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I think we writers, despite being artists, don't talk about the concept of a muse enough. Sure, writing is not a visual medium so a 'muse' isn't incorporated in an obvious and direct way as it can be in visual mediums but at the same time... we use muses all the time without even realising it. I have written characters straight from my life multiple times without even considering a single of them my 'muse' even though they were an inspiration. I guess it depends on how you would personally define a writing muse but in general, it's a person who inspires you to write a character, a theme, a story etc. for one or more works. I never really thought about it until I found someone I could call a muse. And to celebrate that fact, I present to you, my muse:
THE Jeonghan Yoon!
This man is so beautiful, he doesn't just inspire a character for me, he inspires me to write in general, he inspires me to pace around in my room and come up with detailed, descriptive prose until I lose track of time and reality. I could spend hours on Pinterest collecting pictures of him for the aesthetic that suits my book and only stop when I personally throw in the towel because there is an endless supply of good, heck, ethereal-looking photos of this man because he serves looks every waking second of his life. I cannot say enough about him. Probably the most beautiful man I've seen in my life. 'Beautiful' doesn't even come close to describing his angelic grace but whatever. I don't even like him like that. I am a huge fan of Seventeen and of all the members but he is not my favourite yet I cannot deny the sight for sore eyes that is his face. I could go on but you get the point.
TLDR: Jeonghan is my muse and I could shut up about it.
acrylic homage to pickles
this was my very first jar of pickles. shoutout cucumbers!
Pic via pinterest
You were like the sea
The delicate intimacy of you visiting my dreams. Only then I get to see you.
The sea, with all its hurricanes, all its storms. It reminds me of you.
Watching you fall in love and out of love. But never with me.
You were like the sea, with all its stillness. And all its peace.
My intense longing for you to stay. So hopeless yet so ardent.
Because just like the sea you were. Always changing yet so persistent.
Gosh these idiots need to get a room
Billford combo of week 2 and 3, Stars and Muse! Because I have little control over my life! :D
Can’t draw digitally right now because my hand cramps weirdly, so have this
@localcanadiancreature62
Oh yeah and the dnd session went well lol
I spend another night in my lonesome solitude
My very being withering away at the thought of
Losing you.
Please, put an end to this I cry with cold knees
Imprinting the rug that my tears drench as my
Heart is tugged by an invisible string.
However many cold winters and hot summers go by, I'll wait for you patiently. However many tears I cry, I'm reminded my love for you will never wither or dry. However many nights I cry myself to sleep, someday you'll replace them with smiles and endless laughter until we fall asleep in each other's arms. However, for now, until forever.
Took you like a shot, thought that I could chase
You with a cold evening.
Let a couple years water down
how I'm feeling about you
You could break my heart in two
But when it heals it beats for you
I know it's forward but its true
I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to
You're stuck in my head
and I can't get you out of it
If I could do it all again
I know I'd go back to you
You know my thoughts are
running loose
It's just a thing you make me do
And I could fight but what’s the use
Won't lie, I'd go back to you.
My moon.
I always come back to you
You're stuck in my head
and I can't get you out of it
I can never stray away
You know I always go back to you
I go back to you
I go back to you
You're stuck in my heart
And I can't get you out of it
I can never seem to catch a break
I'm yours to take
You know I always go back to you
I go back to you
I go back to you
I know it's forward but its true
I'll always go back to you
I fall in love with the little things, like the sound of your laugh; it makes me feel so warm inside.
Every night just when i look up at the moon, i wonder if he’s looking at it too; and i don’t know what to do.
You were right in front of me all along
How could I miss such a pretty face?
I'm sorry it took so long to look your way
Maybe you just weren't meant for me
I'm sorry my heart belongs to the moon
I'm waiting patiently for him
I'll pray till my knees are bruised
Till my eyes can no longer cry
Till my eyes are dry
Till my love comes to me
Till my heart is no longer in pain
Till my prayers are filled with love and joy
Till my fleeting mind can stay still and feel at home
Till my body no longer rocks me to sleep
Till my heart no longer cries me to sleep
When will you come to me?
I love you so much already it hurts
Please make the pain go away
I need you to come get me out right now
I need you to come wrap me up in your love now
I want to leave the feelings of reckless and abandoned
Tragic yet magic
My heart is a muscle but it’s not getting stronger
I want to wake up one day without my heart sinking to my feet
Instead with you in my arms
With your laugh tickling my brain
With each breath you take I steal a kiss
With each exhale in my lungs
Till I'm filled with every fibre of your being
I want you to devour me
I want to devour you
Subtle yet achingly obvious
My love for you is endless
Cries in degradation you were my separation I don’t know were to go from here.
A new year begins yet nothing has ended.
A new year begins and I’m still in love with you.
It’s beginning to feel like deja vu.
I’m still here were you left me waiting for you to come get me.
Untouched ready for you to devour me.
Undoubtedly I’ll surrender to your touch.
Words just aren’t enough I need to melt in your embrace and never leave your place.
Sunday
Lil Bill and Ford for the weekend!
~Spooki🖤
Memories
Been re-watching Gravity Falls
~Spooki🖤
Yes, your heart stopped at 5:05 am. You still have so much time left across the world. Frida kahlo painted flowers so that they would not die, my darling muse, how can I ever accept that you're gone?
a killer based on an image i saw (reference + bonus under the cut)
i was tempted to leave it transparent but i had a better vision for it hehe.
RAHHHH I LOVE DRAWING MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER
“New Muse”
Summary: where Noel has his new band “NGHFB” and fell into writers block—that is until he met you in a pub and took quite a liking.
Sorry for not posting as much, I always appear and disappear on here.
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The local pub, always carrying the smell of stale beer and warm cigarettes.
Being filled with the sounds of conversations and the occasional clatter of a glass hitting the Wooden tables.
Noel was sat alone by the bar, nursing a pint of Guinness that was nearly half empty—and completely forgotten.
His notebook lay open in front of him, pages blank except for a few scribbles. Frustration was gnawing at him.
Melodies seemed to hunt him just out of reach, lyrics dangling like whispers that refused to take shape.
He hadn’t written anything for his new band, after oasis broke up in 2009 this band was the only thing left for him to make it big again.
But then he heard you..
“Mind if I sit ‘ere?”
He looked up, his eyes bright with curiosity.
He gestured for the stool next to him, “go for it.” He muttered.
You slid into the seat, and quickly asked the bartender for a drink—then you glanced at him taking him in carefully.
“Rough night?” You asked.
“More like a rough month” he grumbled.
“Supposed to write songs for me band. Instead, I’m sitting ‘ere like a washed up poet.” He added.
You chuckled softly “maybe you’re just overthinking it”
“Yeah?” He arched an eyebrow and met your gaze “what do ya know ‘bout songwriting?”
“I don’t” you shrugged “but I do know people, and people love stories. You just need one to tell”
Noel leaned back a bit, intrigued. “You reckon you’ve got a story worth telling’, then?”
“Maybe” you spoke as you raised your glass and took a sip of whatever you were drinking “how long are you staying?”
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The night stretched on, the conversation flowed like a steady rhythm of a song—your words filling the spaces between his thoughts.
spoke about life, about the moments that linger in your mind long after they’ve passed—a forgotten kiss, a bittersweet goodbye, the feeling of standing alone on a crowded street.
And then, Noel’s notebook was no longer empty.
Words spilled across the papers, raw, honest, and full of feeling.
They weren’t perfect yet but he had what he needed.
“You’ve got a way with words” he said tapping the page with his pen. “Might’ve saved me album”
“I’ll take that as a ‘thank you’” you flashed a grin.
“More than that,” Noel said. His gaze lingering on you for much longer “Might’ve just found my muse.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded “yeah.”
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A day after meeting you he sat in the studio ready to make these lyrics come to life.
He couldn’t stop thinking about you.
At all.
He knew he should’ve gotten your number or something but yet he was in too deep to even ask.
And after he got his guitar right, stood up behind the mic one again and started to sing.
One song was born.
Yet there’s more to go, he needs her again.
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After not seeing her face again for a couple weeks, Noel and the rest of the band decide to take a trip to the pub.
And as fate intended she came in, eyes followed her around the room.
He was waiting for her to appear again, and finally she’s here.
He excused himself the the table and approached her, tapping her shoulder gently.
You turned your head, over your shoulder.
Locking eyes with him again.
Those blue eyes you thought you wouldn’t see again, because who knows how fate ends.
“Hi” you smiled softly.
“Hi.” He chuckled and sat next to you, you two sat a couple stools far from where you first met.
“Y’know didn’t get yer number, was regretting it” he admitted.
“Yeah? Me too” you glanced down at your drink.
“Y’look nice” he eyed your little outfit.
“Thank you” you had to admit that the conversation is quite awkward, like if there were tension and desires that had yet not been talked about.
Like if there was more to say but the overthinking was taking over.
“Listen—“ he started “what’d ya say, if ya come to the studio with me?”
“Right now?”
He gave you a small nod.
“Alright..” you muttered, unsure about it.
But who would say ‘no’ to him?
That same evening, he left his band behind and took you to the studio.
Walking through the many hallways to get to that specific room.
Filled with guitars, a drum set, microphones, sound table, amps.
A small wooden coffee table and a black leather couch.
The decoration of the studio is as expected, with awards and artwork being music related.
The two of you sat on the cool leather, then he reached out and grabbed his notepad.
“I needed you” he muttered roughly.
“Needed me?” Your brows furrowed.
“Yeah.” He flipped to a clean page “needed you, you’re like the only one I need right now.”
You stayed quiet, he looked kind of spooked that he had just admitted that.
“Hope I didn’t speak too soon”
Your lips parted slightly before a gentle “‘S’Alright” left your lips.
“So, how ‘bout that written then?” He looked at you.
You nodded, “yeah..should do that”
“I mean it though, yer probably the best thing that has happened yet—helped me”
You couldn’t help but smile.
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Mightttt do a 2nd part for ya