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[ Leonardo ]

he nodded dumbly, moving his two cups further apart, the coffee on one side, the brush water on the other. now all he had to do was make sure he washed his brush in the right cup and he would be fine.

leonardo set his brush down and shot his classmate a smile.

“do you like him?”

he was quite proud of his painting so far. truly he was blessed to find such a plethora of different people that wanted him to paint them. he didn’t even have to pay them.

Basil bent forward and scanned the surface of the canvas. It was nothing he had not seen before. Although, he was quite amazed with Leonardo’s technical skill.

“He is lovely-- I am sure you can add him to your steadily growing collection of handsome male portraits.”

The first comment was not a lie by any means. Basil admired the artist’s work immensely but the subject did not capture him. He had not painted many male portraits himself due to a lack of a subject, and finding one was incredibly difficult.

#maestrx #;; ( v: modern au )#[ passive aggressive basil is my fave ]#[ little does he know his greatest work will be a male portrait lmao ]

[ dumbass ]

it’d been a long night. exceedingly so and leonardo could not remember the last time he’d slept properly. not for lack of trying of course, just because he found it difficult. especially when he was wrapped up in his little projects.

god he was parched. coffee, he was sure, is what ran him. he was more coffee than water. his brush touched the canvas without commitment as he he reached for his mug, only to have it stopped before it reached his lips.

‘wrong glass?’

“oh! thank you! i…. hadn’t realized…” who was this kid again? basil, right? “thank you basil.”

The artist nodded his head.

“Long night? I am surprised that anyone is managing to stay awake.” For the first time he realized that not once had he taken a proper look at anyone else’s work but his own. He looked down at the painting. A portrait. It was no surprise that Leonardo was creating yet another. Basil wondered if he ever ran out of models who simply volunteered to be his subject.

“And I would recommend perhaps distancing your glasses the next time around.” He was only half teasing.

#maestrx #;; ( v: modern au )#[ he is silently judging leo's dumb decisions ]

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#[ wh y am i so anxious this is not good I can barely concentrate on classwork ]#[ idk my noise sensitivity is getting so bad hhhhhh ]#[ ok i need to calm down ]#negative //#;; ( out of paintings )

maestrx

Early morning sun streamed in through the studio’s windows. It was a surprise that more than two students had chosen to take such an early class though the harsh smell of the paints had the tendency to awaken the artists just as well as a cup of coffee.

Basil, more alert than most in the room, gazed at the students sleepily working over their canvases and at one student in particular. Leonardo-- yes Leo was his name, had managed to set his large mug of coffee directly next to the muddy jar of turpentine and was now reaching for the latter to bring up to his mouth. In a small jump over to his workstation, the artist cupped his hand over the top of the jar before Leonardo had the chance to drink. Basil gently pushed the jar back down to the table. He smiled at Leonardo and lowered his voice.

“Wrong glass--”

#maestrx #;; ( v: modern au )#[ 'sorry to interrupt but you almost accidentally poisoned yourself dumbass' ]

The artist sat with his sketchbook opened on his lap. Between his fingers he held a thin stick of charcoal with its tip just grazing the surface of the paper but he was hesitant to make a mark. Numerous times he had sketched his young muse effortlessly, as if he was not directing his strokes at all. Now he was afraid to trace the edges of his soft features, outlining the delicate features that adorned him, in case he was not able to capture them like before. Dorian, after all, had changed. He was not the sweet young boy he had met years ago, but something else-- Something he did not wish to admit.

Basil let in a deep breath and started with a small mark of charcoal. One mark folded on top of the other to create curved sweeping lines that soon resembled the figure of a man. With his nose mere inches from the paper, he continued the sketch certain that when it was finished he would see Dorian just how he imagined. The artist’s back became sore from the way h e was bent over the book, motionless except for his hands. He straightened and looked down upon his work. It was not Dorian he had sketched. It did indeed look like him, but there was something missing. It had vanished from his features like steam from air. Not for the life of the artist could he discover what had disappeared and he realized then; he could never again paint the Dorian Gray he had met all those years before.

#;; ( drabbles )#[ my hobby is making myself sad with my own writing what the hell ]#[ also this is my excuse to write about art things so ]

thetrolliestcritic

Archetypes | THE ARTIST

His fingers strain but maintain their poise; positioned with the utmost caution as his wrist directs his hand along the bare canvas. The fine hairs at the end of the brush glide with ease, as if running over ice. And yet his chest begins to tighten. One wrong move and it is all over. One slip of the hand, a slight of breath, and his masterpiece will become a devastating defeat. An echo of the unwavering turmoil he has gone through. His entire being rests on the compulsive gamble of right or wrong, black or white – there is no grey area, no room for mistake. Neither on this canvas, nor off of it. The smallest fracture made to his passion, and the demons known as Insecurity and Pessimism emerge from their tombs. Greeting him like old friends do. Manifesting the extraordinary is what fuels him, but it may also be what ends him.

#[ this is so perfect honestly... ]#;; about

Knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better. i was tagged by prouvairx!!

basics:

name: robin. if you feel like calling me r that’s fine too age: 16 ( i am smol ) preferred pronouns: she/her/hers sexuality: pansexual zodiac sign: capricorn taken or single: i am very much single three facts: i’m planning to be an artist. i was born in south africa. i have a twin

experience:

how long (months/years?): 10 months? yeah that sounds close enough platforms you’ve used: just tumblr lmao best experience: there’s not one in particular tbh. just getting to know so many wonderful muns and being able to make friends over writing. how’d you start: i stumbled across aprofoundduplicity and though ‘huh, I want to do that’ so here I am. I was so new to everything and I was pretty terrified at first.

muse preferences:

female or male: three for three male. I’d love to write a female muse though favorite face: I don’t think I have one least favorite face: again, none. although there are some overused fcs, they will never turn me away from rping with someone if I enjoy their writing. multi or single: single

writing preferences:

fluff, angst or smut: haven’t written much fluff and I can’t write smut so I’ll go with angst since it’s what I’m good at plots or memes: either tbh. I like the freedom of memes though long or short replies: longer rather than shorter best time to write: in the evenings are you like your muse(s): I’m the most similar to Basil because of the whole artist thing. and yeah I find myself idealizing reality a lot too

Tagging: if you would like to do this just say I tagged you lmao

#[ IT'S COMING CLOSE TO A YEAR SINCE I STARTED RPING OH MY GOSH ]#;; ( out of paintings )

stillcas

i’d follow you

to the end of the world if only you would ask me to.

on and on we go, my brother i’ve got you.

#;;the young adonis #[ he'd follow dorian to the ends of the earth if he asked honestly ]

antinxus

Would it be foolish to ask such a thing of this boy? Infatuation would be the simplest way to define the artist’s interest in Mr. Gray. How wonderful it would be to capture his beauty, a reminder of his ethereal presence that wholly captured his soul.

“Dorian-- would you indulge me in being my subject for a portrait? I have not seen a face such as yours, to not paint it would be a tragedy.”

#[ WINKS AT U ]#[ this is so sappy forgive me ]#antinxus #;; ( v: I will not bear my soul to their shallow prying eyes )

[ Dr. Jekyll ]