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 :)
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.
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.
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.