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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’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 (blocked). ཻུ۪۪ . ⊹˚✩ 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┆gallery of impression: the dappled light ₊·˚ ཻུ۪۪

⠀ ꒰🖌꒱ 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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heyyy!

im actually created my blog, so rn im either sleeping or building everything. please come later, love ya!

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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.ᐟ ༘

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.”