that little white dot is a star!

“The night is even more richly colored than the day… . If only one pays attention to it, one sees that certain stars are citron yellow, while others have a pink glow or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expiating on this theme, it should be clear that putting little white dots on a blue-black surface is not enough.” - Vincent Van Gogh


So after painting my 30k Ahriman, I had several people asking how I painted his galaxy cloak. I finally got around to doing a tutorial on the general method with my 40k Ahriman (although I think I went a little overboard on the density of stars with this guy, oops). Anyway, here we go:

  1. Black base! Although any kind of really dark colour would probably work.
  2. Dapple on your first dark colour (in this case red), in the general area/pattern you want your galaxy effect in. For this one, I decided to try a spiral galaxy effect rather than a more random nebulae like I used on my 30k Ahriman. Make sure your paint’s fairly thin, and you can let it pool in certain areas to get some variation in coverage. It helps to have reference pictures!
  3. Continue with whatever other dark colours you want to use - for this example, I went with pretty much the full spectrum just to demonstrate the different colours and transitions between them.
  4. Once those are dry, start dappling thin layers of brighter colours a little more sparsely over the previous colours. You also don’t have to stay entirely on the previous layer, it’s okay to go over onto the black areas as well. In this particular photo, I’ve only done some red/orange and some green so far.
  5. Continue dappling those brighter colours on! Here I’ve continued with teal, purple, more red, and blue. Make sure your paint’s thin enough that it’s still a little translucent - you can also push it around a bit to leave it thinner in some areas and more concentrated in others.
  6. Keep building up thin layers of brighter colours over the previous layers. In this pic I’ve moved on to orange and yellow over the previous red areas.
  7. I kind of skipped ahead a little here and continued on right up to white in just the central area of the spiral.
  8. Once you’re up to the brightest colours, just start dotting it on in individual spots, rather than dapples like before. Here I’ve done the green, teal and blue. Make sure to rest your hand often if it start cramping up!
  9. Here I’ve continued on with the violet, red, orange and yellow dots.
  10. Finally, carefully dot on white paint for the brightest stars, including a few larger ones with added little shine lines. Try not to go too overboard with them though (like I did here, oops) - leave some areas with not as many stars.

If you’ve only used two or three colours (instead of a whole spectrum like I did here), you can also use a wash over the whole thing to help tie the different areas of colour together, then go over it with some more white dots again. I did this on my 30k Ahriman with a blue wash, since all the colours I used in that one had blue in them. You can also go back with the black to add in some more random patches with less stars to help break things up a little.

Anyway, that’s pretty much it! It does take a while (I think I spent about five hours overall on this, though it would’ve gone a lot faster if I wasn’t using so many different colours). I hope it helps, and please let me know if you have any questions!


“At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.”     - Vincent van Gogh

Loving Vincent (2016) dir.Dorota Kobiela, Hugh Welchman

anonymous asked:

What are the underwear head cannons for the exwires and yukio

(i just fucking did this and I accidentally closed the app i’m gonna kms)


  • Wears character underwear
  • It adds spice to his strict life
  • Also owns normal underwear too
  • Buys them online
  • I highly recommend reading the aoex spin off, its v funny


  • As a child he loves Yo-kai watch 
  • He still watches it and plays the DS games today
  • He has a shit ton of stuff from it from his childhood
  • So of course he buys the underwear
  • His favourite character is Komasan, he didn’t know it as a child but he was attached to him due to the similarity to his flames


  • He doesn’t care about his underwear much
  • Just buys it and get on with it
  • He buys for comfort
  • Nothing to revealing
  • Does own a pair of superman underwear because he used to be really into marvel and still is


  • He has normal underwear
  • But also has a few daring options too
  • He also has a few pink pairs to match his hair
  • He went through a phase of not wearing any at all
  • Grew out of it when his brother Kinzou got into the habit of pulling his pants down in public a lot


  • Ya, you guessed it, it’s cats
  • This boy loves his cats
  • He has a thing for matching his socks to his underwear
  • He always receives cat underwear or socks from at least one person for christmases or birthdays 
  • Buys for comfort but he always ends up suffering internally when the elastic digs into his waist
  • If he could, he’s go commando but he’s too frightened too


  • He wears basic white boxer briefs 
  • Or some weird ass shit like above
  • Sometimes he goes commando
  • It’s enough to ensure he never has a partner in gym class


  • Wears either plain white or flower designs
  • Her mom still buys her underwear
  • Mostly traditional Japanese style pattens
  • Buys for comfort


  • Loves kawaii style underwear
  • With hello kitty, my melody, little twin stars, Purin, Kuromi and any other Sanrio character on them
  • Or general kawaii in general
  • She loves cute things and embraces herself through her underwear
  • Also likes basic, laced bralettes from urban outfitters


  • Also likes kawaii underwear
  • Likes polka dots and light colours mainly 
  • Also has a few darker colours as well
  • She and Izumo sometimes share underwear since they’re round about the same size and they’re into similar styles
  • They don’t really care as it all gets washed anyway
  • Izumo prays Shima will never find out

(i had a lot of fun doing this, but now I have like loads of pictures of underwear saved to my laptop)

A Taste of Home

This beautiful post happened, and I couldn’t resist using it as an AU for my own Ryder, Erin! So I take no credit for the concept, just running with it to drench myself in more gross fluff involving Jaal and Ryder :3c

I’m 100% sure I can’t do more justice to Jaal’s side of the story than the original post did, so this is from Ryder’s side of things.

Spoilers for game ending!

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The night is even more richly coloured than the day… . If only one pays attention to it, one sees that certain stars are citron yellow, while others have a pink glow or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expiating on this theme, it should be clear that putting little white dots on a blue-black surface is not enough.
—  Vincent van Gogh, letter to sister, September 1888

Prompt: Omg I loved your soulmate au with chekov it was hilarious and so cute at the same time. Is there any chance that you would do a part 2?? Either way you’re a great writer, keep it up :) - anon

Warnings: None

Parings: Chekov/Reader

A/N: PART 1   

Word Count: 1012

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Marvelous Circular Tattoos by Eva Krbdk

Eva Krbdk etches beautiful circular tattoos, engraving a snippet of her creation on people’s arms, a bit of her, living forever.

Krbdk’s miniature creations cover everything from scenic watercolor paintings to intricate black and white dot works, each piece holding intricate details, all confined within the circle.

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A Court of Wildness and Ice

Thank u at @saessenach u are the best beta evah.

CHAPTER 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Chapter 6

She still feels his arms around her.

For Nesta, it’s like Cassian never left the room.

His scent is all around her, sticking to her clothes, to her hair, to every inch of this room, to the world.

She looks at her palm, not a trace of the wound left.

Nesta closes her eyes; she should be asleep, but she can’t and it’s not-not because of her new life- like it has been for all this time since Hybern, not because of her rage or because of the bite of anger in her stomach, it’s because-

it’s because she can’t stop thinking about him.

And it’s neither cold nor hateful, both feelings she is used to, it’s- it’s warm and grateful and she doesn’t know what to do with it.

“Nesta? Are you awake?” Nesta nearly jumps at the soft sound of Elains voice.
Her sister moves and comes near her and Nesta wants to move away, but doesn’t.
“Are you thinking of him? Of Cassian?”  Elain whispers, her voice tentative and gentle like she’s dealing with a scared child.

Nesta doesn’t turn to look at her sister, doesn’t answer, she just clenches her fists until it hurts.

Elain takes a deep breath, as if she doesn’t know if she should press the matter or not, and Nesta hopes her sister will just go back to sleep.

But her sister moves closer and Nesta can feel Elain’s eyes on the side of her face.

“I saw him, in Hybern,” at those words Nesta turns sharply to look at Elain, fear poisoning her heart and two words on the tip of her tongue

shut up

shut up

shut up

“It was just a moment but I-I saw as he tried to move; to get to you.”

Nesta looks at Elain, at her soft brown eyes and her throat burns with words and words,

why are you telling me this?

it doesn’t matter

you’re lying

I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care

liar, liar, liar

but Nesta can’t move and breathe and think.
It’s too much, more than she deserves and she-

Cassian kept her together when she was breaking and now-
What did she do for him? What did she do to deserve all of this?
Is it the promise he made? Does he feel obliged to do all of this?

She screws her eyes shut for a moment, trying to not think of his apology, of the way his voice broke because it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

And Nesta, she wants to scream because a part of her- childish and stupid and cruel- hopes it’s not only that, not only that promise, hopes there’s something more, something that will explain the ache in her chest, like a fresh wound, like nothing she has ever felt, like need and affection and-

She knows it’s not only her body he wants, not like all the men in her life that made her lips curl in disgust, she knows that Cassian wants more and that scares her so much because she knows, she knows.

Nesta looks at her sister now and there’s a soft smile on Elain’s face, like she already knows what’s haunting her older sister and Nesta can’t help but notice how this is the first time she and Elain have a conversation like this, the first time that her sister, the sister she always tried to protect, to shield from the world, tries to talk to her of such matters and Nesta doesn’t see a child, not her little, innocent sister, but a young woman, an equal.

She doesn’t know why it leaves the taste of pride and loss on her tongue.

“Goodnight, Nesta,” Elain mutters and shifts to hide under the covers, soon to be asleep.

Nesta closes her eyes, opens them, stares at Elain’s hair, at the ceiling, the wall, and closes her eyes so tightly she sees white dots like stars on the inside of her eyelids.

She thinks of him and thinks of him and thinks of him, of his voice, of his hands, of his skin, of the way he makes her lose control, of the way he put her back together.

He tried to save her.

She wraps her arms around herself, trying to replicate his warmth, to feel as whole as she did in his arms, but in vain; she feels hollow now, and she wants to hate him, to break him for it, for taking a part of her with him and leaving her empty.

And the more time passes, the more unbearable it becomes, the way her skin aches with the memory of him, makes her want to crawl out of her own flesh.

Nesta hides her face in the pillow, her hands gripping the fabric like she’s falling from the edge of the world.
Why did he try to save her? Why? With his wings shredded and his family in such a vulnerable position, why did he try to go to her?

She-Nesta doesn’t deserve it, like she didn’t deserve his promise, so why did he do it? Why can he, and only he, look right through her like her-like her walls are only glass and why couldn’t she stay away from him, those hazel eyes drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

And in his arms, Nesta felt at peace for the first time since she was turned into, into this thing, or, if she has to be sincere with herself, since ever.

And only the thought of it makes her hate how vulnerable he makes her feel- Nesta wants to cling to her anger, because it’s something she knows, and no matter how much it hurts her or those around her, it is safe, unlike the voice that screams at her to cling to him.

She wants that voice to disappear forever.

And that thing, that shield she created, growing from her chest and all around them, with the sole purpose of keeping him near her, to never let him go, it was the proof of the monster she now is, of how unnatural she became and of how-

of how much she wants him.

It crushes her, this need of him, makes her do things she never would have done, like tipping up her chin to him, for him, exposing her throat to Cassian, digging her fingers in his leathers to keep him close- she has never done something like that, she never allowed herself such vulnerability, not even with Tomas, because he was just another man, just someone who could keep her from starving, and Nesta remembers how wrong he felt, how his touch made her want to wash her skin for days and days, how his fingertips on her skin left her feeling unclean, like all the men that looked at her like she was a piece of meat at the market.

But not Cassian.
There was something else in his eyes, something that she didn’t know, something stronger and deeper.

And she can’t-she can’t think of him in that room, alone, in pain, only the thought of it makes her ribcage close in on her, makes it feel like a cage.

She can’t, can’t, can’t

Nesta moves, and the cold of the pavement under her naked feet brings her back to reality and she tries to clear her head, breathing deeply.

She looks at Elain one last time, at her sleeping form, trying to make no sound.

There’s a fire in the pit of Nesta’s stomach and it burns more brightly than she can bear because she doesn’t understand it, she can’t hide it and she can’t extinguish it and it doesn’t decrease, it burns and burns and it engulfs her and she wants to get lost in it, like when she was just a little child and would sit in front of the fire for hours, watching the flames dance, or when they were in that damned hovel, when the fire was the only thing keeping her alive, the only thing giving her some semblance of warmth.

She walks out of the room, looking at the light of the moon on the corridor as she walks faster and faster.

She is in front of that room again, Cassian’s room, and she grips the handle so strongly her knuckles become white and she feels fear pooling in her gut as she starts to lower it, but thinks better of it; she knocks, as lightly as she can because she doesn’t want to startle him or-or to wake him if he’s sleeping she just-

If he’s going to save her every time, she will do her best to deserve it, she will-

No words come from him but Nesta feels something, like a sharp tug right in the middle of her chest pulling her forward and she lowers the handle: the room is dark, the only source of light is the moonlight coming through the tiny window but even if she can’t see him, she knows that Cassian is awake.

She moves slowly, her eyes adjusting to the darkness quicker than they should, and she sits on the chair in front of him, her chin high, her back straight, her hands trembling.

Nesta can feel Cassian’s eyes on her and she’s glad of the darkness, but he moves, his arm going so near her that she holds her breath and as his fingers touch the candle on the nightstand a flame rises and she looks at him, at the utter surprise painted on his face, like he can’t believe she’s here.

She looks back at him and she realizes that she never said his name, not out loud, only said it inside of her head, locked away in her heart.

Nesta looks at him, her hands closed into fists around the fabric of her nightgown and whispers


At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.
—  Vincent Van Gogh

Your eyes flipped open when you felt that Niall wasn’t laying next to you anymore. According to the time one the clock, which was around 2:30 in the morning, he had probably gotten up to get himself a snack since he hadn’t eaten dinner. Still, you got up to see if he was doing just that. You were wearing nothing but a t shirt and your underwear, so you slipped on some pajama pants and went to investigate for a missing Niall.

The living room and kitchen was totally empty, nothing seemed to be out of place. No signs of anyone having food or a misplaced pillow on the couch. Except one of his guitars, his acoustic one, was missing from his wall, and the light on the patio was turned on. The blinds from the back door pushed back and the door left open ever so slightly. You frowned to yourself in confusion. You peeked through the glass and you spotted Niall, sitting in a chair on the patio under the roof, playing his guitar.

It was drizzling rain and pretty chilly outside. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt. You pulled the door open, stepping out barefoot on the patio. You shivered, wrapped your arms around your body.

“What are you doing?” You blurted out, making Niall jump in his seat a little bit. He calmed down when he realized it was only you, and gave a little smile.

“Couldn’t sleep. I wanted to play but I didn’t wanna wake you, so I came out here. It’s nice out, isn’t it?” Niall shrugged, continuing to strum his guitar.

A pencil was stuck behind his ear and a notebook sitting in his lap. You thought it was rather odd for him to be sitting out here by himself in the early hours of the morning, but you stopped questioning him because he almost never seemed to do anything that seemed normal. He was weird, but a true sweetheart with good intentions. You shrugged, sitting in a chair across from him.

The rain started to pick up just a little bit, beating harder against the roof that extended over the patio. You sat and listened to the sounds all around you. The rain, pattering against the roof and the ground, the crickets chirping, Niall playing his song he was writing and him humming a few words, the scribbling of his pencil against his notebook. This was completely relaxing. You watched Nialls fingers move up and down the neck of the guitar, absolutely fascinated with his process of song writing. You always wondered what was going on inside his head. You could practically see the gears turning in his beautiful brain. Niall took a second to glance over at you, looked back down at his guitar for another second, and then looked back at you as he realized you were sat in the corner curled in a little ball, shivering just a little bit with your arms stuffed inside your shirt.

“You cold, darling?” He asked, as if it wasn’t obvious. You hummed in reply.

“Just a little bit.”

“Why don’t you go back inside? You don’t have to sit out here with me.” Niall told you, resting his arm on the side of his guitar. You shook your head.

“I don’t wanna go inside if you’re out here.” You simply said. Niall thought you made a good point, since he couldn’t really sleep without you either.

“Well come over here then.” He waved you over.

You got up, Niall leaned the guitar against the wall, tucking his pencil back behind his ear and his notebook under his leg. He patted his lap and you sat right on his thighs, curling up against him. Niall took your hands in his, blowing warm air on them and rubbing them together to make them warm. He started rubbing up and down your arm, the wrapped his around you and held you there and started swaying back and forth. You rested your head on his shoulder and Niall gave you a little forehead kiss. You both stared out into the backyard, watching the rain come down on the green grass and on the garden you started. The sky was a blue-ish black, littered with white dots for stars. A pretty sight during this time.

“What’s the song you were playing?” You suddenly asked.

“Haven’t given it a title yet. I got the chorus and a few verses down, though.” Niall responded, still looking up at the sky.

“I liked it.” You admitted.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s got a nice melody.” You yawned, snuggling closer to Nialls body. Somehow he was still warm after sitting in the chilled air for however long.

Your eyes were starting to get a little heavy and drowsiness taking over you again. Niall chuckled at you as you rubbed your eyes.

“Getting sleepy?” He asked, whispering in your ear. You nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. Then Niall yawned.

“Me too.” He sighed. “Look you got me yawning now.” Sleepiness starting to hit him again too.

“Maybe we should go to bed now.” You suggested, climbing out of Nialls lap. He nodded in agreement and stood to grab his guitar and notebook, and followed you into the house.

Niall hung his guitar back on the wall as you pulled back the blinds and locked the door. Unexpectedly, Niall came up behind you, resting his hands on your hips.

“I’ll carry you if you want me to.” He lowly whispered in your ear, as if someone would hear if he spoke too loud.

He pressed a cheeky kiss to the back of your neck, you almost melted into his arms. You nodded, spinning around to face him, then jumping on him, wrapping your legs around his waist. You couldn’t help yourself by giggling into his neck, and kissing it lightly.

“Back to bed, we go.” Niall muttered, making his way down the hall and back to the bedroom.

He laid you down gently on your side of the bed, hovering over you and planting a kiss to your lips for a moment. He climbed over you to his side and snuggled under the blankets and close to you. You reached behind you, taking Nialls hand and giving it a kiss. You could feel Nialls lips curve in a little smile as he nestled his face in your neck.

“Goodnight, petal.” Niall whispered.

“Night.” You whispered back.

“Anna Anderson in a swimsuit. A cute green swimsuit with white polka dots. She was so small but even her modest one-piece swimsuit didn’t conceal the flare of her hips. Or the tantalizing smattering of freckles covering her chest and shoulders.

She was wearing flip flops that had little sunflowers at the top of the strap. Of course she was.”

This piece was inspired by under the stars - Kristanna round Robin
Chapter one by minnothebunny 

“At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly colored than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.” 

- Vincent van Gogh

The Starry Night, 1889

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I have the headcanon that through all the stress Maxie wentthrough the whole thing of Ky and Don, the doctor recommended to dosomething relaxing and so learned to knit. Just started to makesweaters for kids but then began to do for everyone. Mainly thosehorrible sweaters tematics used for holidays. But as he is really theking of idiots made some for her boyfriend and his friends with phrases like “Aqua Bara”, “Flare bae”, “Galactic Husbando”, “Kalos Bitch”, etc.

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Gio: Sugar daddy boss

I needed a pick me up…since I’m writing something with some feels (*coughCyrusCryingcough*)

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Window Of Opportunity - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Anonymous said: 4,6 and 13 with Sebastian Stan?? Or just 4&6 whatever you like better

4. “I had to see you again.” - 6. “I missed you.” - 13. “Come over here and make me, then.”

You always felt calmer at night time, perhaps it was the coolness of the air around you, or the quiet of the world which normally sounds over your own voice. People were going to bed now, some people already were in bed in fact, but for you your night had only just ended.

Sebastian walked you to your front door for the fifth time in two weeks. This little outing had just so happened to be your fifth date, and sadly it would be your last for a while. Tonight Sebastian was to leave on flight 103, he’ll be going to Ireland for a while to film for a movie and that’s why he’d rushed out as many dates as he could with you. Not that you were complaining about that.

The past two weeks have been amazing, you practically spent every day with him and the dates were always a surprise, he insisted on it. Thankfully you’d managed to get him to agree to going on dates planned only by you when he returns, just so it will be fair.

He’d taken you to posh restaurants, a fortune teller, a concert for your favourite band, camping. Your favourite date was the one where you had a sleepover at Sebastian’s but you did it like a ‘proper teenage girls dream’; that isn’t to say it was extravagant or anything. You made a huge bed fort, ate junk food, watched rom coms (which Sebastian had a surprising affinity for), gossiped, and then made out for a bit. Whilst that was your favourite, tonight had ended pretty well after he took you out for a couple of drinks until the sunset went away, then he’d taken you to go stargazing.

Sebastian picked a star for the two of you to share, though you knew it would probably be impossibly to find it again amidst the millions of other tiny white dots in the sky, you promised to look at it every night and think of him. He promised to do the same thing.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” Sebastian asked, you’d dressed in a nice summer dress but now that it was around midnight you had felt a little regret not bringing a jumper or something.

You rolled your eyes at him, “calm down babe, we’re almost at my house.” You slowed down your pace slightly and clasped your hand around his, allowing him to lace his fingers between yours. You continued to walk together, your conjoined hands swinging between you as the silence took over once more.

Talking wasn’t a necessity between you and Seb anymore, not after the days you’d spent just properly getting to know one another. Now you were just comfortable. And it broke your heart to think that this might end; once he’s gone on that flight you’ll have to put a lot of faith on Sebastian and hope that when he returns he’ll still want to be in a relationship with you, of course you’ll have skype and texting to sate any desires for a connection with him through the weeks he’ll be gone. But part of you was worried that you’ll just slowly drift apart, he will be in a different time zone as well which just adds more problems.

His hand suddenly tightened yours and you looked up to see him giving you a gentle glare fixed on your eyes, “get out of your head, okay?” Gulping, you nodded your head and shrugged your shoulders as some sort of apology. He understood what you meant and leaned in to kiss your forehead. “We’re here.” He announced.

Looking up, you found your house to indeed be in front of you. And it had suddenly turned into a very lonely looking sight. “I’m going to miss you,” you admitted, turning away from the two story house that now seemed like an empty mansion you no longer wanted, “a lot.”

“I’m going to miss you too, but, you know, I’ll be back soon and when I do get back we can have another sleepover or something.” Sebastian had to bend his knees slightly so he could look into your eyes, the expression on his face was bright. He had a smile filling his face and those blue eyes of his that you loved were practically shining. It all just showed how much confidence he had in your relationship and that really helped with making you believe in it as well. “Now you go to bed, I’ll call you when I land in Ireland okay?”

“All right,” you said this with a lot more glee, your boyfriends happy spirit apparently being contagious. Automatically, your arms went and wrapped around his neck so that you were able to pull yourself up to begin kissing him. Seen as it was going to be your last kiss for a while you took some liberties, not caring that you were stood outside and not in the privacy of your bedroom.

Five minutes of kissing must have passed before Sebastian managed to form enough energy to refrain from you, this sort of refrain you didn’t possess though you felt it would have been quite helpful. “Okay, goodbye, Y/N.”

“Bye.” You kissed him once more.

He kept this kiss much shorter than the other one. “I’m serious, goodbye.”

You nodded your head, “goodbye.”

“Bye.” He began to walk backwards.

“Bye.” you responded back, trying to keep the goofy smile from forming on your lips. It became impossible though as Seb almost fell over, he managed to refrain his balance after a second though. “You okay?” You asked through the giggles.

“Yep, goodbye.”

“Bye.” You said again, watching him walk down the drive. And then once he got to the end of the street you decided to call out his name. “Seb!”

He turned around to face you, and you could just imagine the confused expression he must have had on his face. “Yeah?!” He called back.

“I miss you!”

You believe you saw the white glint of his teeth appear beneath the bright street light, “I miss you too!” He called back, beginning to walk away again.

Finally you got into your home, no longer feeling as bothered by its emptiness and concerning yourself more with how excited you were for him to return. You kept your mind busy on that, knowing if you let it stray then you might make yourself sad again and Seb would just whine at you if you did that.

So instead you got ready for bed. You put on your pyjamas, brushed your teeth, and got into bed. You decided to put on a movie for a little bit, choosing to watch Civil War for obvious reasons. By the time that was over, you were starting to feel drowsy and so you cuddled up against your pillows and allowed sleep to take over you. Only, you never truly got it as you began to hear some banging against the window.

The sound had you jumping out of your bed and reaching for the bat you always kept at the end of your bed. As a female living alone in her twenties, you were always scared about intruders, hence the unused (until today) steel bat that had been your comfort through the years. The noise was coming from your window, and when you turned to it, hoping to catch the sight of an idiot bird or something, you were surprised to see Sebastian’s head appearing from the side, a guilty expression on his face.

You couldn’t believe it. You even turned the light on, just to make sure you weren’t dreaming things but not even the light made his silhouette in the window disappear. Curse words escaped your lips as you opened the window, allowing Seb to climb in.

“Hello,” he said, dusting off imaginary dirt from his clothes. “Miss me?”

Words were hard to form at first, everything you tried to say came out as a stuttered mess. Of course you were happy to see him, you were always happy to see Seb but it was rather strange him appearing at two in the morning via your window of all places. He must have climbed up the pipe next to your window, and that image alone made your mind swirl once more. “What?” It was the only word you managed to get out, when really you wanted to rant to him about how dangerous it was and how strange it was as well.

He raised an eyebrow at your one word, having to decide for himself exactly which part you were asking about. “I had to see you again,” he explained slowly. Your reaction wasn’t exactly a confidence booster; the slightly angry (or disturbed, he couldn’t really tell) expression on your face conveyed the idea that you didn’t want him there.

“Why?” One word questions seemed to be working out for you and so you decided to stick with that until you manage to get all your senses back into working order.

His shoulders raised and then dropped, “I missed you.”

A laugh escaped you then, it only lasted a second but you knew it had made you seem a little insane. You had no more words to use in your limited vocabulary and so you simply embraced him, your arms taking their usual spot around his neck. It was an amazing feeling, so amazing you found it hard to name. It was an overwhelming sense of love that swirled violently in your belly yet only brought happiness despite it’s aggression. You’d never thought of yourself as a lucky person, yet here you stand at two in the morning feeling like a truly blessed girl.

And it was all because of Sebastian. This man had made sure your two weeks together had been amazing. This man had kept you so distracted on the first date that your anxiety couldn’t get in the way and spoil it. This man had decided you were worth giving up his last few moments before going back to work. This man… was just amazing. And yours.

Tears began to escape your eyes and when Sebastian felt the dampness hit his neck he pulled back slightly so he could look at your face, “what’s wrong?!” His hand that had settled on your waist rose up to wipe away the tears.

“I don’t know, I’m just so happy.” The smile that filled his face was adorable, and it just made that aggressive swirling in your belly begin to hit your insides harder. “Is it too early to say that I love you?”

“Probably. But I feel the same way so who cares?”

You didn’t kiss him, instead you hugged him tighter and Sebastian knew why. You’d already told him that you thought that a hug was a much more powerful thing than a kiss. A hug told the person that you were equal to them, and that you were happily bonded with them. A kiss could distract a person, whilst a hug was an innocent and much more romantic way of declaring companionship.

Once you were finished squeezing him as tight as you could, you pulled away and wiped away any remaining tears from your eyes. “You have to go now,” the words hurt to say but you knew it was the right thing to do.

His eyebrows scrunched together, “why?”

“Because what if some paparazzi saw you climbing into my bloody window in the middle of the night, it will be so bad for your image Seb.” You thought this was a good reason, but he still didn’t seem to care. Instead of doing as you’d ordered, he moved even further away from your window and took a seat on your bed. Bouncing on it as he sat down. “Sebastian Stan, you need to go.” You stretched out the ‘o’, finding that you sounded very much like a child when you did it but you hoped your whining would get him to actually listen.

“My car is outside and it’s got all my luggage in it, my phone has an alarm on it telling me when I need to leave. I thought this through. So, if you still want me to leave…” He began to empty out his pockets, placing his keys and phone onto your bed side table. Once he’d done that, he laid down on the bed, placing his arms behind his head, “come over here and make me, then.”

At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.
—  Vincent van Gogh
Sunset tutorial

First step, planning, if I don’t draw out some lines for the basic elements of the scene, my painting gets messy really quickly. so grab your highest H pencil, (a 3-6 should work), and sketch out some of the bigger clouds you want, get and idea for the layout of your sky, where will the sun be? what will be the darkest area in your sky. 

Next plan a basic sketch of whatever is below your sky, mountains, cityscape, trees, whatever. Here’s my first big tip, if you don’t have Windsors & Newton masking fluid, go and get some. This will keep your foreground clean while you paint the sky, I use lightly tinted non permanent fluid, which shows up yellow on the page, and you peel off when its dry. This stuff is a miracle, seriously.

Now we’re going to start painting. Start in the brightest areas, thin down yellow paint and add a layer where we want our sun rays to hit. Give paint a moment to dry, then relayer. If you feel your sunlight needs to be brighter, thicken the yellow a little and blend it outwards. 

Our next step is to start mixing in orange. water down the orange and mix it with some yellow. Start dragging strokes outwards form the yellow, pulling the colour and mixing more evenly. Gradually darken the paint, and continue to drag from the light areas. Once we have the yellow to orange gradient laid down, wait for it to dry and was can start adding clouds. 

Take a darker shade of orange and start designing your clouds. I typically use a round brush for this, but you might like to use a softer bristled brush,  to create soft edges. I have two methods for this, you can see on the bottom the clouds are very solid, they have a defined shape. For this I simply pull colour from the orange out into the yellow into the shape I desire. For the clouds on the top, I start by taking a wet paint free brush and lightening some of the edges of the sky around where the clouds will be. Then I dab orange on the page and let the water mix and swirl the paint. You can then add a darker layer of paint on top of the cloud to give it shape.

Now we’re going to start adding the basic sky colours, for this example I will be using pinks and lavenders. Now I always had a hard time making nice, bright pinks with watercolours because of my hesitancy to use white. What I’ve found as a replacement is to mix a bright red and peach colour together, that gives it the hot pink look without the dullness of the white. To make a nice lavender, simply mix purple into the pink colour. 

This step is fairly simple, lay down the pinks in areas of the sky receiving medium light. Although I will be darkening this scene up quite a lot, It’s always good to start light and work dark. You can work with gradients here too. As pink is a lighter colour than lavender, place pink closer to the light areas and blend outwards into lavender.

Now we’re really going to start shaping our sky. we’re going to continue our gradient of pink to lavender, and fade it into a deeper purple. The farther up the sky you go, the more blue tones you can add in. Again, start light, we can darken and add more depth later, but for mow just lay out the base colours. 

I’ve also started to add more depth to the centre cloud formation. Finding the right balance between too blended and too sharp can be tricky, but it’s best to blend heavily on the bottom layers so we can add darker contrast above. What I do to create the shape, Is I take a stiffer brush, maybe a point or an oval, and I draw a bubbly, fluffy shape. Then I we the inner edges and blend into the cloud. Try to keep your cloud edges from touching the edges of your sky, but if this happens simply wet your brush and blend outward, don’t worry we will define clouds more heavily in the next step.

So for this piece I decided to create dark clouds over top of a light sunset, I am quite fond of dynamic contrast but you don’t have to make your sunset as dark as this one. 

You can see I’ve started defining the inner shapes of the cloud. I started by adding a darker layer on top of the outer most edges of the clouds, and creating increasingly darker layers. The darker my strokes, the less I blended and the more defined my cloud shape became. I did this with all my clouds, the pinks becoming dark reds and purples. All strokes follow the general shape of the cloud outline.

The sky above has also been darkened, a combination of pure purple and navy blue will serve as a nice dark sky colour, lightly blend in black starting from the corners of the page. You dont want the black absorbing your whole image. 

Finally, peel off the mask, and paint your foreground. I did a super simple silhouette but added some depth by lightly colouring the mountains giving them a very basic shape. For the stars I mixed a little bit of white acrylic in with my white watercolour because I feel that acrylics show up better on black. I used a toothpick to dot on some stars, but using a white ink pen would also work well

Ok, well I hope this was what you were looking for and I hope it makes sense, and other specific question feel free to ask. I’m kinda terrible at teaching, but hopefully this gave you some ideas. auburn-trees