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catcze · 7 months

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here me out.. so like i was scrolling a pinterest and i found this one song on spotify called “cigarettes out the window x dangerously yours” and the first thing i thought about is neuvillette!! LIKE THE BRAINROTS IN MY HEAD RN. reader and him are in his office 😱

OH OH OH OH OH OKAY HOLD ON HOL D ONNNN 👀👀👀👀 The way i opened YT so fast!??! HASKJDNA but my GOD do i see what u mean anon—

I'm getting vibes of reader who is, perhaps, from the fatui? or from some other hostile organization (idk im workign on it 💔) and they get assigned to be a double agent at the Palais Mermonia and acquire sensitive information for the organization they work for. Initially, they weren't supposed to do anything complicated— they certainly weren't even supposed to ever cross paths with the chief justice of Fontaine. But what do you know, Neuvillette falls for you first and invites you out to a meal, and you can't necessarily refuse.

Your superiors are delighted by the change in plans— if you get closer to the chief justice, you could easily get your hands on all sorts of information! So, although you're hesitant, you're forced to go along with getting closer to Neuvillette. But over time, you find that he's much, much more than most people think he is. He's more caring and gentle that most realize, and he's so sweet. Gods, he is so sweet. The way he cares for every single melusine is adorable. The way he enthusiastically encourages you to try water that he imported from gods-knows-where, just because he says that it taste fresh and clear like no other. And the way his eyes shine when you take a sip and tell him that he's right, that it's sp distinct, and he smiles, and you don't have the heart to tell him that in truth, it just tastes like water to you.

Before you know it, you're actually falling for Neuvillette. Not for the mission, not for the files. You're genuinely becoming head over heels for him. You can't tell your superiors this— you know you'd be pulled out and disposed of immediately now that you're compromised, but you can't go along with deceiving Neuvillette anymore. But if you tell him... no doubt he'd turn you away, like the double-crosser you are.

But you still find yourself in front of his office anyway, a heavy hand and a heavier heart knocking on his doors.

"Come in," he says.

And it's hard. Gods, it's so hard to come clean to him. You stutter and you just can't seem to spit out the words, so Neuvillette decides to talk first. He pulls something out of a drawer and sets it on his desk, opening its contents for you to see. And you gasp, because these are the files that you had been told were the highest priority. If you ever got your hands on them, you were to risk your life to get them back to your organization.

"Why are you showing me this?" You ask him, voice quiet, brow furrowed. Your hand reaches out to touch the papers, but you hesitate. Neuvillette just watches you, smiling mysteriously.

"Because you have my wholehearted trust," is all he says, and it's enough to break you.

The tears come flowing faster than you can help them. There's a lump in your throat, making it hard to breathe. Even as you splutter out the words, the confessions to why you're here, why you got close to him, and everything else in between, Neuvillette listens patiently. He doesn't yell, doesn't glare or curse you out. He doesn't shout for guards to come and toss you into the darkest pits of Meropide. Instead, he's calm.

"I know," he says as a means of explanation, and you still. His hand reaches across the desk, holding yours gently. "Since the very first day we met, when you stood beside me drenched in rain on the balcony, I've known. And my heart is yours anyway."

You shake your head, still crying quietly. "I will betray you. If not, I will be killed."

Neuvillette's hand squeezes yours. "Do you think so little of me that I would allow any harm to befall you, my love?"

"I think the world of you," you argue, and he smiles.

"There is no safer place for you than by my side. Should there be any threat to your life, I would use every ounce of my power to dispose of it, " Neuvillette vows. "Your organization has made a great many mistakes, but the greatest of them all has been sending you to me, and expecting me to ever let harm befall you."

HAJSDSAJKL LISTEN the monologue in the clip that i found (hopefully we're talking abt the same mashup ?!?!?) was longer + had more drama but OUGH my brain craves soft sweet tender romance without too much drama and life-or-death haksdkajs

#neuvillette x reader #genshin impact x reader #cw gn reader #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.cupcakes

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dust-and-grave · 7 days

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hng, i am so frustrated by this whole watcher tv situation. i've been chewing on it ever since i watched their announcement video yesterday + i've been looking around online at other fan reactions. i'm having a lot of thoughts so i guess i want to throw my two cents in + hope it'll make me feel better to talk about it a little.

i think we all agree that creators should be paid fairly for their work; however, not all work is created equal, right? if i commission an experienced (and thus high-demand) artist to do an oil painting of my cat, they might quote me $500+ to do that + it would be fair. if an artist with substantially less experience (and thus in lower demand) spends 30 seconds on a crayon rendition of my cat, should they also received $500+ for their work? i think most people would agree that would be ridiculous.

in some ways, this is what it feels like the watcher team is doing to us right now, imo. we know that shows like ghost files or puppet history are expensive to make because travel costs (in the case of ghost files) + production costs, but we can see the effort put into the work. we feel that what we give for the show, whether that's turning off ad blocker while watching or buying show merch or supporting via patreon, is going toward making the product that we are asking for. these shows are the oil painting in the metaphor.

i don't agree with how mean + rude some people are being about steven lim rn, but frankly, his shows are the 30 second crayon drawing of the watcher channel. anyone can look at the view count on their channel + see that his shows consistently have performed worse than shane + ryan's shows. additionally, we can see that he blows huge amounts of money on his shows ("$913 seafood tower", "$1027 fried chicken") that may leave a lot of viewers feeling as if they're aren't getting as much bang for their buck.

frankly, i think people are valid for being upset that they're expected to directly foot the bill for steven's "i fly all over the world + eat expensive food while you watch" project. while youtube has a shit ton of problems (like, say, not paying their creators enough), one of the cool things about it is that you can gauge directly the amount of the interest in a project (and how many resources you should dedicate to said project) by how many eyes are on it. unfortunately for him (i guess), steven's shows just don't garner enough attention to justify the expense of making them.

which is why i see this shift to watcher tv as such a problem. this feels very much like using shane + ryan's success on the channel to force fans to fuel steven's pursuit of his glory days on worth it. it feels even more strange when they say that they're making the switch because the company isn't currently sustainable, but steven has just hired his friends from buzzfeed + continues to push his series that just don't seem to be making back the cost of production.

to be totally fair, shane + ryan don't get out of this clean either. some of their shows don't deserve to be behind a paywall either. too many spirits is filmed in ryan's parent's backyard with content submitted by their viewers. are you scared is just ryan reading creepypastas/fan submitted content on a minimal set. survival mode is just them playing games like any other streamer or gaming youtuber does. i love all of these shows, but are they on par with puppet history or ghost files? absolutely not.

this is where i think the disconnect is coming from. they're taking everything including the lower production shows to a streaming service where you have to fund them directly (rather than indirectly through ad revenue). they're forcing funding into steven's projects despite them just not doing well enough to justify the cost. they're coming across as disingenuous with their reasoning because their stated reasons for doing this don't align with their actions rn.

i feel like it would've made so much more sense to crowdfund new seasons of shows (which gives them feedback from the fans about what they want too) or put higher cost shows like ghost files or puppet history on patreon or channel membership. i would gladly fund mystery files, weird wonderful world, ghost files, puppet history, etc. with my own money, but i'm one of the ones who isn't really interested in funding steven's quest to eat all of the gold-plated kobe beef when i'll never be able to afford to eat at a restaurant that even serves it.

#rachel says #watcher #shane madej #ryan bergara #steven lim #also it really bothered me that they dangled weird wonderful world over our heads to convince people to use the streaming service #it regularly got more views than all of steven's shows save dish granted #but they never picked it up again despite that #it just adds to the sense of betrayal that a lot of us are feeling rn i think

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vampyrsm · 2 years

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Having thoughts on crushing Bakugou rn

Asks for your number every day, didn't matter what time of day it was or what the conversation was about, if you hadn't already caved in and told him, he would ask.

Visibly panics when you go up and kiss him on the cheek as a thank you to something he'd done.

Would follow you around everywhere; if you weren't at a place the others were going, he didn't wanna go.

If you didn't get yourself lunch, he would make it for you and watch as you at it (not a stalkerish way, more like glances)

Wants to touch you every time he's around you. Whether it's on the thigh, hip, stomach, messing with your hair, he would always find himself unconsciously touching you.

Aw, my poor baby, he would crush so hard. Especially if it's his first proper crush? You know he's found people attractive in the past, but never before has he felt like his every waking moment must revolve around someone.

I imagine this being when you're the new PA or something like that, you're the 7th replacement of this year and Bakugou was totally ready to kick you out on the first day because he doesn't need an assistant. But then he sees you, and immediately he feels like a little lovesick puppy.

"And so you have this meeting with Red Riot and Chargebolt coming up, you'll need—"

"Your number?" he grins, it's cheeky and it's not the first time he's asked. You flare your nostrils a little, narrowing your eyes at him before continuing on with the plans for his meetings. He knows he's winning though, that look you give him isn't one of disgust or betrayal of him pushing the boundaries of his power over you as your boss. You're enjoying this game of cat and mouse just as much as he is.

You kiss him one evening on the cheek, on your tip toes under the safety of the umbrella he holds over both of your heads at your doorstep. He's a big man, he's seen a lot of things before and he's a hardened hero but the simple warmth and sticky feeling of your gloss on his cheek has his eyes wide, hands threatening to misfire whilst you wave him off with a "Thank you for walking me home, Mr Bakugou." doesn't even have the time to tell you to call him Katsuki because he's still reeling over the small gesture.

That's when it starts to pick up, when he's not out on patrol or attending meetings he's on your tail. He'll hover around you when you're using the copier, listening to you talk on and on about some TV drama you've been watching. He follows you around when you do simple things for him, which you've told him time and time again you don't need him to escort you whilst you go get his suit cleaned. "What if a villain stops you?" he had said in response, which you rolled your eyes. What villain is stopping a person carrying a suit?

Brings you homemade food, "Better than the shit they serve in the cafeteria."

"But it's your... cafeteria?" You had replied with, which he scowled at. Just accept his gift! You sit with him in his office, and he again told you it's just better to sit somewhere where no one will bother you with shit. You can't deny that the number of times Red Riot had gently accosted you into getting his morning coffee for him the next day was getting ridiculous. He gets butterflies when you don't realise he's watching, humming appreciatively at the way the food melts on your tongue and you're smiling even if you don't realise it.

The lingering touches take some time for him to build up to, what if you think he's a creep? What if that's the final straw and you file a complaint? He doesn't want that to happen, but then he notices how you naturally stand closer to him. So close in fact he could tuck you safely under his arm and let you bask in the warmth you're clearly seeking. His hand always hovers just at the small of your back when you're talking to him in the corridor, telling him about his recent phone call with the prime minister.

His fingers glide through your hair when he helps you clear some of the snow that had fallen fresh that morning, your eyes are wide and you're so close to him that he has to physically stop himself from kissing the coldness away from your lips.

He's just so in love with his little assistant, and he hopes you feel the same way too.

#— alex has mail !#— user anon #— bkg drabble #bakugou x reader

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magentadiamondau · 4 months

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Oh damn! How far are you into this comic? That's some pretty clean line work!

Mod Omni: Whhhhaaa? You call that clean?! That's just me slapping some loose sketches on a grey background with a cinema format! Hfhsdjklhfs

I'm not too far into the comic tbh. I usually bounce between different scenarios/plot points in my sketches and see what sticks.

I'm done with the next update, it's in the cinema format with the black bars fully colored/shaded/highlighted.

What's holding me back rn is that I'm legit redoing one of the old SU backgrounds so that it matches SU: Future. Have a look at my progress!

Original SU background:

My WIP of the Steven Universe Future version of this background.

I will be extending it out in another document to finish it as a whole. It's currently in the CSP file with the next update pieces. (and boy is it lagging)

You all may call me crazy now lol. What can I say- I'm a perfectionist!

#magenta diamond au #extras #current wip #steven universe #omni art #steven universe au #magentadiamondau #comic #artists on tumblr #there's a saying: if you don't have what you need- then you make it yourself~ haha

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ichorai · 2 years

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stork & owl ; steven grant.

track four of DEAR SCIENCE.

pairing ; steven grant x museum tour guide!gn!reader

synopsis ; you often walked around with a storm cloud hanging over your head. good thing steven always carried an umbrella.

words ; 2.8k

themes ; fluff, slight angst, museum au, tour guide au

warnings / includes ; light profanity, mentions of a past break up, talks of egyptian mythology, you and steven are NERDS, flustered steven being infatuated with you <3 and reader has it rough rn :( this fic is set a bit before episode one of mk !!

main masterlist.

Steven thought you were rather beautiful. Both in the physical and the metaphorical sense. He enjoyed watching you a lot, observing the way you’d gnaw on your bottom lip whenever you were in deep thought, or the way your eyebrows would twitch downwards just a bit when you were engaged in a conversation you would rather not be a part of. There was this expression that he was most fond of—the one where your eyes would light up with awe-struck wonder when you spoke to the tour group about the wonders of the museum, clear passion seeping through your tone.

But that expression would seldom appear. You were a pretty closed off person—sure, you were civil towards your coworkers, but Steven didn’t really know anything about you.

So it was a shock in it of itself when Steven found himself forming a little crush on the museum’s lead tour guide.

It was small at first, starting when he began listening in on your tour sessions. Gradually, he began seeking you out on purpose, finding himself taking the same lunch hour break as you just so he’d be able to see you more often. You didn’t speak much, and that made Steven all the more curious about you.

A part of him wondered if you ever even noticed him. You’d never really acknowledged his presence, other than that one time you bumped into him on your way to the bathroom, muttering a quiet sorry under your breath before moving along. Steven thought you had the prettiest eyes—he’d stood rooted at the spot for two whole minutes after you were gone, just thinking about the colors of your irises and how they gleamed with the light, until Donna yelled at him to get back to work.

It was soon revealed to him that you weren’t a fan of Donna either. He hadn’t heard the entire conversation between you and his boss, but he caught sight of the way your nose wrinkled in distaste, and you calmly gritted out, “Stay out of my business, please.” You then made your way out of the gift shop, brushing past him in the process. You smelled good—something fresh and slightly minty that Steven would give anything to drown himself into.

The next day, you appeared through the doors disheveled, dark bags adorning your weary eyes and clothes seeming a little rumpled. Steven still thought you looked radiant—in fact, he didn’t think there’d ever be a situation in which you wouldn’t look good. After all, he was no stranger to appearing unkempt. Absent-mindedly, Steven carded a hand through his dark curls, trying to get them out of his face.

When one of the museum curators, a handsome chap with dark skin and round glasses, had come up to you holding a thick file of papers and wearing a clean, pressed suit jacket, you shot him a nasty glare, eyebrows quirking downwards like they usually did. Rumor had it that the two of you were exes and had dated way back in the day, but Steven didn’t really like to think about it. You were too good for him, anyway.

He hadn’t meant to overhear your conversation with him.

“Y/N,” the man said, near dripping with contempt. “I need you to review these plans for museum renovations. Tell me what you think by tomorrow—it’s not like you’ve got anything better to do.”

“I’m the lead tour guide for one of the largest museums in England, you think I just sit on my ass all day?” you protested, eyes sharp and tongue even sharper. “Ask someone else and stop bothering me, will you? I feel like you forget we’re not in a relationship anymore, Dev.”

With that, you set your jaw, leaving the agitated curator behind. He called out after you, “I’m the one that broke up with you, of course I didn’t forget!”

Anger bubbled through Steven’s veins. How dare he speak to you like that? He gulped loudly when Dev swiveled his gaze over to the gift shop, immediately averting his gaze elsewhere, awkwardly whistling out a broken tune.

The day passed on otherwise uneventfully—that is, until you showed up in front of the cash register near closing time with an uneasy posture.

Oh, you were very pretty. Nevermind your windblown state, you were breath-takingly beautiful. Everything—from the slope of your nose, to the curve of your cupid’s bow, to the way you held yourself with such dignity despite the fatigue evident in your expression. Steven not only admired you, but he respected you, and respect was hard to come by these days.

“Hi. Erm, what can I do for you?” Steven nervously asked, drumming his fingers against the counter.

Wordlessly, you placed a falcon plushie beside the cashier, fiddling with the beaded bracelet around your wrist.

“Horus?” Steven asked, picking up the toy to run it over the scanner. “God of the sky. One of my favorites, actually.”

For the first time, your eyes lifted from the ground to meet with his. There it was—that expression that Steven loved so much. The gentle curiosity in your gaze made him feel so warm yet so cold at the same time.

“Interesting,” you rasped, blinking at him in surprise. It pleased him to see no downwards quirk in your brows. “It’s quite the paradox, really—he’s considered to transcend the mortal understanding of morality, yet he’s known as a protector.”

Excitement bubbled in his chest. “Yes, I’ve always thought about that! His symbol was used to protect the pharaohs—it’s often confused with the Eye of Ra. Whereas Ra stems from fear of violence and represents the sun, Horus represents the moon and gets its powers from deflecting evil forces.” He paused in his quick words, nearly wincing. “Sorry, I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, I’m sure you know all about it already.”

“I do,” you admitted, bobbing your head once. “But it’s nice to hear it from someone else.”

Good God, if Steven wasn’t careful, he might’ve found himself already infatuated with you. That small smile twitching the corner of your lips upwards certainly didn’t help his predicament.

Your gaze flickered down to his name tag. “Well, Steven, thank you. I was having a pretty bad day honestly—thought I’d get myself this to cheer me up.”

Without thinking it through first, Steven found himself blurting out, “I heard Dev speaking to you earlier. I didn’t mean to, really. I know it’s not my place to say anything, but he’s a right wanker, he is. Don’t listen to arseholes like him—you deserve a lot better.”

A part of Steven wished a hole would open up beneath him and swallow him completely. Why would he say that? Stupid, stupid, stupid—!

“That’s… I really needed to hear that, Steven.” You blew out a shaky breath, and he was partially mortified to find your eyes glossed over with a layer of shiny, unshed tears. “Maybe I’ll come by later this week and you could tell me more about Horus.”

Steven felt himself flush hotly. “It’s a date!” he said, so flustered that he completely forgot the motor functions in his arms and had to hastily shove them into his pockets. “I’m here…” He trailed off in uncertainty, recalling all the times he’d been late to work and other blacked-out days he’d just entirely forgotten. “I’m here most of the time. I’d love to see you here again.”

You broke out into a smile—the kind you try repressing but you just can’t no matter how hard you try. Heavens, Steven wouldn’t be surprised if he’s already in love with you. He could just feel it.

“See you later, Steven.” You saluted him with two fingers as you started walking out of the gift shop and he swore he nearly melted into a puddle as soon as you turned away.

It rained the next day. Cold and misty; a natural lullaby to his ears. Steven pulled out his umbrella, yawning behind a fist as he shucked it open, stepping out of the museum with a quiet goodbye to the night shift security guard.

Much to his delighted surprise, you were outside, huffing in annoyance as you crammed all sorts of files and papers into your bag, looking like you were preparing to run out through the pelting shower.

“Y/N?” he asked, tilting his head and gesturing to his umbrella. “You okay, love? Need some help? It’s raining pretty hard.”

When your eyes shifted upwards, Steven nearly felt his knees buckle. Just what were you so gorgeous for? As he walked closer to you, he noticed that you looked slightly less disorderly than you did yesterday, but your eyes still held the same distress.

“That’d be amazing, Steven. Thank you so much.”

“Of course! I’m honored to be your knight in shining… wrinkled button-ups.” He chuckled sheepishly before shooting you a sweet beam, shifting so that the umbrella would hover over the both of you. You could only fix your eyes to the wet ground so he couldn’t see your own flustered smile. The two of you started walking forward towards your car, parked at the far end of the staff lot. “How was your day?”

“Oh, it was—” You were about to spew off the same old ‘it was fine’ crap you always did, but you stopped yourself. Steven was different—you didn’t want to lie to him. “Not so good, honestly. Looking forward to getting back home and watching Star Wars or something before going to bed.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Steven said, genuinely. “Dev being a pain, again, innit?”

Humming in confirmation, you nodded once. “Same old, same old.”

“Did you say Star Wars? I love the movies—I much prefer the older ones, though. Can’t beat the classics, I always say.” The two of you were now just standing in front of your car, and you didn’t really want to get in if it meant having to say goodbye to Steven.

“You’re just perfect, aren’t you?” you said quietly, looking towards him with such raw affection that it shocked Steven into a spluttering mess. He hadn’t ever seen you wear this expression before—not even for the darling kids that chatted your ears off during your tours. “First, Egyptian mythology and now nerdy franchises, too. Not to mention you’re quite handsome.”

“You think I’m handsome?” Steven was far beyond comprehension at this point, his mind whirling with an amalgamation of delight and confusion.

When you laughed, all tinkling and breezy, utter ambrosia for his ears, Steven could feel his heart give away. This was it, he was going to flat-line and pass away in the rain from utter happiness.

You didn’t grace him with a response, as if the very question to his physical appeal was absurd because of course he was handsome to you. In a way, it was quite similar to how he felt for you.

“Thank you. I, uhm, I think you’re handsome, too,” he stumbled over his own words, shuffling forward slightly—so close that he could see every minuscule detail of your face. The small scar over your nose bridge, the birthmark to the left of your eye, the way your teeth worried over the plush flesh of your bottom lip. “I think you’re beautiful. No, no. I know you’re beautiful. You are beautiful.”

It took everything you had within yourself not to grab him by his shirt collar and surge forward, slanting your lips over his. Kissing in the rain, like in those cheesy romance movies—Steven would’ve lost his damn mind. “You’re a sweetheart, Steven. How are you getting home?”

“Oh, I’ll be taking the bus back to my flat,” he said, fumbling with his grip on the umbrella within such close proximity to you.

“Do you want a lift?”

Steven being in the same car as you for longer than five minutes? He’d probably spontaneously combust into flames. “I wouldn’t want to be any trouble—”

“It’s no trouble at all,” you assured, opening the car door for him. “Hop in.”

Not wanting to protest any further, Steven shot you a grateful grin before ducking in, and you quickly ran around to the other side, your smile so wide that your cheeks burned from the unfamiliar stretch. It’d been a while since you smiled so hard for so long.

“Thank you, again.” Steven’s heart was pounding against his rib cage so fervently he wouldn’t be surprised if the muscle just burst right out of his chest. Even your car smelled like you.

“Anytime,” you said easily, starting your car up smoothly. “There’s just something about you, Steven. I don’t give car rides to just anyone, you know.”

Steven caught sight of the crescent moon-shaped car fresheners hanging from the mirror, jostling as you drove over the uneven roads of London. He smiled softly. “To be honest, I’ve noticed you for a while now. Just never worked up the courage to come and speak to you.”

“I’m glad I bought that Horus plushie, then,” you hummed, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel. “Where to?”

As Steven told you where to go, you drove into the streets, the pitter-patter of rain filling in the comfortable silence. Slightly hesitant to break the tranquility, Steven spoke soft and slow. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but are you… okay? These past few days you’ve been…” The words on his tongue died off, unsure of how to articulate his thoughts without somehow coming off offensive.

“I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or flattered that you’ve noticed. It’s been rough,” you admitted quietly, stopping at a red light, but not taking your eyes off the road. Steven did notice how your fingers curled tighter over the steering wheel, though. “It’s hard to sleep sometimes.”

“Don’t I know it,” Steven agreed, nodding emphatically.

You shot him a quick glance of amusement before continuing, “Everybody just seems… against me, you know? Donna, Dev, my folks at home. Call it paranoia, but it’s just this constant onslaught of feeling like everyone has it out to get you. Everybody but you, I suppose. It’s like everybody’s raining down on me for every little mistake but you’re the only one who brings an umbrella.” You gestured to the umbrella he had slotted against his leg by the car door. “Quite literally.”

“You know what?” Steven threw out any prior inhibitions and decided to be upfront with you. You deserved that, at least. “I really like you, Y/N. A bit more than I should, considering we barely know each other. But I really do like you.”

“I like you, too,” you uttered through a relieved grin, much to his delight. Slowly, you turned the corner and stopped in front of his apartment. Steven wished he didn’t have to get out, that he could just stay in the car with you forever.

The flickering orange streetlights cast an amber glow over his features, pretty shadows elongated over his handsome visage. Your eyes traced over his dark curls hanging messily over his forehead, looking as if they’ve been carded through a million times today. His dark eyes, tired but exuberant all the same, and dilated with pure affection just for you.

“Maybe we could rewatch the old Star Wars movies together. If you’re up for that,” he suggested, a hopeful glint in his irises.

A huff of a laugh fell from your lips and Steven just soaked it up. If he could hear you make that sound at least once every day, he’d die a happy man.

“It’s a date,” you softly murmured, parroting exactly what he had said the day before. “I’m free this weekend. Do you have a number I could—?”

Before you could even finish the question, Steven was already rifling through his pockets for his phone with sudden vigor, handing it to you so you could type in your number. You handed it back to him with a jubilant smile painted golden over your lips once you keyed it in.

God, you were just so beautiful without even trying. How’d he ever get so lucky?

Steven really didn’t want to leave the car, but he pushed open the door nonetheless, murmuring a sweet ‘good night, love’ to you before ducking under the onslaught of rain and sprinting into the building. In his haste, it didn’t occur to him that he’d accidentally forgotten his umbrella in your car, but it was alright. He’d want you to have it, anyways.

After all, he’d give you the moon if you asked.

#steven grant x reader #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight x reader #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant #steven grant fanfic #moon knight fanfic #steven grant drabbles #steven grant imagines #steven grant scenarios #steven grant fluff #moon knight drabbles #moon knight imagines #moon knight fluff #marvel fanfiction #moon knight steven #moon knight steven grant

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deathianartworks · 7 months

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Do you have any coloring tips? I'm trying to get better at coloring but it's hard :/ everything looks so out of place and I lose motivation fast

Of course!

By no means am I an expert on this (I still forget to choose a light source 90% of the time) but here's a few things that I do when I'm colouring something digitally. Remember these are all individual to the way I make art so they may not all be applicable to yours and are simply me explaining how I do colours, not a tutorial for all colouring styles.

Buckle up folks, this one's a long one (sorry in advance!!)

Here goes nothing.

Losing motivation is totally normal and okay, take a break if you need it, maybe send it to some friends for some hyping up (art servers full of other artists are great for this!). Colours ain't gonna look perfect first time you try to do them, I never put down a colour that I like first time, it takes some messing around and asking friends for me to get them down.

So don't feel pressured to get them perfect in the beginning, that rarely happens!

Here's a mini explanation of how I do my colours, hope it will help a little :)

1) GET THOSE BASE COLOURS IN!!

It doesn't matter if they're not exactly what you're going for rn, go with roughly the colour you want and start there! Personally, I do big blotches of colour just to get something down on the page as this helps me want to actually finish it. Then you clean up those edges so they're all in their correct spaces.

I've found that working on a neutral mid-tine grey background helps you see the colours best at the start so all of my 'paper' starts off grey when working digitally.

Here's the example I'm going to be using (this is from the ghost files fanart I'm working on)

2) ADJUST THOSE COLOURS!!

So, now you've got those colours down, you can adjust them to be roughly how you want them to look. If you're unsure on what colours look best together, you can either take some time out, find some YouTube channels and learn a little about colour theory... OR you could grab some colour pallettes from online and have a play around with gradient maps or simply placing the colours in yourself. There's no shame in using resources like those, that's literally what they're there for.

I didn't need to do this on this drawing as I was happy with the colour selection. This is because I chose the background colour and simply adjusted the hue and saturation slightly until I got the colours I wanted. This is my general technique for choosing colours as my work tends to be fairly similarly coloured (browns, oranges, reds, yellows with hints of purple)

3) ✨SHADING✨

Right, well done! You've got your base colours in.

...but oh god, what now?? They look so flat and lifeless, what shall you do?!

This, my friend, is where shading comes in. It's both a way of telling the viewers where the light and shadows are, can change the mood of the drawing, can change what we feel about a character or it can just look real pretty but shading and lighting does all sorts of fun things to a drawing.

If your style is more simple and doesn't require shading/has minimal shading: apply this tip to any shading you do have and don't forget the importance of rim lighting in simpler styles.

For shading both skin and clothes, I use the original colour, shift it down into a darker shade and on the colour wheel I shift it down too (eg. shading green with blue, red with purple) sometimes you can shift that even further to create similar shading to the one above, where I shaded orange/brown with pinks/purple's.

The principle is the same with highlights but like,,, opposite. Shift everything up, shade browns with yellows, blues with greens, etc.

SIDENOTE ON HOW I COLOUR SKIN:

Okay so, these next two paragraphs are based entirely from what I've learnt during studies and aren't rules, just simply how I do it.

For lighter skin tones, I tend to start from one of the lightest colours and shade darker, like you would if you were working with something like watercolours. This allows you to build up shadows in areas of darkness. Once you've done the shadows, you can then go in and add highlights and lighter sections where necessary.

For darker skin tones, I tend to start at one of the darkest values, as dark skin tends to reflect light differently to light skin. Then I add lighter shades in sections that the light would reflect. You can add shadows too, I tend to add them if the drawing still feels flat after doing the highlights.

3) OVERLAY + MULTIPLY LAYERS ARE YOUR BEST FRIEND

These things are literally lifesavers for me, I love an overlay layer.

I can't really explain what they actually do so I'm not even gonna try, just play around with them. But using a purple/blue multiply layer and erasing where the light hits, that makes the illusion of full shading without the same effort of painting in the shades.

Overlay layers are 100% a 'fuck around and find out' resource, I tend to use red and pink overlay layers as my colours tend to be more desaturated and this helps with brightening them up. However they can also be used to change the genre/mood of the drawing, like this:

These two drawings are the exact same. There's no difference between them other than an overlay gradient map layer in green or sepia. (These gradient maps are built into clip studio paint, I'm not sure about other programs)

But the whole vibe is completely different. So yeah, fuck around with different colour schemes and overlay layers (the bi flag colours are a great choice for experimenting with overlays as the colours are naturally very harmonious so maybe start there.)

You can also try a noise later for a bit of texture, it's my go-to fix it for any drawing ngl

Uhhhhh, yeah. That was lengthier than I expected, hope it helps even in the slightest. As I said at the top, I am by no means an expert and am still figuring things out myself, so just fuck around and find out.

Bye now!

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