#cyan oil paint

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[mahamayax]

[honeykaes]

—𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞

✦ windblume festival hc’s feat. kaeya, albedo, diluc

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, massage kink (kaeya), fingering (kaeya),  bath sex (albedo), exhibitionism (albedo), drunk sex (diluc), face-sitting (diluc), use of alcohol, diluc picks up reader, cumming in pants (diluc), drunk diluc being a bit goofy lmao, unedited

As Windblume approaches, the knights are ever busy trying to get the event together. Tasked with decorations, you were swamped working with local florists to ensure the decoration requirements throughout the town square at Windblume performance areas were met. 

Sensing your stress, Kaeya knocked on the door to your quant home in the city—in his hands holding a bottle of Angel Share’s specially brewed Windblume wine and an imported Fontaine oil he managed to get gifted after helping a few emissaries get adjusted to Mondstadt. 

“Come now, you’re supposed to enjoy the festival season, not stress over it. But don’t worry, I’m here now to remind you,” he cooed.

He chuckled, amused at how you covered your face with your folded arms as you lay topless on the bed. It didn’t matter how many times he has witness your beautiful form in its most vulnerable state—but his eyes always softened to the contours and curves that made up your body.

You shivered, feeling the cold oil drip down from the bottle and onto your back, feeling his frosty hands beginning to knead along the tight muscles of your back. A soft moan escaped your lips as Kaeya chuckled, letting his thumbs dig into your shoulders to loosen them up more.

“Seems someone is enjoying this, as I thought you would,” he hummed, soon letting his hands fall at the waistband of your pants. Just as your eyes fluttered open about to ask what he was doing, you could feel him tug them down, leaving you just in your underpants.

“Now how can I do a massage if you're fully clothed, hm?” he cooed, blowing hot air into your ear. He soon poured more oil along your thighs, squeezing the plush before turning your body around, with a small smirk on his face. You avoided eye contact, only to gasp as you felt his hands dip down and into your panties, playing with your clit with the pad of his thumb.

His hands went to your chest, massaging the mounds letting his other thumb flick across the sensitive bud of your nipple. A whine escaped your lips, slightly lifting your hips and grinding them against his digits in a desperate attempt to get more friction and pleasure to ripple through you.

“Eagar, I see…”

A loud moan reverberated throughout the room as two fingers sunk into your cunt slowly pumping themselves inside of you as his attention remained on your clit. You squirm underneath him, body glistening from the fragrant oils coating your body, as your walls caved and spasmed against his fingers.

As your back arched, nails digging into the blankets on top of the bed, Kaeya pressed his lips against your forehead, slowly thrusting his fingers to nurse you down from your high. Watching your body sink back down into the bed, Kaeya’s fingers left your velvety walls, lifting them out towards his mouth now coated with a mixture of the massage oil and your slick.

“Finally feeling relaxed, lovely?”

Albedo had been looking for you on Dragonspine everywhere. He trusted you knew your way and you weren’t in any danger, but slight concern rippled through him knowing you had swayed away from what the alchemist was used to. Albedo had been planning on gifting you a portrait he had been painting for months to celebrate Windblume and what would be your second anniversary with him, but yet you were nowhere to be found.

As he descended down, approaching a large lake—he noticed your form, shivering in the pool of icy water. Hearing the crunch of snow from his boots, you turned around, narrowing your eyes to see who interrupted your peace, only to lock eyes with Albedo’s large cyan eyes.

“Ah, forgive me. I didn’t realize you were bathing,” Albedo greeted nonchalantly. You sighed, sinking your form deeper in the water thankful it was only him.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I was training hard with Eula earlier and she advised me to take an ice bath to help with the muscle soreness. Sorry, I probably should have told you before I left,” you stated. Albedo slightly smiled and shook his head.

“It’s quite alright. Would it be alright if I join you though?” he asked. You timidly nodded your head and the alchemist slowly disrobed his attire, leaving him nude. He cautiously entered the chilly water, swimming his way to you, and chuckled, noticing your eyes trying not to look down at the rest of his form.

“My love, there’s no need to be shy,” he murmured, grabbing your hand from beneath the water to the surface. He pressed his lips against it, before grabbing onto your waist and pressing a soft kiss against your own.

One kiss. Two kisses. Five kisses. Twenty kisses.

You slowly began losing count of how many times the Chalk Prince had claimed your lips in the time you’d been in the icy lake together. His lips finally left yours, placing them on the nape of your neck as you felt something hard nudge against your thigh.

Knowing his arousal was getting the better of him, you dipped your hand back into the water, grasping onto his cock and gently pumping him. A soft moan left his lips, pressing themselves on your jaw. His hands cupped your cunt, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit as the other lined itself up to your entrance. Your body shivered, feeling his cock slowly stretch your walls as he slid himself inside of you.

When he finally bottomed out, his nail dug into your hips, nudging himself out before plunging himself back in at a gentle pace—claiming your lips once more. You found yourself lifting your legs up and wrapping themselves across his small waist, the water around you rippling with every thrust.

 He soon grunted, moaning into your kiss, as a sudden warmth entered you. His hips bucked, biting your lip and slightly pulling it back as he came down from his high. But, as you expected him to leave your warm cunt—you were shocked to feel more vigor coming from his fingers playing with your clit. As he swiped the bundle of nerves, flicking it at a rapid pace, he felt your walls flutter down on his cock, whining out his name as you finally reached your climax.

You lifted your hands onto his face, pressing your forehead against his—you could still feel his cock pulsating inside of you.

“It’s getting quite cold, perhaps we can continue this back in our cabin, hm?” he whispered, capturing your lips for the umpteenth time.

Diluc always loved to go all out in his own way during the Windblume festival for you, as an atonement for how busy he was during the festival. Since the business was booming for Dawn Winery, often times he couldn’t properly celebrate with you until after Windblume had passed, but he managed to always make up for it.

As you patiently waited in your bedroom, waiting for Diluc to finish his last shift at the tavern before Windblume was finally complete, you heard a loud knocking coming from your bedroom door. Quirking your eyebrow up, you open the door to see your husband swaying back and forth, trying to lean on the doorframe for support. As his scarlet eyes make contact with you, he lights up—a goofy grin creeping on what would be his usual stoic face.

“My beautiful beloved. Archons, I missed you…” he sighed happily, wrapping his arms around your form. As you confusedly pat his back, you lean out of his hug, pressing your hands against his reddened cheeks. His clothes smells heavily of alcohol as they usually did after his shifts but this time, the smell clung to his breath as well.

“Diluc, did you drink?” you asked. Diluc nodded his head, smiling once more.

“Y-Yeah. That no good bard, mixed up my juice and alcohol. But, I am not going to let him ruin our tradition,” he murmured. Just as you were about to question what he meant, Diluc whisked your form up into his arms walking a couple of steps before plopping you down on the bed. 

Your cheeks heat up as he leans his body weight on top of you, pinning you to the bed.

“Every night after Windblume ends, I get to hear you screaming my name over and over again. I’m not going to let anyone or anything stop me from enjoying my precious spouse,” he hummed, before pressing his lips to yours. You hesitantly press your lips back. There was no eagerness as you expected, it was the same softness and vigor he always had when kissing you.

His large palm pressed against the straps of your nightgown, letting it slip down your shoulder and he soon let the other one fall. He grabbed a handful of your now exposed chest, letting his lips cascade down the valley before taking the nightgown completely off of you.

You gasped feeling him film positions, as he now lay beneath you. His hands squeezed against your thighs before his fingers drew shapes on one.

“...I might have lied to you from before…The bard didn’t trick me, I just needed a bit of courage for asking you to…do one of my fantasies,” he mumbled looking to the side. Your eyes softened and chuckled.

“That makes a lot more sense, it’s okay, just tell me what you want to do,” you murmured. Diluc let out a soft sigh, looking back at you with his large scarlet eyes.

“...Please, sit on my face.”

“...That’s it?” you chuckled, as Diluc’s pride slightly sunk. His tipsy persona, pouted as he slightly patted his hands down on your thighs. You shook your head, trying to stop yourself from laughing.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I just wasn’t expecting something as simple, is all! I’d do whatever you want me to do, love,” you murmured. Diluc still pouted, as you leaned in and pressed a kiss against his cheek.  

“Whatever…” he grumbled. He soon shifted down, hands squeezing down on your waist as he lifted your hips up and positioned them above his face. As your lips quivered in anticipation, a moan echoed from you as he quickly sank you down—lapping your cunt with vigor. Your plush thighs pressed against his cheeks, as his tongue glided along your slit, sliding circles along the sides of your clit.

He soon popped the tiny mound into his mouth, sucking on it with intensity as your slick slowly began to dribble down and coat the bottom half of his face. His hands shot up, squeezing the soft globes of your ass, as he popped the nub out of his mouth and began flicking on it with rigor as you squirmed on top of him. The sounds of slurping reverberated throughout the bedroom, as he nudged his nose against your clit and let his tongue slip inside your cunt.

He could feel his cock pressing hard against his slacks, as he shifted his lips to get any bit of fraction as he could. Feeling your walls trying to close down on his tongue and the echoes of his name being repeated again, he felt your body shiver as you finally reached out high.

Sucking his breath in, his hips bucked as he felt himself cum in his pants. Hearing his low moan, you lifted your hips up to see the dazed expression of Diluc. His lower face was utterly coated, but the biggest grin was on his face before he closed his eyes.

You chuckled getting up from him, noticing the dark stain from his pants before sighing. 

“I think you doubted how eager you’d be in this state, Diluc…”

[foervraengd]

If you are a digital artist who, for some reason, wanna get into oil painting, my biggest cost-saving advice is to start with the following paints:

- primary Cyan (i use cerulean blue)

- magenta

- primary yellow (i use lemon yellow)

- ivory black

- titanium white (get a big tube)

Basically its the CMYK palette + white.

My main argument here is that cmyk are the colors most digital artists have to get familiar with (wether we like it or not), due to its use for prints. It is the palette that transfer digital mediums on to physical materials. So it would be a good starting point before you splurge on more colors that you might not need.

When you prepare colors for a painting, you mix colors with each other to create more shades. But any color you create by mixing will always have less saturation than its parent colors. So if you want to have a big range of colorful shades to work with, while also not wanna spend too much money, then using a cmyk palette is ime the best choice.

And also if you are unsure which colors to mix and dont wanna waste paint on colors you end up not even using, you can do a mockup palette digitally by using CMYK and see what colors to make and which ones will look like ass. This have helped me a lot so far, because cmyk are very standardized colors on all digital programs.

I thiink the one additional paint you should also get is ultramarine blue - mainly because its super high in chroma and is used in a lot of art tutorials.

I dont like it personally, but it’s in every set of paints for a good reason. Its the color ppl use to darken other colors instead of using black (i mix with black for my paintings because im not a coward)

[tzaraat]

[Image ID: an oil sketch of Jon Moxley and Bryan Danielson wrestling. Danielson has Moxley in the triangle choke, and aims a fist at his head. his left hand is on Moxley's face, which is bloody, as is his arm and Danielson's chest and right thigh. the overall painting is loose, and cyan sketch lines are visible through the top layer of paint. /.End ID]

there's a scene in the film where they fight in the street and they roll around and it almost plays like a love scene.

[the-chokey]

I painted all of markus's works. I also made a custom box based on the Bellini paint from the game.

The original paintings in the game was done digitally; I recreated them traditionally. All were painted with Bocour Bellini oil paints. Only exception that I used Vasari PB33 Barium Manganate for the cyan, and PR 187 Carl’s Crimson for the darker reds.

Bocour worked with his nephew Golden to produce handmade paint. Golden eventually released the well-known Golden line. Golden eventually merged with Williamsburg and produces the handmade oils and so I think using Carl's Crimson here is acceptable. Unfortunately Bocour died and so did his line of Bellini paints.

Looking forward to doing some of Carl’s paintings.

[birgittesilverbae]

smth smth finding a shade of paint as rare as the love of your life. toxins seeping into skin and something you can never unravel from your bones

shannon first mentions it in passing, oil paints doled out onto a palette, trying to capture the glow of the divinium blade she flips in her left hand. it's like a hole, she says, in the colour wheel. you can try your best to approximate the cyan of divinium glow with phthalo blues, can add phthalo greens, lighten with whites, but the hue is never quite as sharp, never quite as saturated as the reality.

a hole in the colour wheel visible only thanks to the hole bored between her shoulder blades.

mary watches shannon's deft hands as she scoops hillocks of paint into the centre of the pallet, smears them together with her palette knife, holds it up beside the divinium knife for mary's examination. the colours are similar, at least to mary's eyes, but she can see what shannon means. the dullness of the paint, as though the halo is moving out of proximity and the divinium going stagnant in its wake.

it's been out of production since the 90s, shannon explains, the pure manganese blue that fills that very specific niche. a perfect storm of cost and safety regulations and a supply of pigment stocks finally running dry.

shannon's never quite been able to express her wants, her desires, but it's easy to tell that this is one. that a woman who wants for so little, has vowed to want for so little, longs for this one piece of history that's out of her reach.

they're catching their breath in amsterdam, in the wake of a mission gone right, with a free night ahead of them before they drive home the next morning. they're walking along the prinsengracht, taking advantage of the opportunity to stroll hand in hand, when mary tugs shannon away from the water, towards a storefront. an art supply store, where mary leads shannon to the tubes of paint, clarifies "pb33, right?", starts to sift through the shelves.

"they're not going to have any, mary," shannon says softly, tugging at her elbow, "let's not waste our night looking."

"it's not a waste if it's for you."

they come up empty in the shop in amsterdam. so too in brussels, in riga, in every stop they make on the heels of a mission. mary, ribs aching from a blow with a rifle butt, starts with surprise and excitement in vienna, waves shannon over from where she's slouched against the counter talking to the shop owner, but it's a false alarm, a manganese blue hue rather than pure.

shannon falls, and the halo is pulled from her back, and the divinium in her chest fades, dulls with the distance until it's gone to darkness, the unlit sheen of phthalo blue fresh from the tube.

mary fights for her memory, and fights for her family, and in the aftermath of the war she finds herself still in the habit of wandering unfamiliar cities, still looking, always looking, for that missing piece. eyes roving across signs, scanning for variations on artista and pictor and kunst.

they're mid-return from a mission, passing through a village on the south coast of france, when she spots a paintbrush on a wind-worn sign, when she trips over herself asking bea to pull over. the shop is dusty, over-priced, the man behind the counter glaring back at her when she responds to his greeting in broken french. he still directs her towards the back of the store, though, and she sifts quickly through the paint tubes piled on a wobbly side table. her eyes catch on a label and her breath catches in her throat. the paper is worn and tattered, but the text is still legible. pb33, no qualifiers, no mixes.

she reads it again, through eyes filling with tears, just to be sure, catches the tang of seawater cutting through the musty air of the shop as the front door opens, closes. but she can't give it any notice, not when she's found shannon in this tube in this shop on this mission, when she's found shannon in a colour she never got to use.

her cheeks are streaked with tear tracks when she returns to the van, but nobody mentions it. ava reaches out a hand to hold hers and it's smaller than shannon's, but there's that halo bearer's warmth to the touch, and mary grips her hand with all the love she can muster to put into the gesture.

[cocoablog]

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[ They snap back to what it should focus on, finding themself lost in the snow.. Again-- A Zetagraft, deactivated from the corner of their vision. ]

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[ Pieces of metal were scattered across, a familiar hue painted on it. ]

[ Oil leaked from the parts. ]

[ Far, far apart, the little bits were-- Some of them emitted a cyan glow from its edges, yet it was faint, inactive-- ]

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[farahsamboolents]

image ID: a digital painting made to mimic an oil paint style of Eddie Munson in a range of brown, orange, and cyan blue colours, playing his guitar and throwing his head back.

[eri-pl]

I accidentally discovered a fun easy way to draw Silmarils (not shown in the thumbnail) and fire and cool lights in general (shown in the thumbnail). No skill needed, just a painting app (or a fully opaque medium if they do exist... Acrylic or oil maybe? Never tested this trick outside of digital).

Also, it works best with an irregular, somewhat fuzzy brush.

The first Silmarils are with high opacity brush, the second batch is lower opacity (I think it looks better).

The difference between Silmarils and fire and other is in colors and shape. I use cyan+magenta+yellow for Silmarils and I think it works well.

Also, sorry for the pauses and errors, my drawing-on-phone-thing (I don't know its name in English; the cheap pen-like thing with a black soft rubbery end that does the touh on touchscreen) decided to fall apart.

[starlightshore]

hey so like. I’ve been sorta… studying?? Other artists’ styles, like especially ones that have like… a good grasp on color expression and stuff and I’ve been looking at your comics and I was wondering if you have any tips on working with color and contrast? Because I really like how evocative (is that the right word) the colors were in some recent AFR pages

been sitting on this ask (and well, every ask I ever receive, i like to answer on desktop and i'm never on desktop on this account. oops.)

well, for the most recent pages idk if you meant the one where Asriel has a panic attack and the colors changed in every page (warning for eyestrain!) or the consequential fire afterwards.

panic attack scene: Honestly I just used some pre-made gradient maps asldfsadl but usually just to enhance the colors I already put down? hm. so my logic is "i want one color to be bright and as i color pick more to the opposite side (complimentary) i'd make it less saturated. so, if i pick Cyan Blue as the brightest color, then orange would be closer to grey. Purple/Pink would be a halfway point. More likely leaning towards saturation than grey. I spam overlays and a color layer of solid color sometimes to balance things. I like purple, orange or a mid sky-blue as these colors. But yeah, throwing a graident map and having it as an overlay or just plain normal at 30% is a great way to balance things quickly. I also shade with one color (yellow, orange, on the lighter scale.) and shade with the complimentary color. (blue-ish purple). tho, if you're using artifical lights ofc the light source color would be different. but yeah: shadows first: usually light source is from above but can be different depending on context. use your shadow color and (personally i use the default flat painting oil brush) to shade in and keep it at multiple 30-50% depending on how harsh the shadows need to be. (painted lightly typically) light layers -> glow dodge + duplicate at additve at 10%-30% range. Nothing too overblown. I like to select the shadow layer and then use ctrl-i to inverse the selection and then color the lights. tho, i'll sometimes add a soft paint spray without using that selection. because colors aren't fully cut outs, things mix and bounce around u know

bedroom fire scene

same logic but i actually forgot to add shadows kept the pallet simple. the lights are harsher and the fire is drawn above the lighting layers so they're not affected.

i believe i had a general multiply layer of a orange-red gradient and then used a gradient map with harsh contrasting colors to make the darker colors more "green." as for the actual colors, i kept the pallet extra simple!

Literally just used 6 colors on repeat (maybe some lighter tones here and there) it kept the coloring process waaay more simple and keeps the whole pallet monochrome and pretty~

[heybluewolf]

Looking now at the red flags of someone I've said reminded me of the color purple, who once made me feel a serene blue like the darkened sky, and then plunged into a deep brown, almost reddish. Our love was a rich palette: sometimes black and gold, so rich, sometimes lilac and opaque cyan, so soft, sometimes orange and pink, so fiery. However, it turned gray: cheap, rough, and cold. It burned and turned into ashes. Silence hung transparent and hazy. There was something behind it, although it was impossible to discern what it was. A part of me knew that something so obvious was there, something that resembled someone else. Betrayal manifested as white: simple, glaring, and excessively clear. Our skins, yours brown and mine in lighter tones, never blended well. You were like water, eager to merge with me, while I was oil paint, which works best alone and pushes you away. Drops were never your style; you were a full cup. This was my fear: losing my own colors after feeling you spill over me. The world became monochromatic when I realized that you had ceased to be my muse and had become just a pretty face for someone else, surrendering to a vandal when you had a true artist within your reach. You had the brush and chose to paint a wall in ruins instead of a canvas; you had the pen and opted to scribble on papers instead of drawing artworks; you had the dawn and chose not to rise, instead of painting the sky. The world regained its colors when I woke up and realized that I had managed to erase the graffiti you made on my heart. I moved forward, allowing my art to shine beyond the shadows, like a star that continues to sparkle even when the clouds of indecision dissipate, like a poetess who finds inspiration in new souls.

heybluewolf

[mahamayax]

[raffaellosanziodaurbino]

Hi! I saw your hashtag on my post. How are there 9 primary colors??? I know of 3 primary colors in additive and 3 primary colors in subtractive. What am I missing?

That's a good question, thanks!

So as you mentioned there's additive light, red green and blue (RGB), and subtractive light, red yellow and blue (RYB), but there's also a secret third option that (I think) is also subtractive light. This is cyan, magenta, yellow, and key* (CMYK) which is used under different circumstances than RYB.

My understanding is that while RYB is good for thicker, opaque pigments, CMYK is good for thinner, more translucent ones. In practice this means RYB is the model of choice for painters, especially those using oil paints and such, while CMYK is specialized for ink, specifically in printing. Like if you look in a printer those are the colors it uses, and depending on how they get combined they can make just about any color you need.

I don't actually know a lot but this link might help explain more

*the key color just refers to black, I don't want to try to elaborate too much bc I don't know all that much about this. basically it has to do with how the printing process works and how those colors combine to make other colors. Why it's there for CMY but not RYB or RBG is a mystery to me.

[mbs-fan]

ask game!  Thank you @deeskip for tagging me!!           

currently reading: Revolution Is Not a Dinner Party by Ying Chang .And I always read fanfictions about MBS

favorite color: Cyan, All shades of purple and black

last song: Don't Wanna Sleep by Måneskin

last movie: Mortal Engines

sweet, spicy, or savory  : that’s hard to say Which one cause I prefer sour, I think spicy  is Closer  to sour  so spicy.

currently working on: Currently, I focus on writing my fanfiction about mbs (Most of it is about  ten men)But if I find time, I'll finish my oil painting

tagging: absolutely no pressure; I don't know you were invited before or not But if you like it, you are invited to do it:) @mbspolls,@personinthepalace,@myfairkatiecat,@monsta-reblogs,@pumpkinthistle,@best-kids-media-adult

[lovelypuppetmax]

Here is my version of Cyane! (Or at least the beginning version.) She's a part of an AU I have in mind. It's where Leuke was the first wife of Hades, and Perseohone is around 200 instead of 19. Cyane is pretty timid, but she will stand up for her friends. She loves to make art, specifically painting with watercolors and oil pastels. She's demiromantic, bisexual