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[ouratelier-re]

Im begging for more kite stuff, its alr so hard to find stuff of him but your fic was AMAZINGGGG PLS MAKE MORRE😖💕💕💕/nf

oh sunshine, i love u tons! it was actually my first time ever writing a fanfic, so i was really nervous i could mess it up. this really cheered me up and reassured me—i even blushed, haha. i'm so glad you liked it. thank you so, so, so muuuch for stopping by to let me know!

and, about kite, you are so right indeed! it is so hard to find anything related my hubby :(. he deserves and needs much more recognition!

your perfect lover, re.

[ouratelier-re]

∘✩ pink is simply a softened echo of red .ᐟ ₊˚ ꒱

ʚ kite x pink-haired!fem!reader ɞ

canvas: did you know that today is international day of kissing a redhead? cuz i dont think your perfect lover, kite, would know that either.

palette: romance.

noir strokes: in blank.

stroke count: 2.1 words.

signature: yeah, i know it was yesterday, and yes, i did not, in fact, know it either — not until i found out yesterday morning, at least. lolol.

. ⊹˚✿ varnish room. ཻུ۪۪⸙͎۪۫

the sun was beginning to set on the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the peaceful landscape. the evening light filtered through the dense tree cover and cast dark shadows resembling a dark verdigris pigment over the ever-dense forest floor. as the light, cool breeze stirred the leafy trees, a faint trace of moisture could be noticed in the air, product of a light morning drizzle, nothing unnatural to the already routine of you and kite, your perfect lover.

the two of you had a mission: find an almost forgotten species of wild boar. it wasn't dangerous at all, if anything, it was annoying, due to the multiple small insects that occasionally landed on your soft skin. you had been walking through the forest for what seemed like ages now, making your way through the thick undergrowth and following a trail of clues that the small boar had left behind.

passing through an area where the undergrowth seemed too tall to be able to walk through without care, you decided to break the comfortable silence that had formed between the two of you. knowing each other as well as you did, and spending so much time together on a daily basis, it was only natural for small silences to form. they weren't awkward, but instead, quiet and gentle.

after taking a few more steps, you decided to finally speak up, your voice filling the peace of the forest. "hey, kite," you called out with a soft smile, your soft pink curls bouncing slightly as you walked alongside your dear. "did you know that today is international kiss a ginger day?"

your lover, kite, who had been focused on the path ahead as usual, glanced over his shoulder at you with a slight tilt of his head, his light blue beret moving with him. his expression was neutral, but there was a hint of curiosity in his hazel irises.

"really?" he said, the corner of his mouth twitching. “i didn’t know there were days for that kind of thing.” he said simply as he continued to make his way through the grass.

you laughed softly, —the kind of sound that made kite’s heart race. you brushed a strand of your pink hair behind your ear. “yeah, me neither. i saw it earlier and thought it sounded fun, you know? you’d think there’d be some redhead out there waiting for a kiss, maybe even a little peck.”

kite didn’t answer right away, his brown shoes crunching on the wet leaves beneath him as he continued to walk. his piercing eyes landed on you again and he couldn’t help but smile, one of those rare genuine smiles that always managed to make you fall for him even more, if that’s physically possible.

“well, you’re a bit off,” he said, completely getting your hint. after all, he was your other half. how could he not take your clue? his voice was light but thoughtful, almost like a soft tease. “your hair’s not exactly red. you know that, right?”

you raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at your vermillion lips. “i know, i know… but it’s close enough, don’t you think? i mean, pink, red… it’s practically the same thing, right? after all, the two are colors, they both fulfill their function.”

kite gently stopped his wide steps, letting his mind linger at your comment, wondering in what world red and pink would be the same pigment. after a few seconds, he gave you a sidelong glance, his tone still playful but with an edge of affection, something you had grown used to. “…if you say so.” he paused for a short moment before turning his gaze back to the path ahead, admiring some small shades that had formed in front of him, resembling clouds. “either way, i’d rather not risk it, i’m following the rules on that one.”

you laughed softly at his comment, smiling afterwards. you quickened your steps to walk beside him, your gaze focusing for a few moments on the path ahead; it looked beautiful. wet trees reflecting the morning dew, the fauna of the region beginning to come out to explore the damage the rain had caused, while other small animals took advantage of the opportunity to drink water.

“well, maybe we could bend the rules a little? i think a kiss should be given to someone special, even if they don’t… match the ‘official’ tone of hair.”

kite fell silent. it was obvious that your comment had caught him off guard, his footsteps stopped completely in an abrupt movement. he turned to look at you, with a gaze that reflected the same thing as his feet: he hadn’t quite expected that. you felt your heart race as he paused, his usual calm demeanor suddenly turning more intense, like the same breeze that enveloped you both in the morning.

“(y/n),” he said softly, your name rolling out his tongue like a warm breath, his voice quieter now. “you know it doesn't matter what color your hair is.”

your smile softened, your earlier teasing fading into something more sincere as you looked up at him. there was something in his voice—something deeper—that made you feel like you were the only one who mattered to him right now and it was true. it was always you, after all. the world around both seemed to fade, the forest sounds quieting as you took a step closer to him.

“i know,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, your gaze lingering on his. “but i couldn't help but joke about it. it’s just one of those silly things.”

kite gently rolled his eyes, from his action you assumed that he was annoyed, however, the small, mischievous smile that was present on his lips completely shattered that thought. without another word, kite moved towards you with almost superhuman speed, completely invading your personal space.

his large, slender hand gently rested on your pink cheek as he tilted his head. for a brief moment, you felt your breath catch in your chest, your heart racing like a wave of fireworks at the soft, protective caress of kite. his fingers roamed gently over your cheek as if exploring it, even though he had done so thousands of times before and would continue to do so millions of times more.

at that precise moment, when it felt as if eternity stopped in his gaze, kite approached you gently, with the faintest smile in the world, almost as if he didn't want you to see it. and so, he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead—nothing too intense, just a quiet, tender moment shared between the two of you.

you closed your eyes softly, feeling the warmth of your heart begin to spread through your chest and finally reaching your cheeks. it was a warm feeling, a way of feeling that only kite could give you, no matter if you tried to look for it elsewhere, in another person. kite would be the only one who could make you feel this way, in this and a thousand other realities.

after a few moments of silence, you expected your lover to brush it off with humor, or to continue walking like you had been doing for a long time now. however, contrary to what you thought, that didn’t happen.

kite moved smoothly, still gently holding your cheek, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary before pulling away. his gaze was soft, his expression was calm, but you both could notice the small sign of affection in his touch—something only you could receive from him.

“i don’t care about your hair color. i wouldn’t care if it was blonde, orange or even black” he spoke in a low voice, almost as if it were a soft whisper, one that only you and the moon—your accomplice, could hear. “it’s you, (y/n). and that’s what matters to me.”

you couldn’t help but smile, your cheeks flushing at his soft, tender comment. you raised your beautiful gaze, which, in kite’s eyes, reflected the universe itself; in its infinite expanse. both of you remained silent, you, for your part, couldn’t think of what to say to your beloved. his voice lingered in your mind, recorded there like one of the bugs that had been bothering you a few hours ago. the words he’d spoken—the simplicity and sincerity of them—made you feel so seen, so understood. it was the kind of reassurance you hadn’t even known you needed, but kite always seemed to know just what to say.

to break the soft silence that had formed between you two, kite gently bit his lip, his voice becoming teasing once again “but you know? if you wanted a kiss, you could have just told me that, no beating around the bush.” kite spoke with a small grin that made it clear that he wanted to bother you, his beloved, and nothing more than that.

deep in your thoughts, kite’s soft voice brought you out of there, bringing you back to reality—with him. you let out a soft, amused breath, the closest you could get to a soft chuckle. your eyes turned to meet kite’s, and, for a moment, he swore he was lost in the infinity of your beautiful orbs. you walked towards him, his large frame towering over you. “okay then, that’s what i want. kiss me, kite.” you murmured softly, standing on your tiptoes so you could reach the soft lips of the love of your life.

his hand instinctively sought out your waist, drawing you closer to him, his fingers beginning to dance in small circles around you, touching you with a softness worthy of velvet. and then, he kissed you. the kiss was soft and gentle, a moment of mutual calm and complicit silence, of feelings exposed and many others found.

you had never believed in eternal connections, but, oh heavens, with kite everything was different, your connection felt simply… right, as if the universe itself had painted you for each other, as if you two had only existed to meet and love each other, and so on, for the rest of the lives that followed this one. there was no rush, no urgency—just a quiet connection between you both, right there in the heart of the forest. with only the moon and the bright stars as spectators, illuminating the sky and keeping you company.

when you finally separated, kite placed his forehead in front of yours, gently, as if he were afraid that he might break you at any moment. his warm breath along with the sound of the cicadas were the only thing that could be heard in the lush forest, although to be honest, you hadn’t paid attention to that. the only thing that mattered to you at that very moment was the softness of the moment, the beauty of kite’s act, the love that surrounded you.

“soooo,” you stretched out the “o” too much, emphasizing your teasing attitude. “does this mean i’m officially your redhead, even if i’m pink?” you asked with a small, mischievous smile, hoping that kite would take the bait.

your lover just smiled, his calloused, long hand still gently hugging your waist; a grip that showed how much you meant to him and how much he wanted to stay here—with you. his almond-shaped eyes turned to look at yours, and you felt a nervous smile escape your lips when you caught a small sparkle in your beloved’s hazy gaze, resembling the moon itself.

“you’re more than just a ginger to me, my beloved. you’re everything.” he paused for a few seconds, his gaze resting intently on yours. “you are my perfect lover.” he corrected himself softly.

kite came closer to kiss you again, feeling like his heart was about to overflow with affection and love. you didn’t need words, you both had never needed them; the way you fit together, as if your bodies were made for each other, as if your eyes were destined to meet, as if your hearts were painted by the same destiny to fall in love, said it all.

and, as the two of you stood deep in the forest, it didn’t matter what your hair color was, whether pink, red or even blue. what mattered was that you were together at this moment and would continue to be, for the rest of eternity and for all the lives that followed. because you would always meet and fall in love—in each of the universe’s realities.

© 2025 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑-𝐑𝐄. do not copy, repost, or translate my works into other ateliers or platforms. this gallery exists solely within tumblr’s walls.

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₍🖌₎ ..⃗. ꒰ varnish room, masterlist of works꒱

i contemplate, perhaps even from absolute humility or, on the contrary, from my illiteracy, that art is an expression. it is a way of feeling, of explaining and telling when words are lacking, or rather, failing to. it is an emotion: that is art, this –we– is art.

꒰🎨꒱ musée du louvre, hunter x hunter. ༊*·˚ ⠀⠀⠀⋆.˚ ― "lead white." ₊⊹ ⠀⠀⠀⋆.˚ ― "rose white." ₊⊹

⠀꒰🎨꒱ kunsthistorisches museum, black clover. ༊*·˚ ⠀⠀⠀⋆.˚ ― "yellow ocher."₊⊹

⠀꒰🎨꒱ εθνικό αρχαιολογικό μουσείο, record of ragnarok. ༊*·˚ ⠀⠀⠀⋆.˚ ― "phtalo blue" ₊⊹

⠀⠀꒰🎨꒱ muzeul național de artă al româniei, hellsing ultimate. ༊*·˚ ⠀⠀⠀⋆.˚ ― "cadmium red deep hue" ₊⊹

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₍🖌₎ ..⃗. ꒰ the underpainting, guidelines ꒱

how could i even consider myself good or bad in art, when from its very entity embraces irrationality and raises the question of whether, like gender, is a social construction? how could we explain a creation that from its very existence lacks reason and escapes any definition?

✧˖° ⋆˚ ˚✧🎨 ꒰ welcome our atelier ꒱

hiii, you can call me re. as previously hinted, this atelier gathers every brushstroke of love i’ve attempted to capture throughout my career as an aspiring intent of artist. yes, it is sarcasm. (not the love of my work though.)

꒰🖌꒱ principles of the palette ཻུ۪۪⸙͎۪۫·˚*

⊹˚✩ i do request, however most would be limited to the muses on my varnish room (masterlist) ཻུ۪۪. ⊹˚✩ i’ve never written before, so i ask for your patience. after all, only through persistence do we uncover the greatest masterpieces, don’t we? also, writing indulges my delulu soul. ཻུ۪۪ ⊹˚✩ blank canvases (empty blogs) will be varnished away (blocked). ཻུ۪۪ ⊹˚✩ please refrain from spamming likes, or you, too, will be varnished away. ཻུ۪۪ ⊹˚✩ my creations may hold spoilers; proceed with care while exploring the gallery. ཻུ۪۪ ⊹˚✩ i am mexican, therefore my first language is spanish. expect the occasional grammatical or syntactic imperfection—it’s the art of trying. kindly point them out if you see them, as every critique sharpens the artist’s hand! ཻུ۪۪ ⊹˚✩ this atelier delves into chiaroscuro depths and impressionist whimsy. in simpler terms: for blogs aged 18 and older only. ཻུ۪۪ ⊹˚✩ i also explore a spectrum of themes beyond fanfics: self-ships, personal musings (ocs), personal sketches (headcanons), and shifting realities. ཻུ۪۪

꒰🖌꒱ fat over lean ཻུ۪۪⸙͎۪۫·˚*

. ⊹˚✩ all my muses are, without exception, adults. ཻུ۪۪ . ⊹˚✩ i craft stories solely for female artists (fem!reader). ཻུ۪۪

꒰🖌꒱ atelier etiquette ཻུ۪۪⸙͎۪۫·˚*

. ⊹˚✩ no expressions of hate will be tolerated here. this atelier is a safe space—respect everyone, respect me, and most importantly, respect yourself. ཻུ۪۪ . ⊹˚✩ please do not repost or share my work on other platforms. permission is not granted; the answer is simply no. ཻུ۪۪ . ⊹˚✩ do not interact if you embody sexism, machismo, racism, homophobia, or any form of prejudice. ཻུ۪۪ . ⊹˚✩ © 2025 𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐑𝐄. Do not copy, repost, or translate my works into other ateliers or platforms. This gallery exists solely within Tumblr’s walls. ཻུ۪۪

🎨 ☆⋆｡ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ and without further ado, welcome to our atelier. may you, artist, find inspiration in the myriad of pigments and brushstrokes housed here, make sure to check out my varnish room. much love, your perfect lover, re.

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₍🖌₎ ..⃗. ꒰ welcome to the atelier of luminous strokes ꒱

🎨 ☆⋆｡ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐫𝐞. ༊*·˚ crafting chiaroscuro dreams, glazing light like monet, and sculpting shadows like gentileschi. ༉‧₊˚

welcome to our atelier. here lie the works i have drawn from the deepest canvases of the very own reflection of light. each story is a different pigment on the palette of existence, embodying unique nuances of love and life. these pieces, like carefully placed brushstrokes, are ready to share their hidden depths and unveil their hidden depths with you. ࣪ ˖ 🎨

⠀ ꒰🖌꒱ atelier guide. ཻུ۪۪⸙͎۪۫*·˚

. ⊹˚✿ the underpainting, guidelines⸙͎۪۫ . ⊹˚✿ varnish room, masterlist of works ཻུ۪۪⸙͎۪۫ . ⊹˚✿ alla prima collection, framework⸙͎۪۪۫۫ . ⊹˚✿ easel & canvas; perfect lover ཻུ۪۪ ཻུ۪۪⸙͎

⠀ ꒰🖌꒱ latest exhibitions. ཻུ۪۪⸙͎۪۫*·˚

✎ᝰ┆ musée du louvre, hunter x hunter: rose white. ₊·˚ ཻུ۪۪

⠀ ꒰🖌꒱ paint stains. ཻུ۪۪⸙͎۪۫*·˚

. ⊹˚✩ fem, mexican, nineteen. she/her. lover of sfumato edges and chiaroscuro. intp-t ཻུ۪۪ . ⊹˚✩ this atelier explores chiaroscuro depths and impressionist whimsy. features intense themes and the vibrant hues of self-ship, personal musings, original sketches, and shifting realities. minors and blank canvases (blank blogs) will be varnished away (blocked). ཻུ۪۪ . ⊹˚✩ this gallery opens exclusively on tumblr. ཻུ۪۪

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∘✩ make you flustered .ᐟ ₊˚ ꒱

ʚ kite x fem!reader ɞ

canvas: kite is usually unshakably calm, but his sharp focus seems to crumble in the face of your teasing

palette: romance.

noir strokes: in blank.

stroke count: 0.3 words.

signature: heyyy, sooo, first post! so amazing, right?

. ⊹˚✿ varnish room. ཻུ۪۪⸙͎۪۫

the soft rustle of leaves underfoot is the only sound accompanying your quiet walk through the forest. kite strides beside you, his usual calm demeanor making it clear that nothing is bothering him.

you can't resist the urge to tease him, your perfect lover. “you’re awfully quiet today,” you remark with a playful smile, feeling quite excited.

kite doesn’t look at you, his pretty and dark eyes scanning the path ahead. “i’m always quiet,” he replies with his usual monotone.

you raise an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. “not like this. at least not with me.”

the faintest hint of a frown tugs at his big soft lips. “what are you talking about?”

you grin, a glint of mischief in your eyes. “i’m pretty sure I caught you looking at me earlier, i could bet.”

his pace falters for the briefest of moments, but it’s enough for you to notice, you always did. he meets your gaze for an instant, his expression unreadable, before he quickly averts his beautiful eyes.

“i wasn’t looking at you,” he mutters, though you can hear the slight tension in his voice, a soft pink creeping his checks.

you give him a teasing look, catching the way his ear tips pink. “really? ’cuz i’m sure I saw you staring when i was fixing my hair this morning.”

kite’s hand brushes the side of his face, his usual composure slipping just a fraction. “you’re imagining things.”

you chuckle lightly, almost feeling a little bad for him. Almost. “i don’t think so, kite.”

you continue walking ahead, but you can tell he’s still trying to hide his flustered state.

after a beat of silence, his voice is lower, almost hesitant. “you’re good at distracting me.”

you glance up, caught off guard by the warmth in his tone. he’s not looking at you, but you catch the faintest glimmer of a smile on his lips.

you let out a quiet laugh, your heart racing just a little. “i’m sorry, I’ll try not to,” you tease softly.

but kite simply shrugs, his smirk growing. “do not... don’t bother. I don’t mind.”

© 2025 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑-𝐑𝐄. do not copy, repost, or translate my works into other ateliers or platforms. this gallery exists solely within tumblr’s walls.