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@maestrodartea
hi. i suck. sorry. basically i’m rebooting and dropping all my threads and attempting to restart fresh. if there’s something you want to keep, discord me. i’ll be moving leo here. feel free to follow me there and we can started writing together again. sorry.
anyways. hey there. i feel like i owe you guys some stuff. aka an explanation. i dropped off the face of the planet. so i got that second job and it takes a LOT out of me. not only that but i’ve really just. been losing my mind over wrestling recently. on top of that all desire to create flew right out the window. i’m absolutely burnt out. i’m so tired. nothing that i do on here is fun anymore and like. i want to write but i literally. i’ll sit down and just stare. blankly. and that’s across all my blogs. i can’t write. i can’t do anything. i know that i can if i like. try. but the thought of trying is just exhausting. i have so much stuff to do this weekend. i’m working every day. i’ll be going to visit my parents for a few days next week and i might actually have time to do stuff but like. i highly doubt that i’ll find the creative juice that i need over there. i have exactly one buffer day before shit goes crazy again. they’re scheduling me more at my second job. tldr; i’ve got the depression, burn out, and lack of desire to do anything. this is probably a hiatus. idk when i’ll be back. i feel like i’m not doing anything important or interesting over here (that’s entirely my fault). i am on discord and if you wanna chat that’s. probably where i’ll be.
Daniel; bewitched, confused, nice and handsome!💞 Happy Chillin Sunday! 😀🍂🍁
gio:
GIOVANNI’S CHEEKS FLUSH ; he can feel them warm & that only leads him to further embarrassment. He’s a little blindsided , eyes finding the pigeons before a little smile etches itself upon his lips. “They’re fascinating creatures , understandable.” HE TELLS HIM. He’s never really stopped to look , always in a rush as of late. He holds his own hand out , grasping Leonaro’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you Leo , i’m Giovanni , but everyone calls me Gio.” FOR GOOD REASON ; he hated his full first name. He’d been named after his grandfather , and the two just didn’t get along. He drops his hand finally , but the warm smile is still etched into his features. HE FLUSHES JUST A LITTLE MORE - a hint of surprise at Leo’s words. If anything , Giovanni had found himself somewhat captivated by the other , he hadn’t expected a compliment on his own appearance. “I,,,,,,,,you don’t have to apologise.” He says quickly. HE CAN ALMOST HEAR HIS UNCLE ROLLING HIS EYES FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF FLORENCE. Gio was usually a little better at conversation , his performance as of right now was as poor as his brothers , Piero who could stutter even when conversing with family. “I….I’m not busy.” He tells him.
this could not be going any better, as far as leonardo was concerned. he spun his pencil around his fingers a few times before tucking it behind his ear again. “gio. it is a genuine pleasure.” he wet his lips and finally let his free hand after their little shake, curl around the strap of his satchel, slung over one shoulder and across his chest. pity about the birds, he thought. but now he had a new subject. named gio. who was a delightful shade of pink at the moment. leonardo’s mischievous smirk lingered just a little longer. oh yes, he was going to have a wonderful evening. gio seemed like good company. definitely someone leonardo was much more interested in than he had been a moment ago. he cocked his head to the side for a moment to take gio’s entire presence a little more. “tell me, gio, would you mind terribly accompanying me for coffee? or perhaps a drink and dinner, if you’re truly not too busy? i would love to get to know you a little bit. i find emotional connections with my subjects makes my art feel more real... it would truly be a pleasure...” and if he’s very interested in seeing where this particular interaction will be going. gio seems like an interesting person, even though they’ve only just met. then again leonardo doesn’t believe in coincidences. perhaps this was the start of something new and exciting. and if it wasn’t, it would still be an interesting experience.
i gotta do some chores but when i get back i’ll be writing up some replies and also a big long explanation post because i did drop off the face of the planet recently and i got some s’plainin’ to do.
howdy doody friends. please feel free to like this for a tiny starter!!
it’s the 8th year anniversary of me having this blog. -wipes away a tear-
@goldenornstein
“you know, your hands are very talented.” leonardo leaned over the table and rested his chin in his hands to study the sculptor. he wasn’t well known, not really, but leo suspected that he could be. “tell me, amico mio. you could be a household name. why aren’t you?” he liked sculptors. if only because it was a medium he wasn’t nearly as well versed in. not for lack of trying. leonardo was just better with pencil and paint and canvas. or... machinery. he was good at that too. well... really. leo was good at lots of things.
i’m laughing because leo’s a fucking life ruiner.
i’m bouncing out but like this for a lil starter for tomorrow.
@ofeorl
leonardo had sequestered himself further away from most of the action for the moment. it was too much. it was too loud in his head and too loud outside of his head and it had gotten to be too much. which was exactly why he was wandering in the nearest field, sketchbook in hand, watching the clouds almost thoughtfully. he was careful not to wander too far. to get lost here in the wilderness of gondor was hardly something he wanted to do. especially right now. danger is an uncomfortably warm and familiar presence at his back. but this? out here with the open air and the lack of fear drenched peoples or the tension of the city? it’s better. he can breathe. and the air smells of wild flowers. he hears her before he sees her. his smile is wide as he turns towards her. “i find that the air out here allows me to breathe far better, on occasion... did you find yourself overwhelmed as well?” he paused, stooping to pluck a flower from the grass. “i just needed a moment. i think people often get so wound up in the darkness that encases the world that we forget to enjoy what has yet to be tainted. i came out here to sketch the landscape, only to be distracted by the sky.” he twists the flower stem between his fingers, twirling the petals around with the softest of smiles. here, he truly feels at peace. if only for a little while.
handsome stranger:
HE WAS LATE ; oh he was so very late. He had about ten minutes to get from here to the Palazzo and with the streets full of tourists it was becoming quite the challenge. FINALLY HE STOPS , texts his Dad and tells him he’d have to stop by later. He’s been running around all morning & all over a sudden Giovanni finds himself overwhelmed. SOMETIMES HE HAS MOMENTS LIKE THAT. The writer takes a step back at the same time someone else does and chaos ensues. Papers seem to fly , a pencil rolls away and Giovanni reacts , attempting to collect that which is almost lost. “It’s alright signore , it was my fault.” HE’S SO USED TO APOLOGISING THAT IT COMES SECOND NATURE. “I….it’s fine really.” He offers a little smile , gently passing him the pencil to the other man.
leonardo’s fingers curl around the pencil rather slowly, calloused fingers brushing over the other’s as he plucked it from his grip. the artist’s eyes were bright, smile wide and amicable. “no, please. it truly was my fault... i was distracted by pigeons. i suppose that is fairly usual for me...” leonardo tucked the pencil behind his ear and extended a paint stained hand for shaking, “still, the least i can do is offer a name... leonardo. my friends call me leo. which... i think the little bump we just had puts us squarely in the friend department.” his free hand slipped his sketchbook into his bag. the birds are now absolutely forgotten. at least for now. his bright hazel eyes roved over this stranger’s face. how very fortunate, he thought, to run into a specimen like this doing what he normally does. “are you very busy at present? you would make an excellent model. your facial structure is absolutely stunning...” he took a few steps backwards, hand on his chest now, and a sheepish smile on his lips. “ah! i must apologize again, that was rather forward of me...”
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roland:
‘Tis the kiss that wakes him rather than the flowers, and Roland squints in this sunlit morning with the golden dust and the promise of flowers and warm lips, the heady scent of a full breakfast. Half-strewn and half-covered in clean sheets, o’er-compensating blankets and the o’er-stuffed pillow, Roland peeks his slit’d eyes in the quiet cacophony of his morning. He beams beatifically.
The bed bounces with the added weight of the adjusting Artist, and Roland, without his tunic or e’en his true clothes, sits up in this bed. Without looking doth he run his hand through Leonardo’s hair, ‘way from his face, touching at his temples, and slips his feet from the warm comfort of the bed and stands briskly onto the new dawn; feeling now, e’en as they drip and plop delicately ‘to the floor, the freshly-threaded flowers.
Doth he mutter his mumbl’ngs in Latin a’fore the breadth of his opened eyes, and rubbing them, his heart warmed, inquires: “Where hast thou been all night? Hast thou been ‘wake all night?”
roland’s smile brightens and warms the very depths of leonardo’s soul. it always does. it leaves him buzzing inside. his own smile mirror’s roland’s own. though roland’s, he thinks, is as bright as the sun. he presses his face into roland’s warm has as they push his hair back. the artist presses fleeting kisses to roland’s palms. leonardo’s arms wind around roland’s middle, guiding him to stumble sleepily so he can trap him with his knees. he presses his face to roland’s stomach, bearded lips tickling the soft skin of his abdomen. he noses along his stomach and the jutting of roland’s hips. it is the query that has him pressing his chin to roland’s stomach so he can look up at him with a soft smile. “not all night, no. but most of the night. i was out. first upon the roof to watch the stars walk across the sky. and then i was in the fields. feeling the grass beneath my toes. i could not bear to wake you. you looked so peaceful in my bed. i picked flowers. and when the sun rose to greet me, i came home. to see you, my star. to gaze upon you in the softest sunlight and adorn you with flowers and fresh berries and bread. and sweet wine.” he presses a kiss between his ribs and pulls roland close to breathe in the wonderful smell of him. leonardo things it must be the smell of love.
me? doing research about what was eaten in italy during the renaissance? you fuckin’ bet.
I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do.
Leonardo da Vinci
ART IS NEVER finished, ONLY ABANDONED.
-leonardo da vinci
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an independent semi-selective rp blog for LEONARDO DA VINCI from da vinci’s demons with a lot of historical influence and so many crossovers it’ll make your head spin. written by hana. previously previously known as mentisvolatus/maestrx. est. may 20, 2014.
