#experimental colouring/painting

[kyo-mei]

A Han Jisung portrait that I started months ago but didn't continue 'till today

[crabsnpersimmons]

I got my hair cut the other day and of course I had to draw the dca boys running a hair salon:

Sun would be so effortlessly charming. Always chatting away with customers, explaining each product he uses and how to best maintain and style their hair.

Moon I can see being popular with the less chattier customers (like me) but over time they begin to open up. I imagine he hums while working. Otherwise, he's all ears for the newest gossip.

(The clipped up hat idea came from @bamsara's solar lunacy doodles!)

Also I love the popular headcanon that the dca can speak other languages, so I can imagine them being a hit with the aunties.

The full sketch page under cut! And some of my other thoughts

Other thoughts about this... AU? Can I call it an AU? Feels kinda small for an AU, but whatever:

Eclipse works there too! Haven't decided if it would be canon or fanon Eclipse, though I really like the image of 4-armed Eclipse working on 2 clients at once (plus, the nickname Clip is perfect for this scenario)

of course they're great with kids! They'd be able to console kids that get scared of getting their hair cut. Sun would do a little trick and tell them how good and brave they are all the way through. Moon would console them and hum a soothing song (or hey maybe they notice the kid's wearing a disney shirt and starts humming some showtunes). Every kid gets a candydrop and a balloon on their way out.

y/n works at the hair salon as a part-timer and does tasks around the salon like sweeping, arranging bookings, washing hair, etc. They don't really care too much about their own hair, but the boys are always offering to style it, dye it, braid it. With y/n's permission, the boys always toy with their hair—patting it, combing their hands through it, brushing it over y/n's ear, ruffling it.

[eye-of-enigmatic-thought]

Experimental portrait of Mani. I initially sketched him out because drawing Mani soothes me when I'm anxious or sad, but I decided to full on render him for the fun and experimentation

Texturing fluff is pretty fun!

[dead-set-goat]

A world burnt by gentle flames

[themakerbirdnest]

Killing the Sun, 2024, Birdnest

[confusedalpacart]

experimental worm

[rrrauschen]

Diana Reichenbach, {2009} Harmonics

[artistonamission]

Obsessed with Natural Colours..

Outside of my practice my other interest is making natural colours…

Do you know which vegetable this is?

[mrs-falcon]

Just trying out some new markers our roommate bought - they look like ordinary markers but they paint like they're actual brushed omg

Drawing © MrsFalcon (FFTC) (me)

[michael-arsenault]

Pink Rose Flower Portrait (2022)

A gift for my mother on her birthday featuring her favourite kind of roses.

Oil & Acrylic on canvas, 24 x 30 inches

Reposted to this blog after I accidently posted it to the wrong one. XP

[sketchypenface]

Another set of acrylic pouring outcomes.

[msdanigart]

4 x 6 Monochromatic Abstract Series- By Ms. Dani G Art- 2024

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So, I was thinking of those large canvases in the museums that are painted just one colour and was ✨ inspired ✨

I was going to just paint the paper one colour and add some texture with acrylics and maybe some collage elements (ideas for the future) but then I thought of using every art supply that I had in that one colour instead.

I used watercolours, acrylic paints, acrylic inks, colour pencils for a couple and a sharpie for the green. Red and yellow also have some metallic elements in 'gold' and 'cherry' ✨✨✨

These paintings are part of my mini-painting collection where I create smaller pieces for my pleasure and your (monetary) convenience (means they're a few dollars less than my bigger pieces *wink wonk* 😉)

[crazystarr]

practicing a more eccentric and improvised coloring style

[hurlingdown]

thinkin’ about . . . exhibitionism with attention whore gojo satoru. it all started with a hand between his thighs . . .

tags. sub! afab! gojo, stranger! reader. exhibitionism, crossdressing, degradation, mild dub-con. groping and fingering his pussy on the subway while jerking off to that sweet ass.

satoru knows he looks good. he’s wearing a cream-coloured cardigan, cropped right above his stomach to display his slender waist, with the tiniest pink mini-skirt to match. there’s only a sliver of skin left between that and his white lace stockings, perfectly showing off the plump curve of his ass. 

there wasn’t anyone paying attention to him on the subway, though, everyone being too busy tapping away at their screens. he gives a soft huff at the sight. stupid fucking phones. the train doors slide open with blaring music, the new crowd of passengers shoving him deeper into the cart. pressed against the closed train doors, he suddenly feels something stroke his inner thigh. 

the doors close. the train starts moving. he freezes, looking around, but no one’s paying attention to him. an accident? likely. 

it doesn’t stop there, though. seconds later, he feels something stroke the same spot on his thigh again, this time brushing up until it rubs against the clothed slit of his pussy, back and forth. deliberately. satoru bites his lip, feeling himself get wet. 

perhaps someone was paying attention to him, after all. 

he pushes his ass back experimentally, gasping lightly when he feels the solid swell of an erection, now wedged firmly between his asscheeks. he hears a faint, amused mutter of ‘fucking slut’, and he bites down a whine at the sudden arousal shooting through him. 

“did y’really think no one would notice?” a voice mutters in his ear, and satoru gives a soft whimper as the front of his skirt lifts, cold air hitting his soaked panties. “dressed and actin’ like some cheap two dollar whore. yer just beggin’ to be groped.” 

your hand creeps up his cardigan to fondle his supple chest, pulling and twisting at a nipple, while two fingers manage to find his clit, now messily rubbing it through his underwear. he arches his back, biting his lip harder as his legs begin to shake, breaths slipping out in steamy pants against the window. “f-fuck. slow down.”  

it’s dirty, being touched and groped like this in the middle of a train ride. his panties being pulled to the side so that the stranger can press a finger inside his wet, aching pussy. the hard swell of a cock behind him, the mutter of filthy words and promises. all of it is dirty, and he’s fucking addicted to it. 

satoru chokes on a moan when he feels a second finger slide inside with the first, and he clenches around them with a slick squelch, grinding his ass back. 

“close,” he whispers shakily. the speakers announce the train’s rapid arrival at the next station. a green light blinks from above, signalling that the doors were going to open on his side. his heart pounds in his chest at the relevation that they’re all going to see. 

the hand fondling his chest leaves him, and he hears the faint rustle of clothes from behind. fuck, is he jerking off? to me? he moans softly at the thought, slick gushing out. 

“shut up and keep quiet f’me.” satoru obediently clamps a hand over his mouth as he humps your fingers with renewed urgency, feeling his release closing in. the train’s starting to slow down now, the station blurring before his eyes, and he gives a loud, desperate whimper into the cup of his hand as he cums all over your fingers, shuddering at the warm splatter painting his skirt and rear—

the train music blares. 

he gasps, shoving his skirt back down in a hurry as the doors slide open, but the new crowd of passengers don’t seem to notice his dishevelled state. 

satoru’s never been so thankful for the stupid fucking phones before. 

masterlist!

[taegularities]

entertainer (teaser) | jjk (m)

Summary: Growing singer Jeon Jungkook is as charismatic as he is self-absored – that is, until he meets you. Caught in a web of secrets, he finds a riddle in you he urges to solve; even ready to turn the spotlight towards you until nothing remains… but regret.

➳ pairing: Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: strangers to lovers (or something); angst, bits of fluff, smut ➳ warnings: do not fall for this jk i repeat do not f– 🚨 he's kinda hot though; (not so) silent yearning, flirting, sexual tension, he is so attracted to her :'), mystery, oc is a big question mark, full jk pov!, dark past(s), crying, fear, confrontation and fighting, cocky kook, secrets and revelations, explicit sexual content (kissing, fingering, teasing, drunk shenanigans, sooo much lust, big dick jk, etc.), more warnings on drop day once the fic is finished!! not much for the teaser itself, though <3 ➳ wc: 1.8k :') (around 20k for the full thing) ➳ a/n: scratches head. this has been a long time coming and i'm beyond curious how y'all will like it :') very new and experimental, so let's see how it goes!! as always, drop a message to lmk what you think of this lil glimpse, i'll be waiting with dangling feet hehe!! <3

➳ give the Entertainer playlist a first listen! 🖤   

TAGLIST | MASTERLIST | WIPs 

“Why are you the textbook definition of a fuckboy, honestly.”

“Fuckbo—”

“Nevermind.”

If he wasn’t well acquainted with this little game, he would’ve missed your subtle, nearly veiled intent to tease. But he’s done that a million times before — hence, catches the faint twitch of your gorgeous lips immediately.

You’re enjoying this. So he should join… right?

Yet.

You’re not being entirely insincere. In fact, he hates how he picks up on the note of truth in your velvety voice.

Trimmed nails scratch the back of his head, and he barely notices once the two of you halt in front of another piece of work. Distracted, he doesn’t bear the art any mind, instead asking, “You really think of me like that?”

You shrug a shoulder. Nonchalance a constant feature, but so natural, even somewhat gentle, that he can’t help but feel drawn to you. “A little.”

“Well, shit.”

“Don’t overthink it. Enjoy the art.”

“Sure.”

Reluctantly, he glances to the canvas. It’s a mess of hues; a random arrangement of spontaneous emotions. Resembles the masterpieces he used to create in Microsoft Paint, back when his legs would still dangle off the chair.

“So,” he starts, nodding towards the painting, “what do you see in this?”

You hesitate. Or maybe it’s not hesitation — more like… a thinking pause. Sometimes, when Jungkook notices a whirring mind, he sees a steaming brain through a skull. Working at full blast.

But somehow, he only recognises a tranquil ocean as he observes you gather your thoughts. Everything about you is tender, but wrapped in dark mystery.

How much mental training does it require to become this inscrutable?

When you finally speak, you’re saying similarly odd things.

“I see… colours.” Right. Stating the obvious. Jungkook chuckles, delivering a head tilt. “And am wondering how the painter got to create this at all. I mean, this looks so meaningless at first, doesn’t it?”

“But it’s not, yeah?”

“We’re fast to think that. Most of the time, there must be a trigger, or a thought on something, no matter how small. Something might have been bothering him. This is—” A hand gestures towards the painting. “Such a chaotic mind.”

Interesting…

“Is this what you usually think about all day?” Jungkook wonders.

You scoff. “I’m just a person, too. I think about a lot of random things.”

“Ahhh. Like what?”

“Like… seeing all the green in this exhibition made me realise how that colour makes me cry.”

Jungkook takes a haphazard look around. Now that you say it — there’s no hint of a nature theme, but the abundance of green is striking. It’s as calm as you. No wonder you’d immerse yourself in a showcase such as this.

You continue, as if tracing and reading his mind like an open novel, “It’s soothing, right? And unique. These earthly things sometimes make me feel like not all of us are deserving of seeing such beauty. Like it should be reserved for those who've earned it.”

Earned it? How? 

Jungkook can’t see your thoughts as clearly as you’re apparently capable of doing, but he has an inkling of what you might mean. Truly dazzling souls merit the stunning bloom of the world, right?

And then…

If that’s what it is.

He wonders — do you think he deserves to see the colour green? Or is it already over if he has to ask? Perhaps, should he be perceiving it as grey right now? He doesn’t know.

He doesn’t know how you think of him — doesn’t know anything about you at all. You’re a tough nut to crack. 

“Hmm… that’s a way to think about it,” he says.

“Only because it’s the same for people. And I’ve had this thought about humans a lot… I…” You hesitate, blink, and then grant him your gaze. “I knew someone who was the colour green. Not everyone deserved them, either.”

Someone…

Poetic minds carry a certain pain in their eyes.

He’s been seeing it in yours. He just doesn’t know how to handle it. So he doesn’t. Yet.

Instead, he asks, “What else are you thinking about?”

“Uhmmm,” you voice, straightening your back a little, as if waking up from a dream — a nightmare? “I’ve been thinking about trying that, too. Painting, I mean. It doesn’t have to mean anything or be good. Just a great way to capture something that resonates with what I feel.”

Every word you’ve uttered today was otherworldly. You didn’t talk like this when you were at the meeting, or in his office. Your soul is somewhat free-floating here, and he doesn’t understand why.

And it’s a behaviour he usually strays away from. The vulnerable ones can be dangerous.

But somehow… you’re too strong of a magnet.

One who shrugs all the puzzles away — and he sighs in despair. Maybe it’s not time to find out what you feel just yet. What resonates with you — even though he’s dying to hear it.

He inquires, “Are you always this much of an open book?”

“No. Not at all.” Of course not. Rhetoric question — he knows this much. “But I like thinking out loud sometimes.”

“I’m glad to be a sounding board then.”

“Hah. Well, I was also thinking how I appreciate that I met you here.” Pause. Oh? What a surprise. Strokes his ego, though. And then, out of the blue again, “You wanna go to the museum restaurant?”

Jungkook has barely inhaled half of the exhibition yet. But just for today, he couldn’t care less.

Perhaps this is enough for now, visiting the overpriced restaurant, watching you from afar as you inspect your nails calmly. You’re not busy on your phone like the rest of the crowd — entertained by the same media that he’s part of.

Maybe he can be a bigger part of their lives one day — be the one flitting over their screens, the one they adore. The one they worship.

But you don’t seem to indulge in those mind-numbing devices for now. You might be an addition to his team, but privately, you float in your own world. Distracted by the thoughts you won’t disclose.

Your hands retreat, arms crossing on the table and lips curling into a smile once he strolls back to you. Satisfied, he informs you, “One cake to go with the coffee. As the lady suggested.”

“Oh. One?” you ask, “Don’t you want one?”

“I do.”

“So…” You stall, and he waits until it clicks, your head tilting in understanding. “Are we sharing?”

Jungkook lifts a thumb, pointing over his shoulder, back to the register, “Those chocolate cakes are sweet as hell. I’ve got a sweet tooth, but believe that it’ll be enough for us two.”

You laugh — a candied, disarming chuckle before you breathe an, “Alright.”

Jungkook doesn’t know you well enough to feel any skip of his heart; yet, you stir something else in his mind. While he does avoid them, it’s still always people like you who intrigue him the most — those who veil themselves in a coat of secrets.

He sighs.

“That was fast,” you note, eyes at a point behind him.

And he understands when the waitress arrives a couple moments later, serving two perfectly prepared cappuccinos and a mouth-watering chocolate fudge piece.

You thank her with a gentle smile, and tuck a hair behind your ear, fingertips grazing your dangling silver earring.

And he watches.

Watches as you nod towards him, urging him, “Start then.”

Observes your smile as he signals you to start instead. And he gazes at you as your delicate digits reach for the fork, tearing off a piece, wrapping your lips around the utensil.

And then… oh God.

He feels his guts twist; hears all background noise fade; blood rushing away from his head.

All the way through his body as you slowly relish the sweetness and then drag the wet tip of your tongue over the fork. Licking away the leftover chocolate.

Jungkook swears it happens in slow motion. And witnessing your elegance in snail’s pace… makes him sick.

When your eyelashes flutter, gape lifting to meet his, the sound around him comes alive again — as does he. He averts his stare from your mouth, covered in the same colour as the coffee, but you notice.

You catch him looking. And it makes you… smile? Shit.

But you don’t boast your effect; only digress as you say, “Well… tastes as fancy as it looks. Try.”

You’re as relaxed with him as you can be. But you always are; with everyone. He craves that bit that’s only reserved for him — and maybe he’s too zealous too fast. He hasn’t known you for long.

Making you smile must be an achievement, though, right? If only… you didn’t think of him like…

He nods, and then leans over the table ever-so-slightly. His knees brush against yours, a soft but deliberate move. He places an elbow on the table, grasping the fork, close to you. If he lifted his hand, he could touch your cheek.

He wishes he could.

His eyes meet yours through his bangs, the cake’s taste irrelevant to your presence. And when his ego doesn’t let him live, he finally asks, almost as if insulted, “Do you actually perceive me as a fuckboy?”

The question catches you off guard. You hesitate, furrowing your eyebrows, and then giggle before questioning back, “Jungkook… that’s bothering you this much? Mmmh. How would you like to be perceived?”

“Just. As a decent guy who wants to get to know you. And I know you know.” You blink, but he doesn’t buy it. So he elaborates, “I’ve been trying to make clear that I find you interesting. And somewhat attractive.”

People usually display a flicker of glimmer in their eyes upon hearing such praise. But you don’t budge; in fact, your eyes remain the same, if not a little darker. Why?

Yet, you cock an eyebrow, sporting a teasing, playful tone, “Somewhat, hm?”

He shakes his head, clicks his tongue.

“You’re pretty and I think you know,” he blurts, “and I don’t want to screw up right away.”

Is it the habit of never failing; getting what he wants? The urge to solve an enigma? The chance to dive into you until you’re bared to him? Why are you so interesting to him?

You’re just a person.

Maybe it’s just the unsettling need to discover what you’re hiding — it won’t let him rest. There’s something about you that screams to him to unravel. 

He doesn’t know what it is. Doesn’t know if you’re even from the same world as him — even though you seem to have crossed his realm before.

No matter what it is; Jungkook only understands for now that he wants to take off your layers.

Wants you to be the colour green for him. 

wrote most of it now and while sick, so it might change hehe! but i hope it's okay so far, and it shall only get better!! i'm so so excited for this, like i've been working on it and putting thought into it since october, so i hope it's worth the wait <3

as always, send your thoughts, questions, complaints lol lemme know what you think or i might perish sniff. super curious to know!! also, here's the taglistttt 🤍 love and appreciate you all <3

[pityroadart]

A painting that was meant for my exhibition last week, but that I only finished up yesterday — based on Lewis Hamilton's hands at the Met Gala

Whilst it didn't turn out entirely how I'd planned, I'm still happy with it — his skin/tattoos in particular. The gold and the background were a little more experimental

Roman Szmal watercolours, gold ink and a bit of cream-toned coloured pencil, on Arches cold press paper, 10x8"

& a couple different crops because I couldn't decide which one I preferred