colour blending

lovely things

someone who can’t contain their smile when they see you

seeing the colours blend together smoothly while doing art

putting on your favourite perfume

laughing so much you can’t breathe

walking into a familiar bookshop 

days when you let nothing get to you

taking photographs and capturing moments in journals

wearing your favourite coat

seeing a message notification from someone who means a lot to you

picking strawberries at a local farm

glitter in the sand and in the sea water

little ephemeral moments when you’re happy to be alive

Fact: Pansexuals are able to change colours to blend into their background, much like chameleons. In fact, it is believed that chameleons learned this ability from observing the Pansexual Pantheon. Pansexuals primarily use their camouflaging activities to sneak extra cookies and play pranks on their friends, though some have greater plans of world domination.

I’VE SPENT 3 YEARS TRYING FIGURE OUT HOW TO COLOUR THINGS AND DO LIGHTING EFFECTS IN FLASH, I EVEN STARTED LEARNING HARMONY BECAUSE IT WAS LOOKING FUTILE… AND THEN I DISCOVERED FLASH HAS A COLOUR BLENDING MODE IF YOU SET YOUR SYMBOL TO A MOVIE CLIP. 

I… I think to lay down…

Anyways, have some pretty gems that I’m super proud (I’ve been trying to figure out ways to animate gem glimmers as well). Which one is your favourite? I have a bias towards the ruby because it was the first one I succeeded at, so I have sentimental feelings towards it :)

Little tip to help blend colours more nicely! (Photoshop)

You see on the left how the red and green have brown during the transition? That’s ugly. We don’t want it to blend colours like that.

On the right the other hand, it blends correctly! It goes from red then yellow and then to green! It’s correct!

How do you do this? It’s very simple:

Go to Edit->Color Settings…

Remember to check Blend RGB Colors Using Gamma and it should solve the weird colour blending problem.

Hope this was of help!

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Video Wednesday No.13 - F

Colour blending! 

My Basty Bear

A/N: Hey guys! In celebration of my blog reaching to over 100 followers (author’s mind is blown), I decided to write out this one shot! I wanted to post another one I made of Sebastian Stan, but since this is a bit special, I made a different one. I hope you guys enjoy it! (I apologize for any grammar mistakes in my story) 

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Warnings: Language, angst, fluff
Word count: 6,300
Summary: Reader has a habit of coming home late because of her love for painting. Unfortunately, that also starts to raise Sebastian’s suspicions of her habits. 

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The music blasts through my earphones as I move the messy sponge along the canvas in rough dabs. I dip the edge of the sponge into the black paint before blending the colours into the canvas. I hum to the music, bopping my head back and forth. I was lost in this canvas. Nothing else matters right now.

I stare at the piece for a while before deciding to fix another area that I don’t think looks convincing enough. My favourite song comes along and I can’t resist it. I set the palette and sponge down to dance in place. I move my body around to the beat as I sing along out loud.

This is the norm for me. Singing, dancing and painting all at the same time. I was alone in my studio after all. I’m doing a painting for Sebastian for our anniversary gift. I want it to be perfect.

I do a quick spin to the music. I catch a glimpse of the large clock on the wall. My eyes widen and I stop immediately. I stare at the clock carefully. 8:23. I look through the window and sure enough, it was dark outside. I let out a gasp before quickly clean myself up. I wash out the brushes, palettes and sponge and cover up the canvas.

I store it into the storage room before locking it up tight. I lock up my studio room and run down the hallway. I’m so late. Sebastian would be home any minute and I haven’t made dinner. Argh, this is why I shouldn’t paint without someone there with me to remind me of the time. I always just lose myself in paintings for hours on end.

When I arrived at our apartment, it was brightly lit. I smell something delicious cooking in the kitchen. Great… he’s home. My heart aches. I feel a little terrible for doing this, possibly, the hundredth time to him.

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