#The painter and the muse

[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.

[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

[thinwhitedoc]

SHERLOCK | Martin Freeman as John Watson

[pr3ttyf4wn]

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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[lionofchaeronea]

The god Dionysos, holding a kantharos (two-handled drinking cup) in his right hand and a grapevine in his left. Side A of an Attic red-figure amphora attributed to the Berlin Painter and dated between 490 and 480 BCE. Found at Vulci; now in the Louvre.

[starrynet]

kniesy on the bench | 11.2.24 tor @ stl

[verum-artifex]

Muses.

[stil-lindigo]

craters.

a comic about a love story between two girls who only have each other, and take a chance on it.

Buy “Soliloquy Down To Three”, an anthology of blood stained sapphic comics (including this one) here.

[insporp]

(c)

[nobodys-soldier]

It was late at night, and in an alleyway in London there was a woman, who had just killed a person. This wasn't the first time Lucretia did this, of course, she'd done this for almost 4 centuries, she needed materials for her paint after all. Now to get the body in the body bag, that was the difficult part.

@painter-and-muse

Elias pauses as he walks, briefly taking the cigarette out of his mouth as he spots her. He watches in silence for a moment before popping it back in.

“Need some help, ma’am?”

[callmesel]

I'm having this daydream of another Perciver AU and it's in like the Renaissance or something like that and Oliver is like a painter and Percy is his muse.

I can stop having this idea of an illustration where there is like a majestic painting of Percy with a dramatic light and Oliver standing infront of it looking unsatisfied with it because it doesn't make it justice to Percy's memory, or something like that.

Something like that, (is a quick sketch of the idea)

Why is Oliver doing thai gigantic painting of Percy? I don't know

Maybe they were lovers and Percy died and as a way of grieving Oliver is painting his dead lover and being devastated because it's so similar to the original but not quite the same. And the idea of forgetting how he looks like is killing him inside because he knows that each time he does a painting is more and more different.

Or maybe Percy was just a normal peasant that Oliver saw on the street but his beauty make Oliver obsessed with him and can't stop painting him with the hope of seeing him again. And his portraits of Percy are super famous and then Percy sees them and contacts Oliver to talk about that because, wtf his face is everywhere in the galleries and he is starting to get recognise in his work place and they slowly start to fall for each other and spend a lot of time together but everybody thinks is just that Percy is Oliver's muse and that is why they spend so much time with each other. But actually they are secretly a couple.

Or maybe I'm just crazy. And maybe i might do this concept but I have already so many wip that I can have any more...

Edit: i coloured the quick sketch and now I want more😔

Oliver is really ugly in here but Percy is the focus!! Even the shadows are pointing at his face

[uncanny-tranny]

I despise the idea that you can only do a certain art project once. You can only release an idea once in this world before you can't. You can't re-try, can't ever re-do, can't ever revise the idea or project because, like marble, it is sculpted and could never change.

You're allowed to paint the same subjects. You're allowed to write the same types of stories. You can crochet the exact same bags. Who cares about if your ideas are "unique" and "revolutionary to the art world"? You can do the same shit forever and ever. Art and love on planet earth <3

[solcattus]

Love nourished by the Muse

By Eugène Froment-Delormel

[painter-and-muse]

’Somewhere in the forest’ is a pretty damn big range. But Elias has time on his side, and a shovel he only uses for special occasions. Hasn’t broken it out since World War II, it’s pretty damn rusty. But it’ll work.

Elias pulls up near a random side of the woods he was directed to, gets the thing out of the back seat, and sets out in search of anything that might look like a grave.

@nobodys-soldier

By all means it would've been a longer search, if it weren't for the day old blood trail leading off into the forest.

The blood trail was about a 30 minute walk into the forest before it stopped, and just a few feet from where it ended, there was a patch of disturbed dirt amongst the grass.

[artemlegere-art]

The Muses

Artist: Maurice Denis (French, 1870-1943)

Genre: Genre Painting

Date: 1893

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Musée d'Orsay, Paris, France

Description

In the guise of women dressed in contemporary clothing, Maurice Denis updates a subject taken from classical mythology – the muses who inspire the arts and sciences. But he transforms the theme profoundly, stripping the muses of the traditional attributes which allow them to be identified.

In the group of three women sitting in the foreground we can see the figure of Marthe, whom the painter married in June 1893 and who inspired his art until her death. In a device common in Denis' work, she is shown twice: in profile in red and from the back, sitting on the chair. Maurice Denis has set the scene on the terrace of Saint-Germain-en-Laye, the town where he lived all his life.

The century-old chestnut trees give the composition rhythm and decorative power. The regular strokes of the tree trunks are a pretext for a play of vertical lines which contrast with the curves and ornamental arabesques of the branches, the leaves stretched on the ground, and the patterns and folds of the dresses.

The graphic play of lines and interlacing is intensified by the unreal, autumnal colors, painted in areas of flat color and neatly outlined. The flattened space is that of a "sacred wood", the setting for a revelation and the figures' mysterious communication with nature and supernatural powers. An enigmatic tenth muse in the background (while traditionally there are only nine), with one arm raised to the light of the sky, convinces us of that.

[emma045]

You know when spoopy thing is really spoopy when you can't sleep and you're suffocating under the blanket too scared to go anywhere bc ur brain in the middle of night decided to make scenario where something is after you + in ur house + u just heard weird noise