#watercolor loose flowers

[takethispotion]

Kim melting over flowers once again, now in watercolors! It was a part of a little comic you can find here. I wanted to practice with watercolors some more and this looked like a good excuse to do that :>

#kim loosing his composure for a moment is just aaaaaaa #kim goes >< #give kim some flowers he deserves it #give some love to that man #discoelysium #disco elysium #disco elysium fanart #de fanart #lieutenant kim kitsuragi #kimkitsuragi #kim kitsuragi #kimharry #harrykim #watercolor art #art #watercolor #my art

[crow-with-a-pencil]

Moon moon moon moon moon moon

#my ârt #fnaf daycare attendant #what the hell it's been days since I've drawn the bois #moondrop #aauaauoohohuuhaiouhhjhau #I've been sketching with this wet charcoal brush lately and wanted to see how it would look as the actual lineart #I like it it helps me stay loose #figured out the posing during class with the skrungliest sketch of all time #I remembered the ribbons this time are you proud of me #one of those days when I just don't have the energy for accuracy #fnaf #also I practiced watercolor today and felt like using some poppy colors #had a grilled cheese and a nap too it's been a nice day #if you read this far I'm handing you a flower

[clairelelouparts]

Aquarelles Sennelier sur papier aquarelle Clairefontaine.

#traditional art #illustration #illustration art #aquarelle #watercolor #painting #peinture #art #loose painting #original art #intuitive painting #flowers #flower painting #floral #floral watercolor #nature lovers #nature inspired

[pattokarts]

The first painting after Peachtober ✅ & it's completely different to how I'd usually paint thanks to a tutorial made by Ohn Mar on the Hahnemühle Youtube channel 🥰💙 It's been years since I last used my ink & dip pen but it was so much fun (even though the ink was not really flowing well in the beginning), I'm considering to maybe integrate it back into my paintings? 🙃💙

#watercolor #painting #flowers #loose florals #watercolor and ink #artist #art #artists on tumblr #traditional art #watercolour art #nature

[artsie-rosie]

I think I'm addicted to making these mini botanical watercolors!

#watercolors #my art #artsierosie #loose florals #botanical #flowers #cute #traditional art

[goonies-chun]

最近發生的事 像是一部收視率過低的影集 硬生生被喊卡 直接把主角給寫死了 就是這麼的突然

事到如今 斷捨離是必要的 不得不面對 無法外出的日子 在家練練瓶花 好像用爛紙比較放得開（？

買了一支玻璃筆 之前沒什麼機會用 試過後的想法是水分流失太快 不好畫 比較適合沾墨水書寫或是小圖插畫

留白的技巧還有待加強 古典的色彩 看起來較沈穩 不過目前都還不是真的想要的樣子 再試試吧

#創作 #drawing #artwork #creative #artist #塵粒群 #watercolors #watercolor painting #flowers #loose painting #artists #artists on tumblr #painting #creatives #creativity #still life #靜物 #花卉 #瓶花 #寫意 #水彩 #水彩画 #藝術 #藝術家

[h0neyfreak]

My latest art student wants to learn to paint with watercolors (specifically flowers) and I am primarily an oil painter so if anyone has any tips on beginner watercolor projects/how to teach watercolors to a teenager….please help.

Also this is through a nonprofit so supplies are limited. They have a mid range pan palette and I sent good paper and brushes etc. but I only have the standard technical abilities not a whole lot of artistic vision/flair for the medium. Also also this is all virtual.

#I use watercolor for sketches or just to play around but I’m not really a watercolor artist #my plan is to spend the first day playing around with different techniques and getting used to the supplies #then day 2 we will do some composition studies/sketches and practice some flowers #day 3 we will sketch the full piece and apply drawing gum and make the background #and then day 4 we finish the flowers #obviously all very loose and open to change #mine #text post #watercolor #watercolour art #watercolourpainting #watercolor painting

[agalova]

Continuing my loose watercolor flower trend

Loose lilacs, Jacquelyn Block I decided that I am enjoying the challenge of loosening up my watercolor paintings and decided to continue my floral theme this week with a loose lilac rendition. The loose style is still a challenge for me. I have never been a fast painter- truthfully fast has never been an adjective used to describe me. My first grade teacher would write “Pokey Jackie” on the…

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#abstract art #art #bloganuary #bloganuary-2024-29 #color #daily art #flowers #impressionistic #lilacs #loose painting #purple #water #watercolor

[artworkbyrese]

Loose watercolor sweet peas I made not too long ago as part of a watercolor challenge! Like my art? I have a shop where I sell originals and prints.

Get 20% off your order when you use code TUMBLR20 at checkout.

#artworkbyrese #black artists on tumblr #black female artist #art #loose watercolor #flower art #flowers #watercolor art #watercolor flowers #florals #nature art #watercolor painting #watercolor illustration

[yasminacreates]

watercolor, colored pencil, & ink

#watercolor #watercolour illustration #floral #floral art #flowers #artists on tumblr #cute art #happy art #loose painting

[darkfuryturtle]

Hibiscus flowers

#watercolor painting #watercolors #art #hibiscus #floral #art on tumblr #art on paper #loose watercolor painting #negative painting #summer flowers #no witcher art this time #just enjoying my new watercolours

[aminathhaalaa]

Delicate roses

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Loose watercolor painting

#artists on tumblr #artoftheday #artwork #watercolor #watercolor painting #loose watercolor #floral #flower painting #roselover

[clairelelouparts]

Aquarelles @sennelier1887 sur papier aquarelle @clairefontaine_france.

#art #peinture #aquarelle #watercolor #intuitive painting #painting #loose painting #illustration #illustration art #fleurs #flowers #flower painting #nature lovers

[pattokarts]

I'm so ready for autumn, but at the same time don't wanna let go of all the pretty (wild)flowers yet: a compromise 🙃🌼🧡

#watercolor #painting #loose flowers #loose watercolor #art #artist #artists on tumblr #nature #traditional art #watercolour art #artblr #autumn #fall #autumnal

[merakiui]

AHHH i knew I'd mess up the request 😭 I would really love to have a flower bouquet from the miscellaneous menu, red velvet cupcakes and red mochi beans from midnight menu for my one and only Malleus 🖤 (I'd appreciate it if reader was an afab female)

yandere!malleus draconia x (female) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, non-con, nsfw, stalking, obsession, slight delusion note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

The beauty of humanity is transient in nature—so fleeting that one of unfathomed age might assume mortals are merely temporary phantasms crocheted into a celestial fiction. Most days it seems as though you are the untouchable human threads woven into a lively tapestry shielded by the toughest, sharpest of brambles. You are the very shape portrayed soft and precious in watercolor portraits, preserved within the haunted corridors of Malleus’s mind. Most days he wakes from poetic rumination and looks at you for who you are: a dear friend. A kind, clever child of man who is unafraid of crossing the threshold that divides humans from those with lengthened lifespans. You are, in every wondrous way, a mortal who continues to fascinate and amaze with your endearing peculiarities. 

Most days Malleus wonders if he could ever flawlessly imitate humanity in the way you do. Perhaps the idea is an impossibility or a childish dream fostered by his inherent need to stitch himself into your tapestry like a loose strand in search of a home. He can sketch your form in his mind every night—can follow your movements with eyes so green you may be smothered in their vibrancy—but he can never quite grasp the meaning of humanity. Although who could, really, when such an inquiry remains one of life’s greatest enigmas? Malleus surmises that is what makes the modern world in which he exists as curious as it is troublesome. 

There is beauty in tragedy. Malleus knows this well because all human life is tragic in some melancholic manner. But nothing can be more devastating than the raw emotions that entwine themselves through you, staining your expression in muted fear. Thankfully, it takes but a moment for the darkness to dispel itself, alight with yellow-green speckles that foretell a familiar presence. He offers you a pleasant smile through the window, not having considered you might still be awake at such an ungodly hour when he appeared for his usual visit to admire you while you lay motionless, wrapped in the sweetest of dreams. The little beast who often accompanies you—Grim—is curled on the bed, his furry frame moving up and down with each peaceful breath he takes.

There is beauty in the sincerity of relief. Malleus knows this well because when your shoulders relax and you slide the window up to greet him, all instances of horror having vanished from your delightful countenance, you look most ravishing. 

“You nearly gave me a heart attack, Horns. Don’t scare me like that!” 

Horns. It’s a cute, casual nickname—an alias that he wouldn’t have received had he not met you. It’s far more meaningful than the princely status draped across his shoulders, a reminder to all who see him of the destiny that awaits him—a destiny that distances him from others grandly. They seem to care about such a thing—as if it’s a thing so ominous—but you never mind it.

There is beauty in the thorns that pierce the heart. Malleus knows this well, for he stands at the edge of a love that just cannot bear any fruit, consumed in a shadow while he watches you enjoy the noisy company of friends and classmates. Malleus is not very partial to this, yet if it made you happy he would willingly melt into the darkness so that you may continue to spread your glorious light. 

“Oh?” His eyebrows raise curiously and he bends down to lean further into the open window, conscious of the sleek, obsidian-colored horns that curl upwards from his head. “I’m far from a medical practitioner, but I have heard that a good shock to the heart is one way to keep it beating. You need only give me a moment. I shall conjure a bolt strong enough to—”

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” you whisper hastily, shaking your head in a manner so wild it sparks amusement deep within his chest. 

“I jest.”

“I would hope so,” you retort, a smile spreading on your lips. “One shock from you and I don’t think I’d be standing in one piece.”

“Nonsense.” He dismisses you with a wave of his hand before pausing to truly consider it. “Well, I suppose in order to test such a theory you would need to incite my wrath first. Would you care to try?” 

“That’s a death wish! Is your sense of humor always so morbid, Horns?”

“Would you prefer otherwise?”

“Nah.” He blinks at you, and a chuckle spills from your lips. “It’s you, Horns. Morbid jests and all. I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

In that moment, Malleus thinks he wants nothing more than to have you, radiant smiles and all. 

There is beauty in trust. This is something Malleus knows well, for when Lilia handed him a cloth the color of a starlit sky and uttered something about acts of trust he understood the implications. Or perhaps the meaning evaded him; Lilia is always so cryptic. And so, once the moon has risen high, Malleus descends upon Ramshackle’s grounds to consult his wise, beautiful child of man.

“Acts of trust? Like trust falls?”

“Trust...falls?” Malleus repeats it with a furrowed brow. 

“It’s when someone falls backwards into the arms of another person, assuming that that person will catch them. It’s supposed to be a trust game.”

“Shall we play?” He withdraws the cloth from his vest pocket, running his fingers over the silky satin. “This game of trust humans are so fond of... It sounds most entertaining.”

“Oh, sure. Uh... I don’t think we need a blindfold for it, though.”

“I have recently learned of this ‘trust game’ from Lilia. One that involves relying on another to replace your sight.”

“Ah, I’ve heard of that one! We can try it.”

“Then allow me to be your eyes.” 

Your nod is immediate, and so Malleus flicks his wrist and the blindfold fastens itself around your eyes. You reach up to touch the fabric and giggle. 

“Make sure to guide me away from any furniture, okay?”

Though you’re unable to see it, Malleus smiles at you, a deceptive flicker in his gaze. The game begins innocently enough. Malleus leads you with honest intent, and even when you stumble he merely levitates furniture out of your way. You nearly take a nasty tumble when your foot catches on the rug, but he’s quick to cast a skillful spell that lifts you up out of harm’s way and lowers you gently upon the bed. Your hands curl into the sheets and you exhale a relieved sigh. 

“That was close. I almost fell.” When Malleus doesn’t respond, you sit up and move to take your blindfold off. Malleus places a hand upon your shoulder, guiding you back down. You flinch, arm stiffening in surprise. “W-Whoa! Seriously, Horns, you can’t keep scaring me like this!”

“There’s nothing to fear,” he assures you. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course. If it weren’t for you, I would’ve kissed the floorboards.”

Malleus nods, as if having expected this answer—it’s unsatisfactory for a reason he cannot list—and traces the path down your stomach, along your hips, to the waistband of your trousers. You seem so fragile in this moment, so vulnerable and so very in need of protection. He’s watched you long enough to know of the dangers you often find yourself in. You move to sit up again, but he looms over you, straddling you, and he thinks you can sense his towering presence. It’s that unique sixth sense he’s heard all humans secretly possess.

“H-Hold on. Wait. What...” You swallow thickly, remaining completely still. “What’re you doing, H-Horns?”

“Do you trust me?” he asks again. “You must trust me. I mean you no harm.”

“No... No, I really don’t right now. Can we stop? I want—” You squirm under him when his fingers curl around the waistband, tugging both your trousers and panties down slowly. He peers at the modest lace trim. Like the rest of you, it is very pretty. “I want to stop. Please. Hey, stop. Seriously—”

You reach blindly for him, your voice rising in panicked pitches. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining. Though you try to pull away at the next second, his grip remains firm. Not enough to break your hand, but it does cause you a bruising discomfort. Your lips twist into a trembling frown and a meek whine squeezes itself out of you, your chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

“You will trust me in due time,” Malleus murmurs it like it’s a vow, his voice so soothing it’s like muffled rainfall. He notices the silent tear that slips out from under the blindfold, and he swipes it away with his thumb. Out of sight, out of mind. “I only wish to prepare you.”

“P-Prepare...” You shake your head, voice straining. “For... For what? Malleus, stop. I don’t want...this. Please stop.”

No longer Horns. He’s lost that name now, but it’s nothing he can’t retrieve.

He slips his gloves off and, after having coated his digits with enough of his own saliva, works your pussy open with two slender fingers, quietly amazed at how soft and warm it is within. Your body goes rigid under him, your free hand grabbing at the sheets while the other remains imprisoned in his grasp. You could take the blindfold off, but you don’t, instead sniffling through a mantra of stop and take it out. He knows you don’t mean those words, for it isn’t long before you’re tightening around the three fingers curled within you, your labored breathing punctuated with little gasps and groans. It is most adorable.

There is beauty in submission. Malleus knows this well because when you arch your back, dig your nails into his hand, and gush around his fingers with a strangled cry you are the most exquisite portrait he has ever had the blessing of admiring. He could spend lifetimes pondering your angles, considering dainty brushstrokes, wondering about the skillful hands that sculpted you so perfectly. So beautifully. So humanly.

You’re panting when he comes back to his senses, having slipped a fourth finger into your wet warmth without realizing it. There’s a strain in his pants, an ache that had once been so dull and is now so unbearably tight. The insatiable, animalistic part of Malleus wants nothing more than to spear you on his cocks, to feel the stretch as your pussy envelops both in its gummy walls, to hear your wails and kiss your lips puffy, to press his hand against your bloated belly and feel the sinful connection for himself. But there is the rational, sweeter side that knows you would be in a world of pain if he was not given enough time to properly stretch you, and so he decides that, as pressing as his needs may be, yours are far more important. 

He wishes to cherish with you for many years to come, not break you beyond repair.

“We shall spend the night here, my dearest,” he declares, the fondness of a smile in his tone. His hand releases yours momentarily so that he may tug the blindfold up to see your sparkling eyes. Tears of joy, no doubt. “Until I can fit more than just my fingers so that we can truly connect as one.”

He leans in to press his lips upon yours in a chaste kiss; you do not reciprocate. Malleus would have thought he’d put you to sleep with how frozen you’ve become. But you’re merely looking at him with defeated eyes—eyes that are so beautiful even when reflecting the pains of betrayal. Malleus tells himself that this is the teary-eyed ecstasy he has heard of in the stories Lilia would often recall when he was old enough to hear such tales. It is not pain; it is pleasure.

And there is beauty in both.

#yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus draconia x reader #yandere malleus #yandere malleus x reader #n/sfw #tw: noncon #lunar love hotel 2023 #omg my first ever malleus writing!!!! #i hope he is characterized well orz #(i may have gone slightly over 1k words ;;; please forgive me)

[moralesmilesanhour]

I saw your requests were open! I've seen in some concept art that Miles is trying out watercolor, can you (when you have the time and if you want to, ofc) please write a reader (Gn or fem) who is really good at watercolor and is a artist and teaches him? Either romantic or platonic work :D thank you, I love your work so much!!!

omg wait I used to do watercolor I still have the paints at home...hold my beer (I went with platonic)

Miles sucked his teeth as the pinks, blues, and green he had just put down ran together and formed a puddle in the middle of the paper.

No matter how many YouTube videos he sped through, he couldn't seem to grasp how the disembodied hand on his screen could lay down all that color (without the paper shriveling up like a raisin) and manage to sculpt it into something...comprehensible.

Just then, he remembered the scanned painting you had sent him the other day. It was a vibrant forest, dotted with bright neon flowers and birds dozing off in high branches. He couldn't for the life of him figure out how you managed to capture beams of sunlight in your heavy sketchbook and needed to learn your secrets, so he'd borrowed some leftover paints.

Miles had already mastered sketching, and knew his way around a box of markers. He could even command a messy can of spray paint. What's a bit of watery paint?

...A lot, it turns out. At any rate, he knew just who to call.

After a few beeps, your face appeared onscreen.

You were still in bed, surrounded by an army of stuffed animals with a sleeping mask pushed up to your forehead. Miles made a 'tsk' sound. It was two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Rise and shine, bestie!" he announced loudly into his phone speaker.

"What do you want?" you grumbled, rubbing your eyes.

"This watercolor shit is blowing my mind right now, and I need your expertise. Look!"

Miles flipped the camera to show you the blob of what was now a bright indigo pooled in the middle of his would-be masterpiece.

You squinted. "Jesus. Is that in your regular sketchbook, where you do the markers and shit?"

"Yup."

"Well, there's your first problem. You're using the wrong kinda paper."

"So that's why no one in those videos fucks it up? Noted,"

He reversed the camera again.

"What about the colors? Mine keep running together when I don't want 'em to."

This made you laugh, imagining Miles slapping a ton of different colors on top of a sketch like a child learning to paint in kindergarten for the first time, thinking that he knew what he was doing. He was never the patient type, preferring fast and loose marks with sharp edges. No piece of his was ever allowed an "ugly stage"; it either worked immediately or it would end up crumpled into a ball in the trash.

Oh boy, was he was gonna learn today.

You could see Miles pouting through the camera.

"What's so funny?"

"Miles," you snorted, "did you let the first layer dry before adding more colors?"

His eyes widened in realization, triggering more peals of laughter.

"I just wet the whole page, then started coloring! How was I supposed to know?"

"It's water, dumbass! It's not like your lil' Copic markers--"

"Prismacolor--"

"Whatever. Anyways, gimme fifteen minutes, I'm coming over to save you before you flood your entire room."

#requests #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 1610 miles morales #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #moralesanhour