tony’s nightstand.

Howard.

You sit up, ready to move, but Luna’s face twists into an immediate pout. “Noooo,” she whines, grabbing Tony’s arm with surprising strength for someone her size. “Daddy stay!”

“Luna,” you say gently, reaching out to brush her curls back from her forehead, “Howard’s awake. He needs Mommy and Daddy too.”

“Nooo!” she insists, eyes welling up with tears as she clings tighter to Tony. “No baby! Daddy stay here!”

Tony shifts her so he can sit up properly, cradling her against his chest as she buries her face in his shirt. His free hand rubs her back, his voice soft but firm. “Hey, hey, none of that. Howard’s not going anywhere. You’re still my number one, okay?”

“Promise?” Her voice is muffled against him.

“Promise,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “But you gotta share me a little, Luna Bean. Teamwork, remember?”

She sniffles, her little body still tense, but she doesn’t argue further.

You glance at Tony, mouthing, I’ll get him, but he shakes his head. “Nah, I got it. You stay here with the queen of the universe.”

“Queen Luna,” you say with a smile, and she peeks out from Tony’s shirt, her pout shifting to the tiniest of grins.

Tony shifts her onto the bed beside you, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips before he heads toward the nursery. Luna watches him go, her expression still wary.

You wrap an arm around her, pulling her close. “What do you think, Luna? Should we make Daddy some coffee while he gets Howard?”

She considers this, then nods. “I help.”

“Of course you do,” you say, tickling her side until she giggles.

Together, you head to the kitchen, Luna’s hand tightly clutching yours.

By the time Tony comes downstairs, Howard in his arms, Luna is standing on her step stool at the counter, proudly stirring a bowl of oatmeal. “Daddy!” she shouts when she sees him, immediately abandoning her spoon to reach for him.

“Hey, Luna Bean,” Tony says, walking over with a grin. He juggles Howard expertly as Luna throws her arms around his legs. “What’s going on in here?”

“I cook!” she announces, pointing to the oatmeal like it’s a Michelin-starred masterpiece.

“You’re amazing,” he tells her, and she practically glows under his praise.

Howard squirms in his arms, letting out a little coo, and Luna’s face falls slightly. She tugs on Tony’s pant leg again. “Daddy, me up!”

Tony glances at you, then back at Luna. “Sweetheart, I’m holding Howard right now. But maybe after breakfast—”

“No! Me!” Her lower lip juts out, and you can see the storm coming before it hits.

“Luna,” you say, crouching down beside her, “Daddy can’t hold both of you at the same time. But maybe you can sit next to him while he feeds Howard, huh? You can be his helper.”

She scowls at first, but the word “helper” seems to sway her. “Helper?”

“Big helper,” Tony agrees, setting Howard into his high chair before crouching down to scoop Luna into his arms. “You can be in charge of making sure your little brother doesn’t make a huge mess. Think you’re up for it?”

She nods solemnly, her little face serious as Tony carries her to the table.

Breakfast is its usual chaotic blur. Howard smears oatmeal on his cheeks more than he eats it, Luna spends most of her time “helping” by narrating Howard’s every move, and Tony is caught somewhere between managing both kids and stealing sips of coffee whenever he can.

“Look, Mommy!” Luna calls out at one point, holding up a spoonful of oatmeal that she’s managed to guide toward Howard’s mouth. Most of it dribbles down his bib, but her excitement is infectious.

“You’re such a good big sister,” you tell her, and she beams.

Tony meets your eyes across the table, and you share a smile. It’s exhausting, yes, but these little moments��messy, loud, and chaotic—are what make it all worth it.

For now, Luna seems happy enough, basking in the attention from both of you. But you know the balancing act is far from over.

The idea of going to the park electrifies Luna, who hasn’t stopped chanting “big slide!” from the second she decided on the plan. You’re impressed by her enthusiasm but a little less thrilled by the sheer logistics of getting two kids—and one Tony Stark—out the door in one piece.

“Alright, Bean, grab your shoes,” Tony says as he crouches to tie his sneakers. Luna runs off, only to return moments later with two mismatched shoes in her hands—a sparkly sandal and a rain boot.

You stifle a laugh. “Sweetheart, those don’t match.”

“Is fashion,” Luna insists, holding them out proudly.

Tony leans down to her level, nodding solemnly. “You’re absolutely right. Who am I to argue with haute couture?” He takes the mismatched shoes and looks over his shoulder at you. “You heard the boss. Let’s roll with it.”

“She’s going to look like she dressed herself,” you tease, handing him the diaper bag as you grab Howard from his bassinet.

“She did dress herself,” Tony shoots back, tossing Luna’s bunny into the stroller. “Besides, we’ll make it work. Howard here won’t rat us out.”

Howard, nestled in your arms, lets out a little hiccup, blinking up at you with big eyes that seem to say, You’re doomed, Mom.

The park itself is only a ten-minute drive, but Tony takes longer than usual to circle the area. You know exactly why. His eyes are constantly scanning the streets for cameras or sketchy parked cars.

“Still clear,” he says finally, pulling into the parking lot.

“Relax, Tony,” you murmur. “We’ve been here a million times without any trouble.”

“Yeah, and all it takes is one overpaid idiot with a zoom lens,” he mutters, shutting off the car.

Luna, oblivious to the ongoing Stark-level security measures, kicks her feet excitedly in her car seat. “Go play! Go play!”

Tony hops out and unbuckles her first, letting her bounce to the ground with all the energy of someone who hasn’t had their soul drained by a toddler tantrum at 6 a.m.

“Alright, Bean, ground rules: you stay where Mommy and I can see you, and no wandering off to join a rogue pack of preschoolers, okay?”

“‘Kay!” Luna shouts before taking off toward the jungle gym, leaving Tony standing there with his hands on his hips.

You smirk. “She definitely got her listening skills from you.”

Tony looks at you, feigning offense. “I listen! I’m fantastic at listening. Just ask… anyone but you.”

“Sure you are,” you tease, wheeling Howard’s stroller closer to the bench nearest the playground.

Luna climbs the jungle gym with the fearless determination of a child who doesn’t yet understand the concept of gravity. She zooms down the big slide with wild abandon, screaming, “Daddy, watch!” every single time, as though he hasn’t been staring at her like she’s the most fascinating thing in the universe.

Tony, of course, eats it up. “That’s my girl! Ten out of ten, Bean! Gold medal for sliding!”

You sit nearby with Howard in your lap, who’s happily gnawing on his teething toy. The sight of Tony sprinting to catch Luna at the bottom of the slide—only for her to scramble back up and do it again—makes your chest ache in the best way.

Watching him as a dad is both endearing and exhausting. He’s fully in it, down to the goofy voices and over-the-top reactions, but sometimes it’s like raising a third child. Case in point: the way he almost topples into the sandbox trying to show Luna how to build a “Stark-grade” sandcastle.

“Careful, Tony,” you call, adjusting Howard’s sun hat. “If you break something, I’m not driving you to the ER.”

He glances over his shoulder with a grin. “You kidding? My castle-building technique is flawless.”

After about an hour, Luna runs up to you, her curls wild and cheeks flushed. “Mommy, hungry!”

You smile, brushing some sand off her shirt. “Okay, what do you want? We can eat at home—”

“McD’nald’s!” she interrupts, her eyes lighting up.

Tony perks up immediately. “McDonald’s, huh? The kid’s got taste. Can’t argue with a Happy Meal.”

You give him a look. “You’re going to use her as an excuse to eat fries, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely,” he says, already folding up the stroller.

The McDonald’s trip is pure chaos, as expected. You pull into the parking lot, and Tony insists on ordering at the counter instead of using the drive-thru.

“It’s the full experience,” he says, hoisting Luna onto his hip.

“Or it’s an unnecessary production,” you counter, adjusting Howard in his carrier.

Inside, Luna presses her nose against the glass of the Happy Meal display, pointing at the toys. “That one! I want dat one!”

“Luna, it’s random,” you explain patiently. “They give you whatever toy they have.”

“No, dat one!”

Tony leans down conspiratorially. “Here’s the deal, Bean: if they don’t give you the one you want, we’ll just buy the whole set. Problem solved.”

You gape at him. “Tony.”

“What? She’s three. Let her dream big,” he says with a shrug.

You finally settle in a booth near the window, juggling trays of food, a Happy Meal, and a baby who’s decided he absolutely doesn’t want to stay in his carrier. Luna sits between you and Tony, gleefully dipping her nuggets into ketchup while you try to convince Howard that teething on a fry is not part of his diet.

“This,” Tony says, holding up his Big Mac, “is the pinnacle of American cuisine. Stark-approved.”

“Stop corrupting the children,” you say, stealing one of his fries.

“Too late,” he replies with a grin.

Of course, nothing stays peaceful for long. You notice it first—a flicker of movement outside the window. A guy with a camera, half-hidden behind a parked car.

“Tony,” you murmur, nudging his arm.

He follows your gaze, his jaw tightening when he spots the photographer. “Unbelievable,” he mutters.

“What’s wrong?” Luna asks, looking up from her nuggets.

“Nothing, Bean,” Tony says smoothly, pulling her closer to his side. “Just some grown-ups who don’t know how to mind their own business.”

“Should we leave?” you ask quietly, glancing at the stroller.

Tony shakes his head. “Nope. We’re not running because some idiot wants a payday. Let them snap their pictures. We’ll look fabulous.”

You sigh, but there’s no arguing with him when he’s like this.

Sure enough, more paparazzi show up within minutes, crowding outside the restaurant. You can hear the faint clicks of their cameras even through the glass.

Luna looks out the window, her brow furrowed. “What they doin’, Daddy?”

“They’re taking pictures, sweetheart,” you say gently.

“Why?”

Tony smirks. “Because they think your old man eating a Big Mac is front-page news.”

She frowns. “Dat’s silly.”

“Extremely,” Tony agrees, popping a fry into his mouth.

Despite the commotion outside, you manage to finish your meal, though you can’t help feeling a little on edge. You glance at Tony, who’s completely unbothered, making silly faces at Howard while Luna plays with her Happy Meal toy.

“You’re taking this remarkably well,” you say, folding up the wrappers.

He shrugs. “Let them have their fun. The world deserves to see me rocking dad mode. Besides, they’ll leave once they realize we’re not doing anything scandalous.”

“Define ‘scandalous,’” you mutter, eyeing the pile of ketchup-covered napkins Luna has somehow created.

Tony grins. “Relax, sweetheart. We’re good. I’ve got this.”

And as much as you want to roll your eyes at him, you can’t help but believe him—because if there’s one thing Tony Stark knows how to do, it’s handle the chaos of life with a smirk and a perfectly timed quip.

Even if it involves paparazzi documenting his three-year-old’s first Happy Meal.

The drive home from McDonald’s is a symphony of exhaustion and mild sugar highs. Luna, sitting in her car seat, is clutching her Happy Meal toy like it’s the most precious artifact in existence, while Howard is finally dozing off in his carrier, a little line of drool trailing down his chin.

“Mission accomplished,” Tony declares, steering the car with one hand while fiddling with the radio. “One kid happy, one kid asleep. I’m officially a superhero again.”

You shoot him a look, cradling Howard’s head to keep it from bobbing too much as the car bumps along. “Sure, Iron Dad. Tell that to Luna when she refuses to nap.”

At the mention of napping, Luna perks up immediately. “No nap!” she declares, her voice loud enough to make Howard stir.

Tony glances at her in the rearview mirror. “Whoa, Bean, keep it down. You’ll wake up your brother.”

“No nap!” she repeats, kicking her feet for emphasis.

You sigh, already anticipating the battle ahead. “Luna, everyone needs a little quiet time after a big day. Even Daddy.”

Tony raises an eyebrow at you. “Speak for yourself. I thrive on chaos.”

“Clearly,” you mutter, watching as Luna crosses her arms, her pout deepening.

When you get home, it’s a delicate operation to get both kids out of the car without waking Howard or setting Luna off on a full-blown tantrum. You manage to carry Howard inside, still asleep, while Tony coaxes Luna through the door with the promise of reading her favorite bedtime story—twice.

You head upstairs to settle Howard in his crib, marveling at how peaceful he looks when he’s asleep. It’s a stark contrast to the hurricane of teething pains and babbling that he usually is during the day.

By the time you come back downstairs, Tony’s on the couch, flipping through one of Luna’s storybooks while she sits cross-legged beside him, stubbornly refusing to lie down.

“Alright, Luna Bean,” he says, pretending to squint at the book like it’s the most complicated thing he’s ever read. “Once upon a time, there was a little bunny who—”

“No bunny!” Luna interrupts, pointing at the book. “Princess one!”

Tony lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Princess again? What about the bunny? The bunny’s got dreams too, you know.”

You can’t help but laugh as you join them, sitting on Luna’s other side. “Princess it is, Tony. You’ve been outvoted.”

It takes two princess stories, a glass of water, and a very firm “no” to her demand for a third book before Luna finally concedes to lying down in her toddler bed. You sit with her, rubbing her back softly as she murmurs something about her Happy Meal toy and the “big slide.”

Tony leans against the doorframe, watching you with a smile that softens the sharp edges of his usual sarcasm.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that look,” you whisper once Luna’s breathing evens out and you join him by the door.

“What look?” he whispers back, feigning innocence as you head down the stairs together.

“The one where you think you’re the luckiest man alive,” you tease, bumping your shoulder against his.

“Well, I am,” he says, not missing a beat.

Back in the living room, the house is finally quiet. Howard’s asleep upstairs, Luna’s out like a light, and the chaos of the morning has melted into the calm of the afternoon.

Tony collapses onto the couch with a groan, pulling you down beside him. “Finally. Alone time with my favorite person.”

“Aw, thanks,” you say, leaning into his side. “Though I’m not sure you’ve earned it after hyping Luna up all morning.”

“Hey, I was just fueling her creativity,” he says, draping an arm around your shoulders. “That’s good parenting, right?”

You laugh softly, resting your head against his chest. For a few blissful moments, it’s just the two of you—no demands, no tantrums, no distractions.

And then your phone buzzes.

The sharp vibration pulls you out of the moment, and you glance at the screen, frowning when you see the notification. Tony’s phone buzzes a second later, and he groans.

“Who’s bothering us now?” he mutters, grabbing his phone.

You open the notification, your heart sinking as you see the headline: “Starks Spotted at McDonald’s with Rare Family Sighting—First Photos of Their Kids!”

Your stomach twists as you click the link. Sure enough, there are the photos—taken through the window of the restaurant, clearly showing you, Tony, Luna, and even Howard in his carrier.

Tony’s jaw tightens beside you as he scrolls through the same article. “Unbelievable,” he mutters, his voice low and dangerous.

Your hand shakes as you set your phone down. “They weren’t supposed to—”

“I know,” Tony interrupts, his tone sharp. “I know, sweetheart. We were careful. Those bastards must’ve had some insane zoom lenses.”

You close your eyes, trying to steady your breathing. You and Tony had been so adamant about keeping the kids out of the public eye, wanting them to have as normal a childhood as possible. Now, their faces are plastered all over the internet for anyone to see.

“They’re just babies,” you whisper, your voice breaking.

Tony pulls you closer, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Hey, hey. We’ll handle this, okay? We always do.”

For a while, neither of you says anything. Tony’s hand never leaves your back, and you focus on the steady rhythm of his breathing to keep yourself grounded.

Finally, he breaks the silence. “I’ll call the lawyers in the morning. Get those pictures taken down. I’ll throw every cent I have at it if I have to.”

You nod, though you know it’s not that simple. The photos are already out there, circulating on social media and gossip sites.

“Do you think they’ll ever have privacy?” you ask quietly, looking up at him.

Tony’s face softens, his usual bravado giving way to something raw and vulnerable. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure they do,” he says. “They didn’t ask for this. They deserve to just be kids.”

The rest of the evening passes in a haze. You and Tony go through the motions—dinner, tidying up, checking on the kids—while the weight of the situation hangs heavy in the air.

Later, as you lie in bed together, Tony wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. “We’ll figure this out,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple.

You nod, burying your face in his chest. Despite the whirlwind of emotions, there’s a small comfort in knowing that whatever happens, you’ll face it together.

The next morning, the house feels emptier without Tony’s usual presence.

It’s not that he’s never at work—he still runs a billion-dollar company, after all—but ever since Luna was born, Tony’s made it a point to work from home as often as possible. He has an entire high-tech office two floors below, but more often than not, he sets up camp at the kitchen counter or sprawls out on the living room floor with his laptop, Howard napping beside him and Luna sticking stickers on his arms.

Today, though, he had an in-person meeting that “absolutely required his presence,” which you both knew was business-speak for some rich guy wants to see Tony Stark in the flesh to feel important.

So here you are, juggling Luna’s boundless energy and Howard’s never-ending need for attention, all while attempting to get at least a little work done.

Luna sits on the floor next to the couch, meticulously lining up her stuffed animals in some kind of toddler government meeting. “Bunny sit here,” she mumbles to herself. “Bear go there.”

Howard, meanwhile, is in his bouncer, happily gurgling as he kicks his feet.

You take a sip of coffee and glance at your laptop screen. Emails. Reports. A reminder that you still have to reschedule a meeting from last week. All things you should be focusing on, but it’s hard when your three-year-old is currently reprimanding a stuffed giraffe for not listening.

“Luna, sweetheart, do you want to watch something while Mommy works?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

She gasps dramatically. “Movie!”

“Okay, okay. But something calm,” you warn.

You put on a gentle animated movie, the kind with soft colors and soothing music, hoping it’ll buy you some time. It works for a little while—Luna is curled up with her bunny, and Howard is kicking happily—but then, just as you’re about to type out an important email, the TV screen suddenly changes.

You blink. That’s not the movie. That’s… a live news broadcast.

And right in the middle of the screen is Tony.

At first, you think it’s a business-related conference, maybe something about Stark Industries’ latest project. But the second you see his expression—hard, angry, and completely pissed off—you know this isn’t about work.

He’s standing at a podium, his signature sunglasses pushed up onto his head, one hand gripping the edge of the lectern like he’s physically restraining himself from flipping the whole thing over. Cameras are flashing wildly, reporters jostling for position, but Tony’s voice cuts through the chaos as he speaks.

“Good morning, everyone. I hope you all had your coffee and enjoyed whatever invasive gossip you got paid to publish today.”

Your mouth falls open.

Luna, meanwhile, claps. “Daddy on TV!”

Howard, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, lets out a happy gurgle.

Tony continues, his voice firm. “I wasn’t planning on standing here today, but since some of you have absolutely no boundaries, I figured it was time for a little heart-to-heart. Or, as I like to call it, a public shaming.”

The reporters stir, their murmurs audible even through the broadcast.

“I get it,” Tony says, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m Tony Stark. I’ve done some questionable shit. You’ve followed me through every headline-worthy disaster, and I’ve played along. But my kids? My wife? That’s where I draw the line.”

You stare at the screen, your heart pounding. He didn’t tell you he was going to do this.

“I didn’t ask to have my daughter’s face plastered all over the internet because some idiot with a camera thought a trip to McDonald’s was breaking news,” Tony continues, his voice sharp with barely controlled anger. “She’s three years old. She doesn’t even know what privacy is yet, and now thanks to you, she has less of it than most adults.”

The camera pans to the crowd of reporters, some shifting uncomfortably under his glare.

“I’ve spent decades dealing with the press. I know how this game works. But let me make something very clear—my kids are off-limits. They’re not public figures. They didn’t sign up for this. And if I catch anyone else pulling that same stunt again, I will find out who you are, and I will make sure you regret it. Legally. Or financially. Or, I don’t know, maybe I’ll get creative.”

You can practically hear Pepper groaning somewhere in the distance.

The murmurs among the reporters grow louder, but Tony isn’t done. He leans in slightly, his expression dark. “I am not above buying out entire media companies just to fire the people responsible.”

You choke on your coffee.

Luna laughs. “Daddy funny.”

Tony exhales sharply, straightening. “So, here’s the deal. Leave my family alone. Act like human beings. And maybe, just maybe, we can all move on with our lives.”

With that, he steps back, yanks off the microphone, and walks away from the podium, ignoring the shouted questions and flashing cameras.

The news anchors are stunned into silence for a moment before they start analyzing everything he just said, but you don’t hear any of it.

Because all you can do is stare at the screen, your heart full and your hands shaking.

By the time Tony gets home, you’re already waiting for him at the front door.

He doesn’t even get a chance to say anything before you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a fierce hug.

“Whoa, okay,” he mutters, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Did I miss something? Did Luna start speaking fluent French while I was gone?”

You pull back just enough to look at him, your eyes shining. “You did that for us.”

Tony blinks. “Uh, yeah? Of course I did.”

You shake your head, overwhelmed. “You didn’t even tell me.”

“Well, I figured if I did, you’d tell me to calm down and ‘handle it diplomatically’ or whatever.” He smirks, but it softens as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I meant every word, sweetheart. They don’t get to do this to our kids.”

Your throat tightens as you cup his face. “Thank you.”

He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours. “Always.”

A loud thump interrupts the moment, followed by Luna’s voice from the living room. “Daddy home?!”

Tony grins, pulling away and turning toward the noise. “That’s my cue.”

As soon as Luna spots him, she launches herself at him, and he catches her with ease, spinning her in the air.

“Didja see me on TV, Bean?” he asks, grinning.

“Yeah! You say bad words!”

Tony gasps dramatically. “I absolutely did not. Those were strongly worded suggestions.”

Luna giggles, and you laugh, watching them with your heart full.

Howard, still in his bouncer, lets out a sleepy coo, and Tony turns toward him with a smirk. “Don’t worry, little man. Daddy defended your honor too.”

You shake your head fondly. “So what happens now?”

Tony sighs, bouncing Luna on his hip. “Now? The lawyers do their thing, the press goes nuts for a few days, and then some other scandal distracts them.”

You nod, still holding onto him. “And us?”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We do what we always do—take care of our little circus. Together.”

And just like that, despite everything, the world feels a little more right again.

The house is finally quiet.

It took two bedtime stories, a glass of water, a very dramatic protest from Luna about how she wasn’t tired (even though she was literally falling asleep mid-sentence), and Howard fighting sleep like it was his mortal enemy, but at last—at last—both kids are down.

And that means you finally get a moment to yourselves.

It had been too long since you and Tony had time for just you two, without interruptions or exhaustion taking over the second your heads hit the pillow. So when Tony pulled you into him the second you closed the door to your bedroom, his hands warm and greedy against your waist, it didn’t take much for things to escalate.

It wasn’t just need—it was relief. Relief that despite everything, despite the chaos of the last twenty-four hours, you still had this. You still had him. And he still had you.

Now, you’re both sprawled across the bed, tangled in each other, skin warm and flushed, your bodies still humming from the aftershocks of finally having time to reconnect.

Tony lies back against the pillows, shirtless, only wearing his pajama pants. His arm is draped behind his head, and his other hand lazily trails over your back as you sit up, reaching for the silk pajama set you’d left on the edge of the bed.

“You know, you don’t have to put that on,” Tony murmurs, voice heavy with sleep and satisfaction.

You scoff, slipping the silk top over your arms. “I do, actually. Because unlike someone, I remember that we have a very curious three-year-old who has no concept of knocking.”

Tony groans dramatically, running a hand over his face. “Right. Luna the Unstoppable.”

You laugh softly, buttoning up the top before pulling on the matching shorts. “Exactly. And I’d rather not traumatize her for life, thank you very much.”

Tony watches you with lazy admiration, his eyes trailing over your figure. Even after all these years, the way he looks at you still makes your skin feel warm.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he murmurs.

You roll your eyes fondly but can’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips. “You’re just saying that because we just had sex.”

Tony smirks, reaching for your wrist and pulling you back onto the bed beside him. “Nah, I say that all the time. You’re the one who only believes me when you’re half-naked.”

You swat his chest playfully, but before you can say anything else, his phone buzzes. Then again. Then again.

Tony groans, rolling over to grab it from the nightstand. “Ugh. If this is some corporate nonsense, I’m quitting my own company.”

But when he unlocks the screen, both of you freeze.

Because his phone is absolutely blowing up.

Notifications flood the screen—texts, missed calls, Twitter mentions, news alerts, emails. Your own phone, still on the dresser, starts buzzing too.

“What the hell…” Tony mutters, sitting up.

You grab your own phone and check the notifications. The first thing you see is a trending topic:

#TonyStarkWasRight

Your breath catches as you click on it, scrolling through the tweets.

“For once, I actually agree with Tony Stark. Paparazzi need to leave celebrity kids alone. Period.”

“Tony Stark threatening to buy entire media companies just to fire people?? Iconic behavior. A legend.”

“This shouldn’t even be up for debate. Kids deserve privacy. No matter who their parents are. #TonyStarkWasRight”

Your mouth falls open as you keep scrolling. It’s not just regular people supporting him—celebrities, influencers, and even massive companies are weighing in.

One post from a major media company stands out:

“Following recent events, we will be revising our policies on publishing unauthorized photos of celebrity children. Privacy matters. #RespectBoundaries”

You turn to Tony, eyes wide. “Tony… people agree with you.”

He blinks, still processing as he scrolls through his own feed. “Huh.”

“Huh?” you echo. “That’s all you have to say?”

Tony smirks, throwing his phone onto the bed and stretching lazily. “I mean, of course they agree with me. I’m always right.”

You swat his arm. “Tony, I’m serious! I thought this would be a mess—like, lawsuits and debates and public backlash—but people are actually supporting us.”

He chuckles, pulling you closer until you’re curled up against his side. “Sweetheart, I’ve been a PR nightmare since the ‘90s. People are just used to me stirring up trouble. The difference is, this time, I was actually right.”

You shake your head in disbelief, still scrolling through the endless support pouring in online. “I can’t believe it. Even big companies are changing their policies. You—Tony Stark—actually made people rethink media ethics.”

Tony grins smugly. “I am pretty influential.”

You snort. “Oh, please.”

But beneath the usual Stark-level ego, you can tell he’s genuinely touched. You know he didn’t do this for clout—he did it for Luna. For Howard. For you. And seeing the world actually agree with him, rather than fight back or twist his words, means more than he’ll admit.

Tony presses a kiss to your temple, his voice softer now. “I told you, sweetheart. I’ll always protect my family. No matter what.”

You nuzzle into his chest, your fingers tracing idle patterns against his skin. “I know.”

For a while, neither of you say anything, just lying there in the quiet glow of your phones still lighting up with notifications.

Then Tony sighs dramatically. “You know what this means, right?”

You glance up at him. “What?”

He smirks. “Now I definitely have to buy a media company. Just to prove a point.”

You groan, laughing as you swat his arm again. “Tony, no.”

“Tony, yes.”

“Tony, we have two kids to raise.”

“Even more reason! I need to make sure their first headlines are, like, ‘genius billionaire heir builds rocket before kindergarten’, not ‘celebrity baby caught eating crayons.’”

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you love me.”

You sigh dramatically, snuggling into him. “Unfortunately.”

He grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Lucky me.”

Tony stretches beneath you, arms lazily folding behind his head, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. His bare chest is still warm from your body, his muscles relaxed, but there’s an undeniable glint in his eyes—the kind of look that tells you he’s not done with you yet.

“Well, well, well,” he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement. “Looks like I still got it.”

You scoff, propping yourself up on his chest, your fingers tracing over his arc reactor. “That’s what you’re focusing on right now?”

“Uh, yeah?” Tony gestures at himself. “Did you see that performance? That was vintage Stark—no enhancements, no extra tech, just pure skill.”

You roll your eyes, trying to bite back a laugh. “Oh my God, you’re ridiculous.”

“And yet,” he murmurs, flipping you onto your back with ease, hovering over you now, “you love it.”

Your breath hitches as he leans down, his mouth trailing teasingly along your jaw. His hands slide down your sides, slow, deliberate, and you know exactly where this is going.

“Tony,” you whisper, already feeling the heat rise between you again.

He grins against your skin, his voice low and full of mischief. “Round two?”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head, but you’re already pulling him closer. “You are insatiable.”

“Hey, I’ve got a reputation to maintain,” he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe.

You sigh, sinking into him, ready to lose yourself in him all over again—

—and then, of course, because your life is chaos, Howard wails.

Tony freezes above you, his face scrunching up in frustration. “Oh, come on!”

You groan, dropping your head back against the pillows. “Your son needs you, Mr. ‘Still Got It.’”

Tony sighs dramatically, rolling off of you and throwing an arm over his face. “Unbelievable. Betrayed by my own offspring.”

You swat at his chest, already reaching for your silk robe. “He’s six months old, Tony. He doesn’t know he just ruined your big moment.”

Tony mutters something under his breath about babies having “terrible timing,” but he sits up, running a hand through his messy hair as you go to settle Howard.

It doesn’t take long—he just needed a bottle and a little comforting. Within minutes, he’s calm again, safely back in his crib, tiny fists curling against his chest.

You tiptoe back into your room, shaking your head as you see Tony sprawled out dramatically on the bed, looking like a man who has suffered the greatest injustice.

“Really?” you tease, slipping under the sheets beside him. “You’re pouting?”

Tony huffs. “I was in the zone. I was about to give you the full experience.”

You laugh softly, nuzzling into him. “We live with a toddler and a baby, Tony. This is the full experience.”

He sighs, rubbing his face. “God, we’re never gonna be alone again, are we?”

You shake your head. “Not for, like… another eighteen years.”

Tony groans. “Fantastic.”

But despite his words, he still rolls over and pulls you against him, pressing his lips to your shoulder, his hands already wandering again.

You close your eyes, smiling, sinking into the warmth of him—

—and then the bedroom door creaks open.

Both of you go completely still.

A tiny sniffle breaks the silence.

“Mommy?”

You and Tony exchange a look.

Luna stands in the doorway, clutching her bunny, her little face scrunched up in distress.

You sit up immediately, pulling the covers up higher, your heart already melting at the sight of her. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

She sniffles again, rubbing her eyes. “Bad d’weam.”

Tony groans quietly beside you, muttering, “You have got to be kidding me.”

Luna takes a few slow steps toward the bed, her bottom lip wobbling. “Can sleep wif you?”

You’re about to say yes—because of course you are—but Tony lets out an exaggerated sigh, throwing his head back against the pillows.

“Luna, baby, listen,” he says, rubbing his temples. “You’re three now. You’re a big girl. Don’t you wanna sleep in your own room like a big kid?”

Luna frowns, considering it for about two seconds before she shakes her head. “Nope.”

Tony groans. “Figures.”

You bite back a laugh, watching him struggle. He wants to say no—he should say no—but you already know he’s not going to.

And sure enough, the second Luna takes another sniffly step closer, looking tiny in the dim glow of the nightlight, Tony’s whole demeanor softens.

“Oh, come here, you little con artist,” he mutters, sitting up and holding his arms out.

Luna immediately scrambles onto the bed, crawling straight into his lap and curling up against his chest.

You smile as Tony sighs dramatically, running a hand through her messy curls. “This is ridiculous,” he grumbles. “I used to be Iron Man. Now I’m a glorified stuffed animal.”

Luna lets out a sleepy giggle, nuzzling into him. “You soft, Daddy.”

Tony blinks, mouth opening and closing. “I—what? No! I am not soft.”

You smirk, settling back into the pillows. “Oh, you so are.”

He glares at you, but there’s no real heat behind it.

Luna yawns, already dozing off in his arms, and Tony lets out another resigned sigh. “This kid’s got me wrapped around her tiny little fingers,” he mutters.

You smile, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “She loves you.”

He exhales, his features softening as he looks down at the little girl nestled into his chest. “Yeah,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her curls. “I love her too.”

Luna shifts slightly, her tiny hands gripping Tony’s shirt as she sighs in her sleep.

You watch them for a moment, warmth spreading through your chest.

Tony catches you staring and raises an eyebrow. “What?”

You shake your head, smiling. “Nothing. Just… I love you.”

He smirks, shifting so that Luna is curled between the two of you. “Yeah, yeah. I still got it, huh?”

You roll your eyes, laughing softly. “Go to sleep, Tony.”

He grins, tucking Luna in a little closer.

And despite his earlier complaints, despite the interruptions, despite the lack of alone time—

You’ve never seen him happier.

maybe a part 2 with them trying for another kid and make it rom-com like the end of this part?

[iyagato]

aziracrow as david tennant kiss from richard ii

[dinogoofymutated]

Okay, since requests are open, I wanted to ask for something, especially after seeing that you are comfortable with most male characters.

I present:

Scott Summers x fem!reader who's just a little too rebelious and annoying for his taste but he still can't help but love her? Like, enemies to lovers kind of style?

If you want to do a oneshot or headcanons is up to you, I'm just starving for Scott content.

Don't know, if you wanna do is, especially since he's not everyone's cup of tea, but I thought "hey, give it a try, maybe she wants to try someting different" so here I go

Anyway, love your work, you#re amazing <3

Cyclops/GN!Reader I've had this prompt saved in my drafts for SO LONG. Basically since the moment it came in!! I was so happy you sent this in bc i had been thinking about writing for Scott, but then I couldn't think of a good enough way to carry this out so I waited on it for a good bit until I had it down to a science!! Hope you enjoy!! Man, I started writing this and then realised I had to make a banner for him too 😭 I did this to myself tho Most of the characters I write for are written as combinations from different x-men media, but I'm still figuring out how I want to characterise Scott since he's a new character for me. Just wanted to put this out there in case I change how I write for him in future fics. (also, let me know how you feel about him in this one! Tell me if yall think I should tweak his attitude a bit :) ) Edit from the future: I started this draft so long ago and damn did it turn out long. TWs: Idk at the moment, will add if I think of any! Reader has a specific power that is kinda vague at first. I've written them out at the very bottom BUT if u read u will spoil the surprise of the fic so fair warning

Scott does not like you. At least, not anymore.

You've known each other for a long time, both coming to Xavier's school within weeks of each other. You used to be friends- or at least friendly. But as you both grew and learned more about yourselves and your powers, a gap began to form, and then continued to grow once both of you became members of the x-men.

It's not like he didn't notice your tendency for rebellious behavior before, but on the field? the two of you clashed more than ever. He's doing his best out here, and the last thing he needs as a leader is both you and Logan going out of your way to put yourselves in dangerous situations because you think you know better.

And the moment you get back to the mansion? You clash all over again- and over the dumbest things. You practically avoid him all of the time, refuse to spar with him unless you're forced, will scoot away from him if he has to sit next to you on game nights. It's like the very thought of brushing against him is enough to get under your skin.

The moment the blackbird lands, you should have known what to expect. But you're in such a good mood, with the mission having gone well despite all odds. Sure, you didn't exactly follow Cyclops' foolproof plan, but when did you ever?

Scott is standing at the end of the ramp when the doors open, watching with a rather sour look on his face as you laugh with Jubilee, the others trailing shortly behind. He crosses his arms, and you barely stop short of him, acting like you had never seen him in the first place as you sigh, nodding at the others to go ahead before finally turning to him and crossing your own arms.

"Go ahead. Say your piece." You say. It only stokes the irritation in him, and he scowls.

"You can't go one, single mission and actually listen to what I say, can you?" He snaps. You roll your eyes, knowing that if he had it his way, you'd never have gone on the mission at all. Still, you stand defiantly, unwilling to back down.

"Look, you weren't even there, you can't expect me to-"

"It would be different if I was there, but I wasn't." Scott interrupts you, and the aggravation it lights in you is practically all-consuming. You can't hold back your scowl. "You were the only senior member of the team on that plane, do you understand how detrimental it could have been if you had gotten hurt, or worse?!" Oh, what a load of horseshit. It's alway the boy scout schtick with him- I'm the leader, do what I say, If I was there none of this would have happened- what an asshole! Hell, in the second half you might have actually thought he was concerned for you and the team, but you knew better.

"Don't act like you actually give a damn, Summers." You snap. "Everyone is fine, no one got hurt, I don't see your problem." You're done with this. You're tired, sweaty, exhausted, and the last thing you want to be doing right now is talking with him. You knock shoulders with him as you brush past, but he reaches out and grabs you by the arm. You feel a mix of strong emotions- anger, concern, frustration- and thoughts swim in your head, before snatching your arm away from him like you'd been burned. He pauses for a second as you whip around and look at him, a rage in your eyes. He still looks at you with that stupid, stubborn look on his face.

"I get that you think I'm just some stuck-up asshole, but there's a reason I get angry when you do something reckless." His voice has lost the smallest a bit of fire. You scoff at him immediately, before turning away to storm out.

"Eat shit."

So no. things weren't exactly cool between you two.

It's not like you weren't friends at some point though, back when you were kids. You didn't know what happened to cause this rift, but he only really thought of you as some reckless idiot as of late, and you didn't care to learn anything else about what was going on in his brain.

Unfortunately, that didn't mean you could avoid him forever. Not when the both of you are on a team.

You only realise how much pain you're in when the blackbird's autopilot clicks on. Your suit was scuffed and worn in some areas, starting to burn at the edges of your sleeves as the protective coating started to wear away. You noticed it in the midst of battle, trying to focus on manipulating debri to a colder temperature rather than a hot one, but sometimes you can't afford to be picky in fights. Your suit may have been temperature resistant, but you were temperature invulnerable. Besides, heat did the most damage anyway.

You frown a bit at the sight of your burnt sleeves. Normally, you'd be worried that Hank would be mad at having to make a new suit again, but if anything you were sure he'd be grateful for the challenge of improving it. Scott was really the only one who would scold you for it, always coming back to the same arguments of being too reckless, ect, ect... and speaking of Scott, he was being awfully quiet right now.

The cockpit is empty exempt for the two of you, being the only two assigned to the mission. Scott is sat in the pilot's chair, and you can't really see much of him besides the top of his head. He's silent, and it makes you worried.

When you stand and walk. over to him, his face looks pained. You're sure his eyes are closed under his signature visor, his head leaning back limply in the chair, hair tussled. You furrow your eyebrows. You knew he'd be tired, but he's not usually this burned out.

"Scott? You alright?" You ask. he only hums in response. It's then when you realise what's wrong.

"Migraine?" You ask, and he hums in the affirmative. You wince at the thought. You knew he got migraines often, especially when using his mutation more than usual, and having migraines yourself, you knew he was hurting. You take a look at where the emergency aid box usually is, knowing it had painkillers, but the space is empty, and you sigh to yourself when you remember you used it on a local- Scott agreeing with you for once when you wanted to leave it with them for any more emergencies. You look back at Scott, and think for a moment more.

Scott jumps when you place a cold hand on his forehead, having settled your weight on the back of the chair behind him. It sparks a feeling of surprise.

"What are you doing?" Scott asks, and instead of his usual accusatory tone, he just sounds tired.

"Don't be a baby." You respond, chilling both hands and combing through his hair gently. Scott is confused as all hell. Why were you doing this? You go out of your way to avoid him at any cost, and then... this? What even was this?

But... he'd be lying if it didn't feel nice. Scott begins to relax underneath you as you continue to comb through his scalp, pressing gentle touches to his forehead as you do so. It's... it feels good.

"My mom used to do this when I was little." You say softly, after a long moment of silence. "Whenever I had a migraine, she'd run her hands under cold water for a long time, lay my head in her lap, and run her hands through my hair. The cold usually helped." Scott's shoulder's are sagging now, and he sighs every once in a while. Although he doesn't say anything, you don't need to ask. There's a question beginning to brim, but you answer it before he can even speak- saving him the effort of talking in the midst of his pain.

"...And it just felt nice to feel her play with my hair, I guess. 'figured it might help you, too."

You try not to dwell on whatever thoughts begin to swirl after that.

It's hard to tell when things shift after that. Even harder for Scott to understand why.

Eventually you go from avoiding him at any given chance, stiff and petty with your actions, to casual. Not quite friendly, but almost.

"And... Right hand red!" Jubilee calls from the couch, having entirely too much fun for someone who isn't even playing this game. Everyone who's already lost has dispersed, either playing a different game or having good conversation. The game of twister had started with four? Maybe five of you? But at the moment, it was just down to you and Scott. -The two of you being way too competitive to let the other win. At the moment, both of you were in a bit of a strange position, with Scott managing to crawl over you at some point. Aside from that, the game had been going on for uncomfortably long- long enough for the pizza to get here.

The doorbell rings and it's pretty instantaneous when people start to flock to the kitchen for the feast, Jubilee included. There's a flicker of panic in both of you as she quickly leaves.

"Hey!-"

"Jubilee! Wait!"

"You'll be fine, you big babies!" She calls out, giggling in her pursuit of the cheesy goodness. That just leaves you and Scott on the matt, pressed together in some places and a but uncomfortable, but awkwardly? Still competeting.

"God, that pizza smells good." Scott groans from above you, the smell of food becoming more and more tempting. You think about it, for a half a second maybe, but that competitive little devil on your shoulder gets to you before your stomach can.

"You know what? why don't you go ahead and grab a piece!" You say, causing Scott to cock an eyebrow at you.

"What, and let you win? Not a chance." He huffs. You shrug best you can, it was worth a shot! Neither of you were going to budge any time soon, determined not to let the other win. But the longer you stayed pressed together...

It's not like you hadn't noticed how handsome Scott was. Hell, who wouldn't? Even Logan isn't immune to his good looks, but obviously you weren't going to be... wierd, about it. You're just playing a game, right? But the sight of him above you, slightly flushed, shifting every once in a while while keeping his balance? It was... tempting.

It doesn't take long for other thoughts to begin swimming around, worming their way into your mind. The two of you in various states of undress... gasping, gripping onto one another... marks on his neck, your lips swollen and stained by the lipstick your wearing tonight.

Each and every thought leaves you more flustered than before, slipping on the plastic mat and accidentally knocking into one of Scott's weight bearing arms and sending the two of you colliding into the floor. You hear Scott let out a noise of pain and you're not down there for long before you shove him off of you, face burning as you grumble about his win. You stalk off without much fanfare, leaving Scott a bit befuddled.

"What was that all about?"

But regardless of how aggravated you made eachother sometimes, everyone has their breaking point...

You're surprised when Scott kisses you in the hall some weeks later, less than a second after a heated spat started to take a bit of a turn, but to be honest? You were into it.

His lips are soft, if a little chapped, heated kisses full of force and urgency before they soften just a little. You kiss him back in a similar manner his hands falling to your waist as you grab him by the collar and pull him even closer. You're quick to start moving the two of you backwards fumbling for a closet door you could have sworn was right... there.

As soon as the door swings open, you pull him inside, pushing him against the wall once it closes again and cupping the back of his neck as you pull him into another kiss. An unfamiliar feeling of warmth shoots through you as you do, and you almost giggle as his thoughts start to flood with more and more tempting situations for the two of you to be in.

After each and every dirty thought he has, you start to wonder if he even remembered your touch telepathy after having known you for so long- but hell, even if he didn't, you weren't complaining.

If u made it this far, I wanna give u details about the Reader's powers some more!! Specifically, the powers are temperature manipulation/temperature invulnerability/touch telepathy! They get a bit complicated bc reader can't light shit on fire or make ice out of the air, but they can melt shit and freeze existing water though! As long as reader touches it in some way! Due to this they're invulnerable to heat/cold for obvious reasons. Touch telepathy was added bc i love mutations with unnecessary layers (Emma frost) and... u really think I was gonna let scott get away without banging another telepath? wrONG

[oldwritingm]

Ninjas x reader with a pixiecut?

I went threw a bad slump and didn't brush my hair for months and now it's so matted I have to cut it all off if I can't get it done by Monday 😭 I just really love your writing and i wanna see how the ninjas would react to a reader with long hair chopping it all off into a pixiecut ♡♡♡

I'm so sorry friend; but I know you'll look gorgeous no matter what you do with your hair! And the ninjas think so too ;)

Ninjago - Ninjas' Reaction to You Cutting Your Hair

Kai

I am a "Kai the hair expert" truther

So of course he's always concerned about your hair and its health

When you had long hair, he was always reminding you to take good care of it, but he never really enforced his reminders

So when you turn up one day with cropped hair, he's just like :O

"What happened?? Did you not take good care of it? Was it matted?"

He runs over to you and starts feeling your hair for himself, probably deducing exactly what went wrong in his little head

He just runs his hands through your hair for a while, and he finds himself already getting used to the new cut

He tells you that it doesn't look bad; no, it looks pretty great actually!

But if he suspects that you cut it for hair health reasons, he's going to start cracking down on you taking care of your hair

Don't worry, he has an arsenal of tips and product recommendations

And styling tips, now that it's shorter like his :D

Hair care night becomes a weekly ritual for you guys, and Kai always looks forward to it

Even if/when your hair grows out again, you keep this tradition going because you both love it so much

If not for the fabulous hair that results from these nights, then for the intimate feeling of applying products to each other's hair and brushing it out and stuff :)

Jay

I feel like Jay's the type of guy to be enchanted by big changes

He was absolutely enamored by you when you had long hair, but when you turn up with short hair...

It's the night he first saw you all over again: love at first sight

That's not to say that he loves you any more now, he just falls in love with another side of you (if that makes sense)

He asks why you cut it, more excited than condescending or anything

Whatever you say he just nods (was he even listening??), telling you how amazing you look

Get ready for him to be staring at you nonstop for the next..... forever probably

And he loves each new style you try as it grows out again (if you let it grow out)

He just adores seeing you in different styles; it's like having a whole array of Y/ns to love

He definitely surprises you with new accessories and clothes that he thinks will look nice with your current style

And he's always on the hunt for more.....

He can't pass by one clothing store without looking at the mannequins like "hmmm, Y/n would look good in that!" or "that would really complement Y/n's eyes when they do [x hairstyle]"

Even if he doesn't buy it, he'll take a picture so he can send it to you imagine you in it

Cole

Okay this is going to sound bad but. I don't think Cole would notice right away

He's not so much a "looks" guy

Don't get me wrong, he thinks you're gorgeous, but he's more holistic in his love for you

He loves your personality, your voice, the way you carry yourself... your appearance is just another item on a very long list of reasons he loves you

So when you turn up with short hair one day, he just smiles at you and asks if you did anything interesting today

"Pfff—Cole. Look at me and ask that question again."

"Oh.. OH!! Your hair!!"

He tells you it looks great :)

I don't think he'll say much beyond that; like I said, your appearance is just one reason he loves you

And he always thinks you look fantastic anyway

He always tells you you're beautiful, and he's not going to stop just because you got a haircut

He'll be pretty oblivious if you grow it out again, too, though

One day he'll just be like "hmm hang on... Oh! You've grown out your hair again!! Looks great babe :) <3"

Zane

He'd notice right away

And in the most non-judgemental, completely unbiased, solely curious voice, he'd ask:

"Why did you cut your hair?"

He's not disappointed or excited or anything, just genuinely curious

And he listens quite intently while you explain, nodding along agreeably

He liked it when it was long; he loved to play with it and try intricate styles

Just to keep his hands busy, y'know?

But that doesn't mean he was sad to see it short

If anything he just sees it as a challenge to try new hairstyles!

He LOVES playing with your hair, long or short

Be prepared to try out like 50 different styles within the first month

It's usually late at night when he tries them out, so you don't have to wear them in public if you don't want to

But he thinks you're beautiful in every style, and he will be very proud if you actually sport one of his styles out in the world

Though he likes the way you style it better; he thinks that it's just so... you

And it doesn't need saying that he can't get enough of you <3

Lloyd

It takes him about two seconds to notice, then he just freezes like a deer in headlights

And he's not subtle about it either, if you don't see him staring, you can definitely feel it

He won't say anything—you'll have to break the silence

"So, uh... what do you think?"

He blubbers for a moment, words failing him

He was just so surprised, and he didn't know what to make of it

He doesn't actually even have an opinion at first, he's too shocked

But he comes around to the new look pretty quickly

He decides that you're so gorgeous that you can rock any hairstyle

So he'll just look back on your long-haired days like "huh. they killed it back then, too. dang."

If anything the change has made him more conscious about the fact that you literally always look beautiful, and he starts reminding you more often

Especially when you try out a new way of styling it

Get ready to be called beautiful 100x more often, even as your hair grows out again

Nya

She is ECSTATIC when she sees your hair

Literally squeals:

"Oh my—! YOUR HAIR!!"

She runs over to you and immediately starts messing with it

She loves it!!

She loved you with long hair, too, she's just so surprised that you'd do something so radical and have it look THAT GOOD

She was, like... smacked in the face with beauty

She jokingly asks why you don't do such drastic changes more often

But then when the excitement wears off a bit, she'll ask if there was a reason you cut it

She'll be understanding no matter what you say, but if there was a problem she's going to help you fix it 😤

She's a do-er like that

I also think that she, like Kai, knows a thing or two about hair

Maybe not to the same extent, but she'll know how to help you if you need it :)

And she knows all the little tips and tricks for dealing with short hair, which she's more than glad to share with you

I also think that she'd be able to give you a little trim every now and again if you want to keep it short :)

Thank you for this request! And thanks for reading, take care doves <33

(divider by saradika)

[robo-milky]

hiii milkyyyy! u’ve been popping out so many manga pages and i’m just so amazed?? i’ve been wanting to get back to manga drawing so can i ask for some tips? like what’s your process and how do you decide the screen tones/sfx/effects/speechbubbles to use? the latter is something i’m struggling with 😭

tyyy 💕

Hi Yudi, thanks for dropping by!

General note: One thing I’ve learned about trying to go for a more manga-esque style is that there’s really no particular way to do it, and EVERY artist does it differently. Everything I do here is a blend of my own style and things from JP artists I admire! However, the most important thing is that panels aren’t meant to be masterpieces but to convey information and get the dialogue going.

This process will be CSP oriented. I’ve made a mini screen tone tutorial (and how to turn on Layer Property) but I did not talk about my own settings ^^ You’re free to do any resolution you want, though I stick to drawing on a B4 template for fun (and imagine that one day my stuff can get published /j). I hope this helps, as I’m still trying to figure my own style and set limits on the details too.

[Process]

Script + Thumbnail

I used to wing stuff for one-pagers, but now I’ve found that scripting and thumbnailing has made my process so much faster. (Omg it’s almost like people make drafts for a reason- @ me cause I hate planning)

There’s no standards of a comic script, and each publisher has their own format. My usual scripts don’t separate pages, since I leave that to the thumbnailing once I do dialogue placement. If trying to imagine panels without seeing them overwhelming, at least get the dialogue down.

The B4 thumbnail template I use is pretty darn big, so it also doubles as the sketching stage. Once the thumbnails are done, I transfer them (screenshot) to a comic file on CSP. Once the set up is done, I do speech bubbles + dialogue first, insert the frames, then get to the line art. Since I don’t think anyone is actually gonna print their works, you’re free to trim your canvas however you want to post online 🫡

Speech Bubbles

Any speech bubble can work and will eventually blend in as the viewer is reading, but I have a vendetta against super flat/digital-looking ones. I made a custom brush for a textured speech bubble pen with line width by adjusting its taper and changing the brush shape. Published manga are a different story, but I like the more organic polygonal bubble shapes from indie artists-

For different shapes and situation… Squares - Narration, Flash/Urchin - Character thoughts/internal monologue, Hexagon - Phone call/text (not a concrete rule but a common pattern)

You can also add emanata (sparkles/symbols) on the bubbles for flairs as you see fit.

Screen tone (Please read the linked mini-tutorial above)

I split my tones into two folders. One specifically for black, and greys.

I first fill in all black areas, the duplicate them. The top layer will be the shadows (remains pure black), and the bottom layer is set to [Opacity 75%] and turned into a screen tone layer with a [frequency of 45-50] (It must always be at a lower frequency than the greys). To add texture, I use a grainy brush to erase bits of pure black on a mask. To show light on the screen tone layer, I use gradient erase on a mask.

For the greys, I split them into three tones (dark grey, medium grey, light grey) all in the same folder so they don’t overlap and it’s easier to fix. I use a [frequency of 75] or any number higher than the screen tone in the black layer. Overall, tones can be as simple and complex as you want, but it’s best to save more detailed tones for important panels. (Planning to change this as I’ve realized how big the B4 canvas actually is, and the frequency doesn’t need to be so high- The size of screen tone is a preference. This example was done on a smaller canvas, so higher frequencies still look less pixelated/small.)

Emanata/SFX

Special effects is whatever the situation calls for! It can to make a blank canvas feel more dynamic, to evoke certain emotions, hint/foreshadow. It’s best used sparingly on important panels you think would be the most important… but how do you get those effects?

THE CLIP STUDIO ASSETS STORE- Or draw/download your own depending on the program (You have no idea- ever since I downloaded too, I can’t unsee them in other works of artists I like 😭) Not used in the example but these are my essentials- You can also find a lot of gems if you straight up search “manga” and see the most popular assets.

Another good place to find comic fonts in general is blambot.com (?). They have quite a bit of free, personal use fonts if you ever need flavour text when italics or bold isn’t enough. (Current font used is Anime Ace 3 Regular BB).

Happy creating and feel free to ask if anything was unclear ^^

[kokoasci]

I LOVE YOUR ART!! <3

I'm sorry if this bothers you but is there any tut for lineart?

Have a nice day!

hello!! no there isnt, but i can talk about it quickly!

Let's talk about how I did the lines for this dazai drawing below:

I acutally don't do lineart, I just clean the sketch 😭 All my lines/sketches are done using the regular hard airbrush and just erase using that same brush to create different line widths.

First, let's talk about pen pressure and line width. To create depth, I like to make certain parts of the lineart "heavier" in pen pressure:

You can see in the lineart above that stuff like where the hair meets other roots, creases in the jacket, etc. all are heavily lined, while other stuff is left more detailed. I think it helps draw the eye in to parts you want to focus on?? just something I've picked up from habit and i liked it so i kept doing it hahsdh

I usually just start with a really rough anatomy sketch, and make a new layer to start the actual drawing:

Looks nothing like the finished drawing (or my usual style), right?? And like, yeah that's normal, at least for me. I approach lineart as a way to refine something I've drawn into my own style, it doesn't just like. pop straight out as soon as I start doing lines 😭 (also probably why my art looks so inconsistent lmao)

Then from there I refine the sketch! Because of this, I'm working all on one layer, by erasing and redrawing portions of the sketch using that like pen pressure variation technique:

Usually I just make a mental note of how something looks, erase it, and redraw it. At this point I'll also start adding more detail or fixing posture/anatomy etc. as I go to make something closer to what I want.

Eventually this refines into what you see as the final lines!! Because this process is probably not the best. it takes me a long time to sketch, but I actually really like cleaning the lines! I find it refreshing to put so much detail in them :D

This is probably an incredibly wrong process in professional work, but I'm self taught and this is just what I enjoy doing :D I wouldn't recommend really doing this if you're trying to sketch quickly, but it's just what works best for me!

Happy sketching!

[sillysoybean]

what i hate about the fact that i haven’t drawn in a little over a month is that now ive lowkey forgotten how to draw and my style needs a reset

so here i am just dying to draw my silly little guy jason todd in all his glory to actually start posting on tumblr and

it’s just like

what way do i draw him what. and why are these two styles so different when did i acquire two styles??? is it just that i used different brushes????😭😭😭

i need to relearn to draw. i’m gonna cry, i have much practice to do holy shit. at least i have the time to learn🙏

[siphoklansan]

500 followers milestone event….

You Attack My Heart♡︎

The day we first met inside my quiet heart, as if a new world has opened. Accelerate particularly, move.

Even my hidden secrets that I only knew, that mood that I wanted to tell you all about.

The fact that I took a step towards you first…

It lets me find myself that I didn’t even know

Pounding more and more…I’ll give it all, take my heart. Surely you’re my destiny. It shines fully in my heart.

This must be what thrill feels like, darling, eventually I fall into you…

you attack my heart♥︎

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 500+ FOLLOWERS🎉🎉 I am SO sorry for taking this long for the rendered art! And if you noticed the art style changing, yes, it did change.

I was planning to post Floyd’s pic a longggg time ago. It wasn’t even finished until I came up with the idea for the milestone event. Leona and Rook’s pic is also a bit different, since I used a different brush for sketching (I planned to not do the line-art and go straight to rendering, so).

Rook’s photo is my least favorite, to be honest😭 I feel like I did him a bit dirty hjsjdhsk same for Ruggie, since I can’t draw a back view💔BUT MY FAVORITE IS….drum-roll please…CATER!! Surprising, I know, but I think it looks so good and I did a great job on it!!!

It was a bit difficult for me to select which character for each scene, so if your faves aren’t here I apologize(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

(forgot to mention, Yuu is GN in this post)

That’s it and THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN♡´･ᴗ･`♡

[fima11]

how'd you develop your art style? it's so yummy i want to draw like you 😭

thank youu <333 (a lot of text under the cut I am so sorry I answered as I could)

Try to surround yourself with artists that fit your tastes. I started to monitor everything I consume online, creating this "taste". I cleaned my environment from things that don't inspire me and which make me doubt what I want and it helped me to focus more on improving & creating a stable artstyle.

To me it's important to have a an example to follow, such as existing artist or a big mangaka, a person who knows what they draw and how they draw.

(but everything I've said up there is only from the aspiring artists point of view. In reality I respect every artist regardless of style they use and I enjoy their works same way.)

Also study a lot on real photos, but don't try to recreate it hyper realistically and just draw how you see it, that's a very nice way to find out what style suits you best. Sometimes it's good to collect some examples of artstyles you like and just try to recreate it too, use it as study as well. Artists of all times did the same.

idk. To me the greatest way to develop an artstyle is to find yourself artists who inspire you and to try to recreate their style, breaking it out piece by piece, from brushes they use to the way they start their sketching.

It sounds strange when you say it, but when you try it out you can never recreate it 100% in the same way, you always have something unique, something yours that will make difference anyway. And that's the way you develop your own artstyle, in my opinion.

[gemapples]

im so sorry it took me so long to answer these oml but YES i'd be happy to show how i draw and color :)

— SKETCHING

please note that i almost always sketch traditionally first lol it's just a lot easier for me to determine how the drawing is placed that way, but i always go over and re-sketch it digitally

for magolor i always start with a basic egg shape (lmao) and then i add his ears. then I draw the scarf; it's easy to determine the shape and dynamicism based on where the bottoms of the ears are located

then i usually add the cape and hood together. where and how these are placed and what these look like in general are very important because they're the main area that perspective is directed to (the ears and everything else is important too ofc!! but the hood and cape usually help demonstrate where he is looking and how he is moving the most). then i add everything else, usually his hands last!

— LINEART

ohhhhhh god my worst enemy. Hope youre sitting down because this will be embarrassing LMAO

lineart is easily what i struggle with most and is more often than not the most time consuming and grating step for me. If i had a choice i would drop it in a heartbeat, but my style is so dependent on thick lines and shapes that it's difficult to 😭 a hole i dug myself into unfortunately ITS FINE THOUGH. ANYWAYS I'm getting sidetracked

i use my finger to draw all my digital art, which means i usually have to use a Heavy stabilizer to avoid shakiness and staggered lines. Unfortunately ibis paint's stabilizer is actually dog water and doesn't even stabilize more than half the time (in which case i have to repeat lines over. And over. And over again until i get it right) but when it does like me and works properly it's very helpful!

i always use the soft school pen bleed brush as my main tool for lineart. This brush has been my best friend for everything, i even use it for sketching idk it just really like the way it looks lol. sometimes i change the aspect if i want the lines to look more ,, chalky?? or smoother depending on the work

i don't really use this tool much but for this specific piece, force fade was my partner in crime

also i think i need to mention that i use so many layers for this. So many layers lol like to the point it's embarrassing. and at the end i merge most of them (except for the gear patterns, rings on his ear, and eyes + hands, which usually need to be by themselves as they're colored separately) Thank you for layers

and i end up with this!

— COLORING && SHADING

yippee yahoo the fun part !!! the part that i love the most

at this point, if i havent already, i always create a folder for convenience in organization because this is the part that i stress the most about what details are on which layers lmao

then i add ANOTHER layer below that for the color, then i put every single color used on their own separate layer!

now, for shading, if im working on larger pieces with more complex shading, i'll usually plan it all out. normally when just drawing magolor, i don't really need to do this anymore because i'm so used to it lol, but for funsies i did it here anyways

then i use the bucket tool to fill them all in

i usually have a set color palette for all the characters i draw (though the way i shade white differs. A lot between my work as you can probably tell fhdfgf). For every color, i have two specific tones that are associated with the shading. for example, indigo + violet are shaded with my blue, pink + light orange (or lighter pink depending on my mood lol) are shaded with yellow, etc.

so, i shade the other areas with the 2nd shading color

a big tip i can give for coloring is to look at a color wheel when you draw. i know that sounds like. Such basic advice LMAO but that seriously was a huge help for me when developing my shading and something i learned while studying — if you notice, in all of the shading in my work, all of the colors used are analogous on the color wheel. note that not ALL combinations will work together like others obv !! but it's a huge step in knowing where to go with it

then i add other extra details like extra lighting, halftones (if i feel like it // if it fits the work), glow to his eyes, and color the lines and ta-da!

another tool i use a lot especially with my more recent art are blending modes, especially multiply. i use a clipping layer to add a dark color (usually a dark blue or purple) and set it to multiply, then erase the areas that emit light

and this is the end result! this is a very very basic demonstration of it fhdjg i was a pretty messy with the lighting and erasing in this example but you get the general idea right

and that's how i draw :) i hope this was helpful, and thanks for asking and being so patient with the response!

[aurenflare]

my 2024 art summary 🫶🫶

for me, this year was the first time that i really tried out digital art, which has definitely been a journey! i think i’ll always feel more confident with traditional art (and there are a couple months where i didn’t do digital art at all! april has a sketch bc i was SOO busy that month, and october has a fun little marker piece) but it’s so interesting to explore digital!

i think i’ve really started to get the hang of it, especially in my november and december pieces — but i also think i’m going to make an effort to get back into posting traditional art. my alcohol markers are rotting over here …

anyways because i’m actually incapable of not babbling here’s a little explanation for each month

january, february, and march: all drawings i did for a mental-health oriented small business in my area — basically each one represents a different cognitive function. these were literally my first rendered digital art pieces ever but yk … there are 6 in all but these i feel are the best ones lol

april: i had ZERO time on my hands due to aps but luckily i was still sketching! my style has evolved a bit since then but what hasn’t changed is my love for coloured pencil sketches ILY COLOURED PENCIL SKETCHES

may & june: these are a couple of oc ref sheets that i was intending to use for artfight! except i never finished the full set and so never participated in artfight. next year i swear. this was also from my phase where i used the crosshatching pattern brush for every single background ever

july: so this was actually a design for a screenprint! the stippling made me and my art teacher miserable in the end but u know it’s about the experience … this was also inspired by kiki’s delivery service my 3rd favourite ghibli movie … i love u kiki

august: this is a wip that i will never ever finish (and i actually posted it on tumblr here over a month after abandoning it 😭) but it’s also the only kotlc thing i’ve drawn in like a year and a half (at least until the unravelled release) and i think it’s cute

september: listen i Love Laufey and every september 8th she does a little fan celebration called a very laufey day! so this was inspired by that, specifically the song “dreamer” — there are a lot of little details that reference various aspects of the lyrics or official video! super fun to draw and one of the digital pieces that i’m the proudest of 🤭

october: okay this one was sooo fun because i hadn’t touched my alcohol markers in a longggg while … it was inspired loosely by the inktober prompt “nomad”

november: this was a piece for one of my school’s publications, and was loads of fun to draw! one of the digital pieces that i’m proudest of tbh simply because there’s so much going on but it still feels fairly cohesive

december: this was my kotlc secret santa gift and also the first fully polished kotlc piece i had done in a VERYY long time — so while i was deathly sick while creating it (literally i was and still am On My Deathbed) it was super nostalgic and fun :)

if u made it to the end of this I LOVE U. why did u read all this u mean more to me than i could ever possibly articulate. have an amazing day u icon 🫶🫶

[femme4ngel]

If your requests are open could you write Erling Haaland x hairstylist reader

Reader making a video of washing his hair (in the salon) and he tries moving his head so she pulls him by the hair back. Maybe in the background of the video you hear her voice "just a reminder i.do.not do this to my clients I'm kinda dating him and he did annoy me a lot this weekend"

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i kinda took it to a different direction im sorry 😭hope u still like it tho mwah

~ erling haaland x hairdresser reader

it was media day, everyone running around the place, photographers, makeup artists and the players of course. you yawned as you sat down for a second, you just did half of the teams hair, you felt exhausted. it took you a good two hours, styling everyone, working together with the cameramen, the makeup artists, it was a mess. ( plus jack kept complaining about the amount of gel you used.. in the end you let him drench his hair in it just so he would leave your chair) you yawn in the chair, rubbing your eyes, trying to get some strength into yourself when out of nowhere you feel hands on your shoulders. you know its him without looking around, you can smell his cologne and the way his finger’s slowly massage your back is way too familiar.

“ are you tired baby?”- he asks, leaning close, his chest pressing against your back, his lips dangerously close to your neck. you get goosebumps from his presence, how tall and huge he is, how he stands behind you.

“mhm..”- you stand up from your chair, facing him with a blush and a smile on your face.

“ is it your turn to get your hair done or are you just trying to distract me erling?”

“its my turn promise!” - he looks at you shocked, his brows furrowed, why would you assume he’s there to mess around with you?.. distracting you? oh he never would do such thing..

you hum as a response and push him down into the chair. his hair is beautiful but its getting so weak from him tying it up all the time.. you brush it out, running your fingers through it.

“ erling. i have a crazy idea.”- you look at him in the mirror, with a huge grin.

“ oh oh. and what’s your idea”?- he looks at you in the mirror, his eyes sparkling from the curiosity.

“ will you let me braid your hair? you know like i did on friday, but i would put some hair oil in it now.. and and it will look so good trust me! i think it will go with the new jersey so much more than a bun..! you look so good in that jersey….”

you can see it on his face that you already convinced him, he loves wearing his hair in braids, and he trusts you with it totally. ( plus that comment of him looking good in the new jersey gave him such an ego boost, he wouldn’t let you do anything else with his hair) he nods enthusiastically, staring at you and your eyes, he’s mesmerized.

“mhm okay braids it is” - you say, leaning closer to him, acting like your brushing through his locks, and quickly pressing a kiss on his cheek. he lights up, his face turning bright red. you smile coyly to yourself, you love the effect you have on him. you get back to his hair, brushing it again, then grabbing some hair ties as you get to braiding. you decide on two strands of dutch styled braids and everything is going smoothly and well until erling starts hissing.

“ouch ouch, y/n your hurting mee, you keep pulling on my scalp” - he complains, sulking in the chair.

“ i’m not pulling! just tilt your head back more!”- to these demands ( the himbo he is) he manages to tilt his head forwards, getting completely out of your hands.

“ oh god”- u sigh, taking his head into your hands and directing him towards the angle you need him in.

“ oh damn, i think my hair is actually fine as it is”- you hear as kevin enters the room, his snarky comment making you blush and the camera crew bust out laughing.

your embarrassed, you almost forgot how many people and cameras are around you.

“ i didn’t.. its okay, trust me he’s the only one getting rough treatment, cuz he doesn’t know the difference between forward and backwards!”- your explanation gets erling to spin around in the chair, looking at you with his mouth open.

“ no i know! i was just escaping you and your hair pulling! i swear i know the difference! - he looks around upset, hoping that he convinced the crew of his knowledge of positions.

“mhm okay okay sure.. whatever please lay back now i have to do your hair”- you roll your eyes, softly pushing him back into the chair, ignoring the giggling around the room.

(…)

his hair of course ends up gorgeous, and it holds together so nicely (thanks to your talent) that he wears his hair in the braids at tomorrow’s training.

[nightsdreamgates]

I absolutely LOVE your au and your writing ✍️ for it.

Can I ask for some general dating headcannons for reala and nights? It can be the main game or your au, whichever you prefer

To make it much easier for me, since I'm STILL sick 😭😭 I will write general Headcanons for both of them from the main game! Pretty summarized too to not make it seem like a cluster giggles

# ;. NiGHTS Romance Gen. HCs:

" Despite his carefree, troublemaker and anti-hero perks, NiGHTS never always been just reduced into being ``goofy``. He is a nightmaren with many layers, that he hides it under his playful nature. He can be quiet, as the full moon night, can be snarky, as a serpent, yet caring as well... Not afraid to show how he really feels, yet intriguing when he chooses to simply observe and keep his own points to themself. How?... How could be so frustrating yet so adoring at same time?! Whoever manages to get inside this maren's mind, things gets more clearer."

NiGHTS never expected much to be in a relationship, but they also always had curiosity on it!

In a romantic sense, NiGHTS would be the funny bf/gf in the relationship, sometimes teasing you to a point that it's annoying, only to see your grumpy face and angry huffs

Their way of love communication, is gifts, quality time and touching. Giving you little trinkets that made them think of you, spending time on Nightopia while slowly holding your hand without you even noticing

NiGHTS like the way your hand feels, how your skin is smooth or so delicate with his - To a point that when he carries you in a bride style, they rub their cheeks into yours as a form of affection

NiGHTS from the game itself, we notice that he speaks on his own language - althought I think he also can speak in any language you are native of!

About the languages, if you teach them a few accents from your native language and it's meanings, NiGHTS will start using them correctly as he can, even creating few new words just for you to make fun of him

He is an attention seeker and pretty petty when he wants to, so when you ignore him or slightly brush him away, they start to become dramatic and cling onto you, just to make you feel guilty or bad for it (never in a harmful way, since he cares about your feelings too!)

If he would have a favorite memory, one that they find the sweetest, it would be one night, you and him started to talk about your own future, your problems and fears... The way that you looked at him once he admitted his mistakes and even fears, he felt like the world had turned merciful to him... to give someone he can trust on, without worrying much.

Now one silly and last that I thought, is that sometimes when you have to rescue him out of the ideya palaces, when he had made you upset a day ago, you would tease on him and even prank, making him to have to say the magic words so you can help him!

NiGHTS still has his ego and pride... But the way you manage to break it by simply being kind, fair and gorgeous to their eyes, is what gets him more lost in knees for you ♡

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# ;. Reala - Romance Gen. Hcs:

" How could I even be choosen by this sort of feelings? Love isn't made for someone like me, althought it gives me a sense of admired by inferiors - loved in a sense of being cared, sounds stupid. And if it does, then I'm a fool for had fallen so easily in your schemes. I never truly cared about anything besides myself, since I am the only one to trust. Say whatever you want, my devotion to my purpose is still loyal, but I don't trust my creator. If what you say is true, if I can have the dignity to deserve `love`... Then show me. "

During the time he had spent with you, all you did was nothing but show him respect in a different way.

With his power, mighty and fear he brings upon his own kind, you seemed to not fear him. Which intrigued him as much it annoyed him.

Now that he understand your fearless nature, is nothing but respect, the way you act merciful, kind and caring to him, was enough for this tough maren' soften in your arms.

His way of showing love, is words of affirmation, praisings, touching and gifts. Ways that he can dedicate on now this relationship, on how he deserves your love as much you deserves to be felt special.

You always reassured him that they don't need to do that to proof something that you already see, but Reala tends to be a bit stubborn, insisting, until he promised to at least `tone it down`.

He never been a cranked up boomer, he also got some humour, and find himself pleased hearing you laughing at his salty attitude.

Their sarcasm is pretty clear, but if you aren't used to it, he would be surprised seeing how innocent you are to a point of not getting sarcasm most of the time. (Dw he'll teach u how to be salty)

His ideal partner always had been someone who are capable of controlling and helping the relationship grow, someone that takes it and compromise it deeply, not just a night stander or a simple girlfriend/boyfriend thing.

He loves when you kiss his face tenderly; this face that many people screamed and ran away of it, being held and kissed, praised on too, by their darling.

If you ask, Reala would let you sit on his lap while they are on the throne. Specially if you give him pats and bunch of affection. The sense of being praised like that makes his stomach tingle.

Dating Reala also means `watchdog` or `bodyguard` benefits, he will destroy anyone, the whole WORLD, if he sees you crying... Then they would compliment and keep you so close.

Ty very much for the request and the patience, hope ya like it!

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

Sorry for the silly ask but your writing is truly incredible. Is there any advice you'd give a beginner with ideas but not much skill to write it down? As a bilingual who mostly speaks English, sometimes I feel like I don't know this language at all 😭 I have ideas that I want to explore but I struggle the most with grammar lmao I hated it back in school and I hate it now.

Thank you!

Honestly, I’ve been there. I’m also bilingual— technically ESL. And though I use English most, a lot of its inner workings don’t feel particularly natural to me. For me the problem is usually syntax and pronunciation; if I’m tired pronunciation is very much the first thing to go! I also did get made fun of in early grade school because I struggled so hard with “th” sounds (ð and θ are my enemies!!!)

Anyway, a bit of a do as I say, don’t do as I do, suggestion, but I recommend picking a style guide. I kind of bounce between Chicago and AP but like just pick something. It’s tedious to read through an entire style guide at once, and you won’t internalize it like that anyway, but just reference it as grammar questions come up while you’re writing. I’ve been trying to brush up on my grammar myself, and know the rules in order to break them, etc. It is useful to have a decent foundation

As for prose, I highly recommend studying (good) poetry and screenplays. Both require a succinctness and economy of language that novels simply do not. A single word simply ends up counting for much more, and needing to pull more weight. Try to replicate what makes them successful. Compare and contrast multiple translations of a single classical text, see how different the implications, connotations, and simply the sound of the words chosen can change a lot

Also, when writing, always keep in mind what you’re actually trying to say. A common trap a lot of contemporary writers fall into, in the age of social media, is writing individual sentences that sound nice, and maybe even look very profound when taken out of context, and made into edits and book trailers, but then they mean absolutely nothing? Don’t do that! That’s bad!

All that being said, if it’s between good prose and finishing your drafts then finish your drafts. Endlessly tweaking two sentences to sound nice is the fastest way to get nothing else done

[koa-z]

Nagito Color Study | Please do not repost, reblogs are welcome though! Brushes & Techniques & a progress pic below the cut

Uhhhh okay, how to explain this one. I was rereading “Logically Lucky” by PinkSweetSmoke and some of the visuals in the earlier chapters really struck me. The way that they write this relationship is pretty dynamic, and I wanted to see if I could use colors to talk about how Hajime and Nagito feel for each other and what they’re going through emotionally? So this is fanart for that fic, directly inspired by that fic based on the established vista(s) and also the style of writing their relationship, but it doesn’t really make sense unless I say all of that lol? But it wouldn’t exist if not for that fic, so I’d feel weird not mentioning it.

Brushes used (Clip Studio, Free):

Main: “ラフペン” from gyuukotu’s “Fill Set (塗りセット)”, content ID 1695210 Fill: Default India Ink brush pen - the rough pen is a little unpredictable, so I used this to flat the image and make sure that there were no gaps Cloud Flat: "荒筆" from gyuutoku's “Fill Set (塗りセット)”, content ID 1695210 Cloud Blender: I downloaded it from the internet instead of the app 2 years ago and cannot find, with certainty, where it came from, since I get rid of everything on my hard drive that's not art every year :( there are lots of good cloud blending brushes out there for free, though, and I typically use the gouache blender Misc. Techniques: Screen Distortion: I used CSP's free cloth texture clipped above the "blue" layers and then liquified it in places for the screen distortion effect Gradient Mapping: I cannot overstate how helpful gradient maps were for minor color corrections, you guys PLEASE try them on a finished piece of your own if you haven't used them yet. Click Layers > New Correction Layer > Gradient Map and then choose from the premade gradients before adding your own so you can see how they worked. I used a few different ones clipped to specific areas w/ lowered opacity & hard/soft light settings where I felt like the color was falling flat and it was SO helpful at giving it just that little bit more depth. Hearts: I've discovered that you can cheat at hair and clothing rendering by just making hearts. Try and see how many you can find lol Color Theory in General: The whole point of this piece, after it stopped being fanart (lol rip), was to be a color study focusing on the contrast between shadow and light and what I could do within the blues & the yellows to make them appear as if they're actually different colors. In the blue section, everything is p much blue, nothing is any other color. In the sunny section, a lot of the stuff is warmer variations of the standard colors, since I wanted it to be more vibrant and didn't feel like I could achieve that if everything was shades of yellow and orange. That being said, I stuck as closely to that as possible. But ANYWAY, juxtaposing the two starkly different color profiles also helps the blues in the blue side read as colors that they aren't, which was part of why I did this study. Sneaky sneaky: I just modified the diner a bit in order to get the colors I wanted, i.e closing the blinds bc I can. As an artist it's important to remember that YOU have full control over every single part of the piece, you just should ideally have a reason to create inaccuracies/ break rules or else it can end up being a bit messy and disorganized & details/ your vision can get lost.

Aaaand finally, the sketch from TWO AND A HALF MONTHS AGO:

#trusttheprocess 😭😭😭

[taeiris]

if I’ve already sent this ask before I’m so sorry, I’ve got adhd, but how did you find your art? (I’m in my questioning phase)

hihi!!! no problem! i think i have some kind of glitch with asks bc when i go look for them it says i have 3, but when i check it, there isn’t any so im sorry if any of u have ever sent asks and i havent answered them it’s probably bc of that😭

but anyways lets get on it!

finding you art style is not smth simple at ALL. ive been drawing my entire life!!! and ive had a bunch of different styles until now, they kinda used to change every few months or so, i was always happy with them but it never really lasted??? and i always had at least one part of the process of it to dread doing, for example, coloring.

it wasn’t until recently i FINALLLYYY found a style im 100% comfortable in.

it really takes experimenting and finding what elements of creating art you love and enjoy the most. for me, i used to mostly do traditional art, just pencil or ink sketching and i would OCCASIONALLY color them. so i really used to enjoy kinda the messiness of the pencil on trad mediums and stuff? and i never rlly found a way to translate that element to digital art which is the one i enjoy the most now.

brushes are very important! it depends on the look you like. since i like that pencil feel, i use a pencil looking brush! (softy from esbenlash’s procreate brush set) and i also got a paper feel screen protector for my ipad to enhance the experience🔥

i found i mostly enjoyed doing lineart and didnt rlly look forward to coloring, i didnt find my past styles enjoyable bc they kind of felt restricting in that area? since i didnt find a way to make it more abt the lineart and less abt coloring that i liked (ofc theres plenty! i just didnt find one for me)

so tbh i think what mostly influenced the style i enjoy the most now is film, and baroque art!

i had recently seen:

Crimson Peak (2015)

The Shape of Water (2017)

and ofc

Stranger Things DUHHHHH

and i fell in love with the way the lightning was, heavy dark shadows and moody lights, and tried to match my style to it and found that it highlighted all the things i enjoy doing the most while drawing! so thats where i am now

special mention to the one movie im obsessed with currently

The Crow (1994)

also has the similar style

all that + experimenting, studying other’s art i liked and finding elements to integrate to my art, ANDDD music also played a huge part in it. so as you can see for me its about kind of combining aspects of every single piece of media i like 😭

its not gonna be the same for everyone, but its always good to have a guide so i hope this was useful for you and anyone else! im always willing answer any art questions :)

don’t worry too much about speeding up finding your style, it’ll come to you eventually, so focus on enjoying the moment and learning, take mental notes of what you like and don’t like!

sorry this is kinda long as hell… but i like rambling