#The painter and the muse

[nobodys-soldier]

Elias! My dear friend, it's been so long since we last talked! How have you been?

-August, @painter-and-muse

Elias? Do I know you...?

[cumtastiics]

"oh... how beautiful you are," his voice slightly shaky as he whispered, the back of his hand caressing your cheek.

he admired you. the way you spoke so kindly, how your voice was so sweet compared to other people.

you were a gift from god.

"please stay still for me, my love.. i can't have you squirming around while i paint, now can i?" his voice was still soft, never daring to raise it even the slightest bit.

he never wanted to share you. was that bad? you could be his pretty little doll... whimpering and begging for him.

"f-uh-ck," he'd moaned desperately in your ear. you're so perfect for him, whimpering at each touch. "don't cum yet, y-you can hold it in.. right? be a good doll.."

he wasn't a loud person, he never was. yet, whenever he made out with you, it felt like he could never stop talking about you.

"s-so pretty," he shivered, watching you reach your climax. "good doll.."

he could never degrade you... you were too perfect for that.

he gently wiped your tears with his thumb, desperately trying to go as gentle as he could with his cock sliding in and out, but he really couldn't help it. "i'm sorry.. you're doing sososo good for me.."

after all, he was the painter and you were his muse.

tried to make it g/n.. i don't really write smut like stuff so idk if I did it well

[lionofchaeronea]

The goddess Artemis, holding a torch in her left hand, pours a libation with her right. Attic white-ground lekythos in the manner of the Bowdoin Painter, found at Eretria on the island of Euboea; ca. 460-450 BCE (Classical period). Dimensions: 27.5 cm (10.8 in.) high, 9.3 cm (3.5 in.) in diameter. Now in the Louvre, Paris, France.

[rendnotmyheart]

Literally Grantaire and Enjolras make me insane because what do you mean Grantaire believes in nothing, but he believes in Enjolras??? Insaneeeeeeee

[thinwhitedoc]

SHERLOCK | Martin Freeman as John Watson

[portrait-paintings]

Emile Zola

Artist: Edouard Manet (French, 1832 - 1883)

Date: 1868

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Musée d'Orsay, Paris, France

Description

On the wall is a reproduction of Manet's Olympia, a painting which sparked a fierce scandal at the 1865 Salon but which Zola held to be Manet's best work. Behind it is an engraving from Velazquez's Bacchus indicating the taste for Spanish art shared by the painter and the writer. A Japanese print of a wrestler by Utagawa Kuniaki II completes the décor. The Far East, which revolutionized ideas on perspective and colour in European painting, played a central role in the advent of the new style of painting. A Japanese screen on the left of the picture recalls this.

Zola is seated at his work table. He is holding a book, probably Charles Blanc's L'Histoire des peintres frequently consulted by Manet. An inkwell and a quill on the desk symbolize the writer's occupation.

[preraphaelitepaintings]

A Vision of Fiammetta

Artist: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (English, 1828–1882)

Date: 1878

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Private Collection

Description

The painting was one half of one of Rossetti's "double works", accompanying his Ballads and Sonnets (1881). Maria Spartali Stillman modelled for the painting. The subject of painting is Boccaccio's muse named Fiammetta.

The frame of the painting is inscribed with three texts: the sonnet by Boccaccio entitled "On his Last Sight of Fiammetta," which inspired the painting; Rossetti's translation of it, and his own poem mirroring the painting:

Behold Fiammetta, shown in Vision here.

Gloom-girt 'mid Spring-flushed apple-growth she stands; And as she sways the branches with her hands, Along her arm the sundered bloom falls sheer, In separate petals shed, each like a tear; While from the quivering bough the bird expands His wings. And lo! thy spirit understands Life shaken and shower'd and flown, and Death drawn near.

All stirs with change. Her garments beat the air: The angel circling round her aureole Shimmers in flight against the tree's grey bole: While she, with reassuring eyes most fair, A presage and a promise stands; as 'twere

On Death's dark storm the rainbow of the Soul.

[mythologypaintings]

Erato, Muse of Lyrical Poetry

Artist: Charles Meynier (French, 1768–1832)

Date: 1800

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: The Cleveland Museum of Art, Cleveland, Ohio, United States

Description

In Greek mythology, Erato is one of the Greek Muses, the inspirational goddesses of literature, science, and the arts. The name would mean "desired" or "lovely", if derived from the same root as Eros, as Apollonius of Rhodes playfully suggested in the invocation to Erato that begins Book III of his Argonautica.

[queenofthepirates83]

can you write helen otis x reader with tics? if not him, then maybe toby :)

Tag: Fluff

TW: Naked body, tics/Tourettes, blood, murder

Words: 709

A/N: I will do both because I love you sm and I made you wait forever<3

Helen loves to paint you, of course he does it in the blood of people who love you. He, obviously, doesn’t do it with the blood of people 𝘺𝘰𝘶 love, he doesn’t want to hurt you like that.

Sometimes he’ll have you sit/lay on a table while you’re naked, he likes to get every detail of you on there. With your tics, you’ll move involuntarily, so your position will change slightly. Helen will notice, so with that he’ll get up every now and again to move you back into the original position.

He’s very sweet with you, sure he won’t talk like at all but he’ll mutter little quips to make you happy.

You have a problem, you can’t control your tics, much like everybody else with Tourettes, you can tell when Helen gets a little annoyed at the repeated sounds. Sure he won’t outright say it, but you can tell. He doesn’t do or say anything to you to make you upset, he cares a little too much.

His presence usually calms you down, as you do for him. It’s hard playing hide and seek with him.

Back to the painting, he loves to manhandle you into certain positions, painting, then getting up to manhandle you back into those same positions because your tics move you slightly out of those positions. He wants every painting and portrait of you to be perfect, just like how you are in his mind.

When you two are out and about, people seem to creep up on you, getting creepy about it, talking to their friends at whatever shitty bar you two are at about how they’re going to fuck you dumb. Helen decides to take it into his own hands, once he gets you back into your shared room, he will soon leave to go kill them, using their blood to paint you and your beautiful body.

He’ll take time out of his day to admire you, holding you as he just stares, admiration in his eyes. He doesn’t care about your twitches, tics, or your little quips, he loves you.

You and Toby seem to almost copy each other in your tics. When it comes to something like vocal stims, you two say the same things a lot of the time, which this ends up making everybody(cough-Masky-cough) annoyed at both of you.

Toby isn’t one to say little quips like you do, but he doesn’t have to repeat himself sometimes because he’s consistently ticking and messing up his words, resulting in his stuttering.

Toby is usually rough in his grip, being the proxy of the trio(Masky, Hoodie, and him) that has to deal with chopping up the bodies to help them be better hidden. With that task in almost every mission, his grip usually gets tight, this is mentioned because with you, your consistent tics that move your body in certain ways, his grip can hurt you. With that, his grip is soft when it comes to you.

Toby is very picky with who he talks to, surprisingly, so when he began talking to you, it was a little surprising, to at least Tim and Brian.

He likes to mutter little quips to you to get you worked up, mainly sarcastic ones with attitude because he likes how you react to them.

Sometimes when Toby gets too upset at a mission that goes wrong, he won’t talk to anyone when he walks in, instead heading up to your shared room, where you usually are, and just wants to fall into you. He does this a lot when a mission doesn’t work out in their favor. He believes that you are someone who makes him happy and helps him subconsciously calm down, which you do.

He was amazed and happy when he found out someone in the manor ticked and twitched like he did. He had never met someone like him, so back to the picky part, when he first interacted with you, his pickiness almost went away because you had Tourettes like him.

He likes to play pranks on you. Thats about it. He’ll also say things because he knows that you’ll soon pick up on it and it’ll become one of your tics and vocal stims.

[blondebrainpowered]

Clio, Muse of History, 1800

Charles Meynier

[overflowingteacupoflove]

a new fairy couple has dropped in the mushroom circle

painter!matt x muse!reader⋆·˚ ༘ *

thank you to @raesalvatore for the idea also inspired by this post I made

"Will you stop moving? Please, you're really messing up my painting here, babe." Matt mumbles as you shiver yet again, shifting to the side a bit causing the dark pink paint he was using to smear into a green section ruining the flower painting he had on the plane of your back.

"It's cold, the paint is cold, Matt." You grumble but lay your head down on your arms to lay as still as possible for Matt to continue his painting.

You're his muse in everything he does. Every painting he makes, every sketch, every drawing, it's all you.

But you got tired of posing for hours, not being able to move too much or use your phone or read a book, all for the painting. So Matt decided that you would be the canvas instead of the muse. You can use your phone or read, still can't move too much so you guess it isn't really different from being the muse.

A few more hours of this and Matt's finally done, paint is splattered on his hands and his clothes, some even in his eyebrow, as he sits back on the heels of his feet. "Done."

Theres a gorgeous pink carnation,your favorite, in the middle of your back and it crawls up the middle of your shoulder blades, stopping at the nape of you neck. Its the center of a vase of flowers, a small blue ribbon wrapped around the lip of the vase. He has you pose for a few pictures for his Instagram and shows you the final product.

"It's gorgeous, honey. I'm so proud of you and the painting and I'm so happy I could be your canvas but, can you please wipe it off? My back itches."

a pr3ttyf4wn scroll ☆

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[nobodys-soldier]

Today wasn't a good day for August, but he'd been used to it before. Just one of those days where the existentialism of being immortal outweighed his optimism.

He didn't really want to leave his flat, but he knew he should get some fresh air, so here he was, in an empty park, laying on a bench and looking up at the sky.

@painter-and-muse

A gunshot fires somewhere nearby, and a body falls to the ground, so it should be somewhat unsurprising that Elias strolls along down the path. It’s a warm day, so his hoodie is tied around his waist. His exposed arms have strange scars.

[peppers-and-beef]

Oh my muse

[lionofchaeronea]

The ancient Greek festival of the Adonia. This festival was celebrated in honor of Adonis, Aphrodite's beloved, who was slain by a wild boar sent by a wrathful Artemis. After a dispute between Aphrodite and Persephone, Zeus ruled that Adonis would spend four months of the year by himself, four months with Aphrodite, and four months in Hades.

The Adonia marked Adonis's annual return from Hades. It was celebrated exclusively by women, who would ascend to the flat roofs of their houses carrying vessels with celery seeds, as pictured here. We are told by Aristophanes (Lysistrata) and Plutarch (Nicias and Alcibiades) that in 415 BCE, when the Athenian assembly was voting to send an expedition to attack Sicily, the vote was interrupted by the ritual cries of women beating their breasts for Adonis; after the expedition's dismal failure, this was understood as a bad omen.

Fragment of an Attic red-figure lebes gamikos (wedding vase), attributed to the Painter of Athens 1454; ca. 430-420 BCE (Classical period). 19 cm (7.3 in.) high x 15.5 cm (6 in.) wide. Now in the Louvre.

[allegorypaintings]

Clio, Muse of History

Artist: Charles Meynier (French, 1768–1832)

Date: 1800

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Cleveland Museum of Art, Cleveland, Ohio, United States

Description

Clio, the Greek muse of history, is the daughter of Zeus and Titaness Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory. Clio is depicted here writing and surrounded by objects associated with preserving the memory of historical figures and events: busts, reliefs, and sculptures. This painting belongs to a cycle of works commissioned by businessman François Boyer-Fonfréde for his home in Toulouse.

[verum-artifex]

Muses.