#ೀ artist!matt

[eph3merall]

⟡ ݁₊ . INTRODUCING . . . ARTIST!MATT X MUSE!WRITER!READER

an. sorryy i couldnt wait to post this. pls dont flop .... pls ...

the pen in your hand accidentally rips the thin piece of paper in your notebook, scoffing under your breath as you quickly scratch out some unintelligible words before writing a little note next to it with your new thoughts. your eyes flick up to scan over the canvas of art on the wall, a scenic painting of a crowded forest experiencing its first snow.

it was a pretty piece of art, no doubt. but you didn't think much of it, you didn't feel your attention getting captured like usual when you find an artwork that really grabs at your brain. your friend is next to you in a second, hearing her mumble an 'ooh' under her breath at the painting hung up in front of them.

"it's pretty, isn't it?" you turn to her with a weird look on your face, shoulders shrugging as you smile sheepishly.

"it's not my favorite.. but yeah. you should write your report on it, i know you like this sort of thing," but your friend is already jotting down various notes and nodding to herself, one of her hands lifting up to shoo you away.

"y'should go down that hall to the left, i saw something i think you'd like."

snaps of cameras and hushed voices surround you as you peer at the canvases hung on the walls. your eyes meet your professors, as he stands to the side to let everyone inspect and make a final decision. you flash him a smile, and he nods at you—prompting you to go and find a piece of artwork you like with a wave of his hand.

you aren't sure what your friend pointed you to, surveying every painting you see after another. nothing really scratches that itch inside your head that aches to be scratched. maybe you just aren't seeing the true beauty that other artists would see, being a writer.

as you keep walking, two paintings hung up beside eachother seem to stand out to you. not only were they both in black and white, what you presume is the artist also stands beside one of them—greeting some of your classmates and flashing a charming smile.

funnily enough, the brunett you're staring at doesn't even look like he would paint, if he even is the artist. he's dressed in baggy denim jeans and a hoodie, the brightest of smiles adorning his face at something a few girls say to him. the corners of his eyes crinkle when he grins, and you cant help but smile to yourself at the sight of him.

but then it hits you that you're staring, and you clear your throat while stalking up to this mysterious guy, watching as he runs a hand through tousled brown hair. the group of your classmates are hurrying off to take more notes, giggling to one another and talking far too loud for an environment like this.

approaching him, you gaze at the paintings first. it would be awkward to come up just to meet the artist, because you're writing about a piece of art, not the person who created it. but, you wouldn't exactly mind writing about him either. he's sweet looking—nonchalant but in the sense that you can feel he has hidden energy that comes out with close ones.

your eyes scan across the two paintings, both in monochrome black and white—one canvas showcasing an eye and the other two hands delicately joining together. the little plaque next to it explains the name of the work and the name of the artist, who you read as 'matthew sturniolo'. you jot down some words that popped into your head to describe both pieces of art, then turning to matt.

"these are nice. s'pretty.. you did make these, right?"

he laughs, and you cant help but melt a little at the sound. his eyes are a pretty blue and its even cuter seeing him grin up close. assumptions about matt are already forming in your mind, like how you believe hes the type of guy to laugh at everything. he doesnt seem too professional like the other artists you've encountered, all shaking hands and brief nods. but matt is all loud laughter and bright smiles, yet he doesn't seem overbearing or a push over at all.

"yeah, i did.." and he glances over to his work. you follow his gaze and even manage to find some little details you didn't notice the first time. a few unblended spots of paint that dont make the piece any less appealing, some random spots of darker colors so it isn't all black and white. you scribble down some notes, peering out of the corner of your eye to see matt talking to one of your classmates. and she was being awfully touchy—a hand on his shoulder that trails down his arm while giggling.

with scratchy, hurried handwriting, you jot down your number on the paper and tear it off. when you're sure no one's watching and people aren't crowded around, you turn to the brunett and offer him a soft smile. you hold your hand out with the little slip of paper, tilting your head a little as if saying 'call me?'

matt glances down and takes the slip of slightly crumpled paper, letting it slip into the pocket of his pants with a wink as you turn away.

—

the words dont come to your head easily, sitting in your bed as your fingers hover over the keyboard of your laptop that rests in your lap. you thought this writing assignment would've been one of the easier ones, being both a fan of writing and art. but, your attention is elsewhere, eyes promptly straying to your phone that sits face down on your desk.

you've been eyeing it every five minutes to see if a certain someone would text. and... well, there's been nothing. but, you've learned to give things time. its not like matt is free 24/7, recently learning he went to the same school yet you've just never seen him before. he has classes and work he needs to do anyways.

with fifteen more minutes of typing and deleting everything you put down, a decision is made to put the assignment to rest for tonight. as you're plugging in your device, your phone buzzes and its like a tiger pouncing on a gazelle. blinking at the screen, you read the text from the unknown number.

11:32 pm | unknown caller

'hey? yk who this is baby'

@conspiracy-ash @sturniolosfavkayleigh @lvrsturniolo @st7rnioioss @meatballlover10 @ashlishes @ferdzom @55sturn @chriseatingmeoutin4k @unknvhx @mattslolita @chaossturns @slut4brunettes @starclinexo @slvtf0rchr1s @itsmaddielouis @slut4chris888

an. phone sex at the end whatt who said that

©eph3merall 2025

[dr4k0ns]

“azazel” light yagami 🐐

[convelocity]

Once neither scars nor blood bind you, freedom becomes more than a metaphor

Grab prints here

[foudreika]

🎀 House of the Dragon 3D keychains designs! 🎀

And there they are! As I said I like them less because I did them earlier but I'm still sharing them! 💝

They will also be available later in my next shop update early December :D

[dawnatlas]

neil "i stopped paying attention 20 minutes ago im just happy to be with my family" josten (with one notable exception)

[huariqueje]

Bull Thistle and Dandelion   -  Matt Bollinger , 2022

American, b. 1980 -

Flashe and acrylic on unstreched canvas ,  30 x 24 in.

[uzuriartonline]

Matt Murdock. Daredevil.

[nerdylizard5]

Mighty Nein: Nonagon

Sometimes wild inspiration hits as you’re falling asleep and make a note on your phone and then spend 8 hours over 2 days completing the piece. My subconscious is better than my conscious at art ideas. So enjoy this Critical Role Mighty Nein art I completed last night!

(Prints)

[gabagoosh]

Get flipped off by tom on ur timeline for FREE!!!😎

(Is it obv who my least favorite to draw is?)

[kameyasart]

"... were they always so red?"

inspiration - I saw a rowan tree covered in snow thank you for your attention, Matt Murdock you're so miserable I love you

This artwork is also available on Inprnt! Link in bio🤍

ТГК: kameyasart

Inst/Twt: kameyasart

[tomsass]

love these guys.

[reiimorningstar]

2025 amphibia jumpscare (first post!! :3)

[bloomsbury]

"you love me and you hate me for it."

[marlowe-art]

first still-life club meetup of 2025; theme was "sweet treats"

[ribbononline]

Hoenn crossing, or something

[huariqueje]

Night Flowers - Matt Bannister , 2024.

British , b. ?

Acrylic on paper , 21 x 29.7 cm.