#Muse: Dorian Gray
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chaoticmiserablelover · 6 months ago
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My taste in books: sad queers being unhinged.
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poetryofmuses · 1 year ago
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I want to be someone's muse, the object of someone's desires. I want to be something somebody thinks about all day. I want to be painted on a canvas by a painter, to be written in words by a poet. I want to be the inspiration for somebody's art.
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sixeritwouldeatyoualive · 4 months ago
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reading the picture of dorian gray rn and "I shall show you my soul" can be very well a parallel to Bill showing Ford the last piece of his home, if u think hard enough
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blabbershere · 4 months ago
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You have killed my love, you used to stir my imagination now you don't even stir my curiosity.
— Oscars Wilde // The Picture of Dorian Gray
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othystt · 1 year ago
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dorian: you were a wonderful experience.
basil: you were... everything.
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nessypanda-art · 2 months ago
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I very much relate to Basil falling in love with his muse, Dorian, because how can you not? There's a whole conversation about obsession but like, there's a certain amount of love that goes into painting a muse. You sit there staring at them for hours on end. How can you not gently caress each and every part of them in a loving embrace as you translate them into colors and shapes? Does your heart not sing as vague lines start to form a living breathing thing? The divine has reached out to me and allowed me to capture a hair's breathe of their essence! And I curse myself, for how can a human capture the sun?
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inky-toons · 2 months ago
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The comically sappy urge to randomly reach out to him and ask to fall asleep on call again cos even tho that stuff scares me it's soothing when it's with him
Idk I used to have a very specific way of seeing things until he pranced along omfg..HE MADE ME LIKE CHRISTMAS he already knows I kinda like Christmas but I liked it even more after last Christmas. I was making a gingerbread house and he INSISTED on seeing it but I wanted it to be just right and at that time I wos with my mum and she bought SOME SHITTY BRAND AND IT ALL FELL APART SO I THREW IT OUT AND HE STILL WONT LET IT GO?? He also used to make daily hot chocolates and he'd show me like. That's now a holiday I look forward to. Wtf. It's also foreign for me to like certain things about myself but he makes me genuinely like myself and love myself onfg. I sent him a picture of the day I got my bass and I was holding it AND ACCORDING TO HIM HE FOUND IT CUTE HOW I "Stood there like I wasn't trying to look proud but I definetly was" HOW DO YOU TELL THAT FROM A PICTURE I NEED HIM DEAD. I was proud though that bass is my life
Idk we've had our ups and downs and I can tell it's all true love cos we always come back with a strong I love you.
Shakes my head..only thing is im not actually dating him, not rn anyway cos my mental health is wavered with where I'm living so now I have to wait for college and really jump in and woo him. I'm gonna adjust to college, figure out some life stuff then try and ask him out TWHEHEH 😝‼️ He'll say yes cos we're both in love so I'm just...heh...that good..
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my-brain-soup · 3 months ago
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The Picture of Dorian Grey but Ford is Basil, and Bill is Dorian. IDK who Henry is, but I don't like him.
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localmadscientist · 4 months ago
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I fear I won't be able to survive without having and being able to paint someone that fascinates me as much as Dorian fascinated Basil any longer
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hadescavedish · 2 days ago
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Basil Hallward is all of us
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periodcostumefantasylover · 2 years ago
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hargrove · 11 months ago
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🥂 CHEERS!
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send a 🥂 (cheers) if you want to meet an old muse of mine
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"Oh darling, I know that look in your eyes. I was afflicted with the very same malady once before. Long ago. In my youth," he said as he waved his hand to indicate that his youth was far behind him ––– despite how young he looked. "You're a wildling. Unhinged, untamed, just dying to break free. But if you don't shirk this small town and its claustrophobic walls, you will most certainly die. What a pity it would be to waste such beauty, such potential. So what do you say? Stay in Hawkins and suffer the slow, suffocating death of mediocrity... or come with me and find out just what you are capable of?"
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futur3lov3r · 7 months ago
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Did you read the book I recommended? Do you understand now, my Dorian?
There were so many ways you could’ve spun the end of us, and you chose to paint me as a liar? Well, I suppose I shouldn’t worry how you paint your words. You were never the artist you portrayed yourself as; too technical and logical, you never stitched your very skin to what you create like I did. You could’ve easily shown your work to anyone, without feeling like it bore your very soul. Maybe you made the right choice in separating yourself from your work, my heavy involvement, no, my obsessive entanglement with my work, has only been a deficit. I think there’s quite a bit of truth in the saying that the muse longs to be the artist, and the artist yearns to be the muse. For years I prayed to be in your spot, to exist in the world beautifully, I paint my face 100 layers thick and am considered as much as art as plain grey wallpaper, you’re considered worthy of sculptures in your honor without effort. I longed to have your ability to convince others that your whims were their very own, to have those who you simply consider amusing occasionally, writing hundreds of poems, even entire books about you. But I could never give up my devotion, even if it meant a beautiful youth like yours. I am unfortunately the most known artist to display you, I have burned my paintings and ground my sculptures to dust, now all that is left of the works of you, are my words.
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astramachina · 2 years ago
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"I see everything in him. He is never more present in my work than when no image of him is there. He is a suggestion, as I have said, of a new manner. I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours."
Basil, my good man, it would seem that you are, in modern terms, what we call utterly fucking whipped.
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sanguinaryrot · 11 months ago
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for the love of fucking god: loustat painter/muse au
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hergan416 · 2 years ago
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God
What would Liam do to Dorian Gray?
Post-fall. He's GOT to learn nuance first. I know what pre-fall Liam does.
But no -- he also feels like an irredeemable person. What is the worst thing Dorian Gray did? Kill someone? (Liam probably thinks that the way he uses people is worse. Also maybe the fact that he killed like his best friend. Ok, Liam might not have sympathy for Dorian Gray at all) But supposing he did...
The post-fall world is about reconciliation and redemption. And Liam might know how to do that. Could you redeem Dorian Gray? Could you keep him from being a tragic figure? Could he also struggle on?
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