Ibis Paint X Tutorial Novels & Stories

Every detail was made as if the painter knew every breath of her body. “I wanted to complete this after our wedding night,” Xavier’s voice came, making living fear run through her. “I wanted to paint every detail from inside your walls on it” Iris’s body lost control, and before it could meet the floor, his hand snapped around her waist, steadying her. “Shh… this is weak. You have to be strong, because I am a horny monster,” Xavier mumbled as his teeth snapped at her earlobe.

I removed them slowly, using an empty wall for support, and then grabbed them in one hand, while continuing to walk around barefoot. My attention was pulled from a painting in a far wall, but I just couldn’t resist the colors mixed in it. I made a few fast silent steps until I was in front of this masterpiece. It was made from my favorite colors--black and white, spilled on the canvas in a magical way, their fight frozen in time for all to admire. It wasn’t a picture of something, it was just paint, covering the white space in a stunning way, hypnotizing you by its peculiar shapes. I loved how the white was invading the space of the black, mixing in places to create many shades of gray.

Minutes fly by, maybe even more, I have no idea. But I don't stop until my wrists ache and paint manages to make its way into the beds of my fingernails. Stepping back once more, I take in the changes I’ve made. The blue has softened the intensity of the black and purple, creating some semblance of balance. The chaos I'd originally intended to portray burns bright, mixing not only with the blue strokes but also the light pink and yellow highlights pointing towards the edge of the canvas.

The energy in the room is contagious, and soon we’re all rummaging through paint pots, each one of us claiming a canvas and getting ready to just let loose. I find myself reaching for blues and purples. I just go with the flow, letting my hands do their thing as they swirl and dive, leaving trains of color that somehow start telling a story. My story. By my side, I see Xenia going wild with her sunshine yellows and fiery oranges. It’s like watching the sunrise come alive on her canvas, bright and warm, just like her spirit. Like she’s painting hope, dreams, sugar, and spice, and everything nice.

Kat gathered their brushes, most of which were for painting walls, and squeezed a few colors of acrylic paint onto a plastic palette. Then they squatted in front of the gigantic primed canvas, unsure how to proceed. "Er, this is your side." Kat gestured at the left corner of the canvas. "And this is mine." Nodding, Calix cleared his throat and picked up the two-inch brush, the smallest one they got. "I remember the man doing this," he said, dipping the brush into the chrome yellow paint and applying it softly onto the canvas. He was beginning to outline a vague face shape. "I am going to try to paint your face."

There was something fishy. "If there's no one here, let's just use them and buy new ones later to replace them," Lalisa said, not paying attention to Louis's skepticism. She scratched her hand on the spray paint can and directly sprayed it onto the wall. Her tiny arms swung gently, leaving bright red streaks on the wall, creating beautiful colors. Louis stood by, fixated on her as she skillfully sprayed paint onto the wall. Her small hands handled the cans well, creating vibrant streaks of color on the crumbling wall. Her eyes were focused and radiant, and she seemed more delighted with each stroke.

As he carefully closes the small yellow container so the colour wouldn’t get dry. ‘It would be troublesome if it does’ Koishi bits inside of his cheeks blinking his eyes a few times sterling the brush that was inside the transparent glass. Turning the clean water into the orange forming a small tornado inside it. Removing the brush tabbing it over the glass three times wiping it off over the cloth already filled with other colours into it. Taking the pallet in his hand along with the brush in his left hand Koishi turns his gaze towards the canvas. Already filled with the few strokes of orange and red over the top leaving the few white spaces in between in form of long uneven lines or small u

"I'm curious what Grandma is up to." I slowly made my way to the house and hid underneath a window. I heard a soft moan from within—it sounded like a woman's. "A young body is definitely more productive. I was surprised we could offer them four paintings last time. This time, we're doing three," Grandma spoke in a joyful tone. "M-Madam Albright…" I heard Beth gasping and moaning in the room. "I get it. You've worked hard. Don't worry. I'll treat you right. Drink this, and you'll recover soon."

I can keep adding layers but I can't really erase them for good. That's just how it is.

He made a lot of strategical contacts thanks to that. While Cassandra was taking a shower, Selena sat before her canvas, palette in hand, a flat knife paint tool in the other as she intricately mixed the colors, scraping it lightly on the canvas. She furrowed her brow, mixing the colors with utmost care. Hansa yellow medium with quinacridone magenta to get a good burst of orange. She had to get this done by today and personally go deliver it tomorrow.