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warenwild · 8 months
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✧Tell me a story 👁
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neja-vu · 1 year
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Language seems limited in comparison to our eye’s capacity for communication. #eyes #browneyes #browneyedgirl #eye #eyepainting #watercoloreyes #watercoloreyes #watercolor #watercolorpainting #watercolorpaint #watercolorartist #watercolorartwork #watercolorart https://www.instagram.com/p/Co9mxuEyY0S/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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kadzhie1 · 1 year
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- #artoftheday #art #artist #artwork #artlover #artlover #artgallery #artofinstagram #painting #acrylicpainting #eyepainting (at Jakarta, Indonesia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoKMIGzLyXw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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"Longing" Mix Media Oil and Acrylics on Scretched Canvas 68 x 98 cm Large Canvas Artist: @belizenuri #artistchallengeoftheweek #artchallengejolaf #oiloncanvas #oilart #oiloncanvaspainting #canvaspainting #artchallange2022 #mixmediapainting #mixmediacanvas #mixmediaarts #eyepainting #eyeoilpainting #eyeoilpaintstudy #eyestudy #eyestudypaint #paintingforsale #paintingoftheday #painter #paitingoftheday #paintingchallenge5 #paintingof #paintingforsaleonline #artgallery #artcollect #artcollectors #oilart #oilartistsoninstagram #oilartwork #oilartists #oilchallange30days #acrylicpainting #acrylicpainting #mixmediaart https://www.instagram.com/p/CnSWizus8hT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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heathertriesart · 1 year
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Wanted to repurpose a wrecked canvas and made this sunny eye pattern thing.
Painting is not my strongest medium but I'm growing and trying to do more of the things that intimate me.
She'll do. (。・ω・。)
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gloriyaart · 2 years
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Floating~~~ Mix media abstract realistic portrait painting on paper #mixmediaportrait #mixmediapainting #portraitpainting #eyepainting #portraitartist #portraitart #portraitcommission #portraitonpaper #mixmediaonpaper #contemporarypainting #contemporaryart #abstractportrait #abstractrealism (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChnGP_jPRih/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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tevfikozan · 2 years
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I enjoy drawing and painting anatomy. And watercolor is definitely my medium to play with. ☺️🎨 #watercolor #çizim #suluboya #watercolour #anatomydrawing #eyelashes #eyepainting #watercolorpainting #suluboyatekniği #schminckefan #suluboyaresim #aquarelle_cafe #aquarelle #acquarello #watercolorlovers #акварель #ярисую #художник #акварельныйрисунок #nordiskaakvarellmuseet #watercolor_daily #peinture #artdenmark #watercolor_gallery #akvarell #suluboyatablo #suluboyaçalışması #watercolor_planet #davinci_artistbrushes_official #watercolor_blog @cansonturkiye @cansonpaper @davinci_artistbrushes_official @schmincke_official (Ankara, Turkey) https://www.instagram.com/p/CY4HFQ3odNH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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kalabhumi · 2 years
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Learn how to make a Creative Realistic Eyes- Kalabhumi Top Fine Art Institute
Delhi. Online Tutorial
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myriskelashes · 1 year
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menorahstationery · 2 years
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Done on @menorah.stationery 300GSM 100% cotton watercolor pad.⁠ Done by @purple.charcoal
•100% Vegan Product – No Animal Gelatin
•100% Cold-pressed cotton and cylinder mould-made paper
•Internally and externally sized
•Best choice for watercolour paintings, Acrylics, Gouache, Tempera, Poster color, photo inks etc.
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dashofghost · 2 months
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explosions
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when an explosion goes off in the field, simon's mask comes off
part of the unmasked!simon universe
next part
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The explosion rocks your entire world, literally. You spit up blood as you push yourself up on your elbows, a dull throbbing blooming behind your eyes as you force them open. The sunlight blaring in your eyes dims for a second, and your head lulls back of its own accord as a dark shadow looms over you. Ghost. 
His lips move, and you hear the words behind a veil of ringing and dust. They’re muted, like he’s speaking underwater. You try to push yourself to your feet, but your head spins and you land back on your elbows. 
Something sticky clings to your uniform. You move to wipe it away, and the fluid soaks your hand, strangely warm. When you bring it up in front of your face, you find it soaked in blood.
Your head swims, and something grabs your arm, tethering you to the rough ground underneath you. You cough, watching as more blood splatters across your uniform. You hear Ghost swear as he crouches beside you, yelling something about a medic into his radio. 
“Stay with me, private,” he orders gruffly. His brows are furrowed in determination as he presses one of hands against the wound in your side that you’ve just begun to feel, the adrenaline starting to wear off. 
You see it before he does: a shell dropping out of the sky, landing with an innocent clink. You cough again, trying to clear your throat, desperately pulling at Ghost’s sleeve. 
“Ghost,” you choke out, blood coating your gums, “there’s a-”
He throws himself over you as the second explosion detonates: rocks swirl through the air and the ground ripples like waves. Ghost’s eyes screw shut, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he braces himself. 
Wait. His lips?
As the aftershocks set in, you lookup and realize that Ghost’s mask is gone. 
He’s just as shocked as you are: the black eyepaint setting off the confusion in his dark eyes, framed with pale blond lashes. His cheekbones are set regally high, between them, a nose that’s been broken at least a few times. Scars and freckles sweep across his cheek, ending at his too-full bottom lip. The wind whips honey strands across his forehead, back towards his ears, into his eyes. 
“You’re blond,” you cough out. Ghost’s hand reaches up, pressing into his bare skin, splaying out over his hollowed cheeks. He looks like he’s touching it for the first time, lashes almost brushing his cheek as he looks down. He cradles his cheek, covering as much of his face as he can. Caught between devotion and destruction. 
“Yeah,” he mutters. His fingers push harder against your wound, gloves soaked with blood as he swears again, and you notice his teeth toying with his lips again. 
The roar of a helicopter rings out from the sky, and Ghost’s head whips around. His fingers skitter across the ground to scoop up his balaclava, shaking as he pulls it back over his head. It’s messy and out of place and his soft look of shock is tattooed into your brain. 
You cling to his neck as he picks you up, eyes squinting against the roar of the blades as Ghost carries you to the helicopter. The sound goes in and out: one moment, you can hear Ghost's voice booming frantically as he wraps a bandage around you, the next, only a ringing silence. The chopper bleeds in and out of focus as you start to hyperventilate, head throbbing. 
The last thing you remember is Ghost gripping your hand. 
When you open your eyes, Ghost is there.
He’s curled up in a medbay chair he’s way too big for, head lolling against his chest. He’s stripped out of his gear, wearing only basic issue cargo pants and a black thermal top. His mask is still on, though his eyepaint is lighter. 
His face flashes before your eyes again. 
You shift, and his eyes snap open. He looks around for a second before his eyes land on you, and he pushes his chair next to your bed. 
“Hey, love,” he whispers, and you shift onto your side, facing him. You try to control the blush fanning out over your cheeks: if only you didn’t have the biggest crush on your own lieutenant. 
“Your face,” you blurt out, “I’m sorry. I didn’t…I didn’t mean to see it,” you trail off, and Simon snorts, brows pinching together.
“Get nicked in the side and the first thing you do is start fuckin’ apologizing,” he grumbles, “s’not your fault, lovie. Besides,” he starts, lowering his head, “if there’s anyone I’d want to know what I look like, it’d be you.”
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this is shit I swear I can write better than this. more updates soon.
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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 ~ 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 '𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭' 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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Summary: It's become a ritual at this point for Simon to ask you to help with his eyepaint before a mission, but that might just be an excuse for him to hold you close before he must become 'Ghost' once more. OR Simon just needs some extra tender loving, and we're here to give that to him :)) Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader (No pronouns used!) Word Count: 1.0K words Warnings: None! Unless you're allergic to fluff I suppose :p Author's Note: I CANNOT get enough of this man, and this prompt came to me in a dream haha. It's just very very soft Simon, hope you enjoy!!
The sun sat low in the sky, painting the world in a soft golden light just outside the windows of your room. It was a shame you couldn’t admire it in its entirety, instead having to busy yourself with packing your gear for the upcoming mission with 141 in the next 3 hours.
Gloves, ammo, med kit… you mentally checked off in your head despite knowing that with how long you’ve been doing this, packing your kit was like stating the alphabet.
Zipping up the final pocket, the final run-through was interrupted by three short knocks on your door.
Making your way over, you open the door and are met with the hulking figure of Ghost himself, his regular black balaclava and intimidating skull mask replaced with a simpler skull one.
“Simon! Didn’t know you’d be coming by so soon,” you say with a smile, gesturing for him to come in. He does so without hesitation, only humming lowly in response.
He takes note of your outfit, still not yet in tactical gear. Fuzzy yellow socks paired with shorts and one of his sweaters. While you were by no means the tiniest person on the planet, his clothes never managed to make you look like anything but.
‘Cute’ he thought to himself. There was a reason your callsign was ‘Sol’ after all, with you being the bright light of the task force, a glow that rivalled the sun itself. It also meant you burn just as strongly, your proficiency on the battlefield was very proof of that.
He sits down on your bed as if it were his own, which, at this point it practically was. If you weren’t in his room then he was in yours.
You and Simon had been dating for years now, going on 4 years next month. You had both met even before the task force was created, when you were nothing more than a private and he was a Sergeant climbing through the ranks. It was a slow but steady path to get to where you both were now, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Just look at the man, anyone would do the same.
“Pack all your things for the mission yet?” you ask, stepping into the space between his legs. He only grasped your hips and pulled you in closer.
“Yeah, though I am missing one thing, figured you could help me with it,” he says before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pot of black paint paired with a brush.
You only grin in response, taking them into your own hands.
“Always,” you reply.
It was practically a ritual now, every time you had a mission Simon would get you to do his eyepaint. It was a simple little task, but no less intimate. It served as a grounding before you headed into the heat of battle, allowed for a moment to simply be close, to exist in each others space before you both had to become ‘Ghost’ and ‘Sol’.
You situated yourself down on his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist, the warmth of his large hands seeping through your clothes.
Placing the paint down in your lap for a moment, you return your focus back to him.
“This okay?” you ask softly as your fingers brushed over the edge of his balaclava. Simon only nods slightly. While you couldn’t remember the last time he didn’t allow you to take it off, you still asked every time without fail. It was the least you could do, after all he’s been through.
Tugging off the mask you’re met with his beautiful face. As though crafted by the hands of the Gods himself he glowed in the light of the sun, stealing your breath away.
No matter how many times you’ve seen his face over the years, your reaction never changes.
Brushing your fingers over his face lightly, you pull him close for a tender kiss. No heat or passion, simply love, as though to say “I’m here, as are you. Us, together.” Pulling away, you smile as you look into his honeyed eyes, the love you held for him mirrored in his own.
“Let’s get to it, yeah?” you say.
“Let’s,” Simon murmurs quietly.
Opening up the pot of paint you get to work. No words are said between the two of you, and there didn’t need to be. Instead, you both bask in the comfortable silence and the presence of each other.
With gentle strokes, you apply the black paint, the first of many steps it takes to turn back into ‘Ghost’ when all he had to be was ‘Simon’ with you here on base. But that was the way your worlds worked, it was living two different lives. And while both were your true selves, they remained separate, neither persona belonging in the other’s world.
Methodically you tilt his head back and forth for even application across his eyes while he only relished in your soft touch, eyes closed in domestic bliss.
After a few minutes you were done, and you tapped his cheek with a finger playfully.
“Alright, all done big guy,” you say, but Simon doesn’t move to get up. He only opens his eyes momentarily before pulling you into a hug.
Pulling you as close as you could possibly get, his fingers tangled gently through your hair as he buried his face into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply.
“Simon! You’ll smudge the face paint,” you said with a laugh, “and get it all over my neck. You have any idea how hard it is to get off?” you admonished teasingly, but Simon only shushed you softly.
“Just…let me do this for a moment, love,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically soft. While Simon was sometimes a man of few words, when he spoke he was heard.
“Okay,” you respond, wrapping your arms around him as best you could before also tangling your fingers through his soft blond hair.
You both just sat there holding each other for a little while as the sun continued to set behind you. As the day transitioned into night, and before you both had to turn back into ‘Ghost’ and ‘Sol’ once more.
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kadzhie1 · 1 year
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- #artoftheday #art #artist #artwork #artlover #artgallery #artofinstagram #painting #acrylicpainting #eyepainting (at Jakarta, Indonesia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoKL2A3LTw_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Eye study Oil on paper Artist: @belizenuri #artoftheday #eyepainting #oilpainting #artgallery #oilart https://www.instagram.com/p/CmwGcXbMTnY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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gloriyaart · 2 years
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Swipe for closeups👉 Tap on the profile to see more!💥❤ Saves and shares are appreciated💞 #abstracteye #abstractrealism #contemporaryart #contemporarypainting #contemporaryartist #eyepainting #eyesketch #greenpainting #redpainting #brushstrokes #boldstrokes #dichromaticeyes #portraitpainting #acrylicpainting #paintingonpaper (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChcjLUFvPhV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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