#pastelpaint

[astrcnaut]

           The meeting over, Hyunho desperate for physical attention, he seeks out Nero. Whimpering, almost crying as he wraps his arms tight around the said boy's waist, face in his shoulder. "Master... Was I a good boy? I was patient... Please?" / @pastelpaint​

[caecuschao]

can you hear me? @pastelpaint — closed starter: vincent griffiths for julius sumner

he groans and grabs the front of his hoodie, pulling it closely together over his mouth and lower face. he pulls his knees up to his chest on the chair and sits, watching julius. he looked like a small pouty child who wasn’t getting his way. “julius.. i’m tired.” he whines out lowly, trying to make a point with his tone. he was mainly trying to annoy julius, he was feeling extra needy that morning for some odd reason, maybe because he was woken up so early?

[pnwhccl-moved]

           Aurel laughs, half of his face hidden by waves while watching Eric move his arms around telling a story. Pulling himself closer, fingers digging into the sand and his tail splashing. "You seemed to be over exaggerating, Prince Eric." Teases the mermaid while pulling himself up onto the shore to stare up towards the pirate. "I'm sure there weren't any Krakens..." Then again, Aurel hasn't come around any Krakens in his some years of life. >> @pastelpaint

[marcopolorules]

LA TORMENTA⠀ ⠀ En la cerrazón de la tormenta ⠀ sólo veía tus espaldas como sombra ⠀ en el centro de la pequeña canoa. ⠀ Sabía que te protegía de la lluvia ⠀ una vieja capucha azul. ⠀ El aburrido ruido del motor ⠀ no nos alejaba del inmenso hervidero ⠀ en que se había convertido el lago. ⠀ La tormenta ⠀ nos había puesto en la mano de un dios enfurecido.⠀ ⠀ Pero casi estábamos dichosos cuando un relámpago⠀ iluminó los grandes árboles de la orilla del lago⠀ y vimos ramas de oro y plata instantáneos.⠀ Entonces volteaste y alargaste tu mano hacia mí:⠀ también te dio miedo la súbita oferta de fulgurar⠀ y desaparecer.⠀ ⠀ STORM⠀ ⠀ In the closing of the storm⠀ I only saw your back as a shadow⠀ in the center of the little canoe.⠀ I knew it protected you from the rain⠀ an old blue hood.⠀ The boring noise of the engine⠀ did not take us away from the immense hive⠀ what the lake had become.⠀ Storm⠀ he had placed us in the hand of an enraged god.⠀ ⠀ But we were almost happy when a flash of lightning⠀ lit up the big trees on the shore of the lake⠀ and we saw instant gold and silver branches.⠀ Then you turned and stretched out your hand to me:⠀ You were also afraid of the sudden offer to flash⠀ and disappear.⠀ ⠀ José Watanabe⠀ Banderas detrás de la niebla / Flags behind the fog⠀ & Michael Zolnowski @zolofigures (artist)⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #portraitpainting #portraitart #drypastel #drypastels #drypastelonpaper #pastelpaint #pastelpainting #pastelpaintings #pastelpaints #pastelpainter #contemporaryart #contemporaryartist #contemporarypainting #contemporarypainter #contemporarypaintings #contemporary_art #contemporarypainters #contemporaryfigurativeart #modernart #modernpainting #artgallery #contemporaryartgallery #figurativeart #figurativepainting #figurativeportrait #vagabondwho #marcopolorules #michaelzolnowski https://www.instagram.com/p/CL6KYjQn7qF/?igshid=119fglcd5d92i

[marcopolorules]

"Nadie puede aconsejarle ni ayudarle, nadie. Hay sólo un único medio. Entre en usted. Examine ese fundamento que usted llama escribir; ponga a prueba si extiende sus raíces hasta el lugar más profundo de su corazón; reconozca si se moriría usted si se le privara de escribir. Esto, sobre todo: pregúntese en la hora más silenciosa de su noche: ¿debo escribir? Excave en sí mismo, en busca de una respuesta profunda. Y si ésta hubiera de ser de asentimiento, si hubiera usted de enfrentarse a esta grave hnpregunta con un enérgico y sencillo debo, entonces construya su vida según esa necesidad: su vida, entrando hasta su hora más indiferente y pequeña, debe ser un signo y un testimonio de ese impulso. Entonces, aproxímese a la naturaleza. Entonces, intente, como el primer hombre, decir lo que ve y lo que experimenta y ama y pierde."⠀ ⠀ "No one can advise or help you, no one. There is only one way. Enter you. Examine that foundation you call writing; test if you extend your roots to the deepest place of your heart; acknowledge whether you would die if you were deprived of writing. This, especially: ask yourself in the quietest hour of your night: should I write? Dig into yourself, looking for a deep answer. And if this were to be one of assent, if you were to face this serious question with an energetic and simple must, then build your life according to that need: your life, entering until its most indifferent and smallest hour, must be a sign and a testament to that drive. So get closer to nature. So try, like the first man, to say what you see and what you experience and love and lose."⠀ ⠀ Rainer Maria Rilke⠀ Cartas a un joven poeta / Letters to a young poet⠀ & Paula Rego (artist)⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #portraitpainting #pastelpaint #pastelpainting #pasteloncanvas #pastelpainter #contemporaryart #contemporaryartist #contemporarypainting #contemporarypainter #contemporarypaintings #contemporary_art #contemporarypainters #contemporaryfigurativeart #modernart #modernpainting #artgallery #contemporaryartgallery #figurativeart #figurativepainting #figurativeportrait #vagabondwho #marcopolorules #lpaulareho https://www.instagram.com/p/CJicjR9nC-Y/?igshid=ousx6153la27

[astrcnaut]

           Blanketing himself over Spencer's back, Bran squeezes his arms around the younger halfling. "Think I should be taking you on a very long overdue date~" Coos the older one into Spencer's ear, a kiss to his temple. "Cecil is... somewhere, I didn't care to ask him where'd be. So that means I get you all to myself!" // @pastelpaint​

[astrcnaut]

             "...I guess it wasn't that important." Sanghyun laughs, feeling sheepish that he waited for almost an hour for Viper. "Uhm, give me a bit, I'll clean up?" There wasn't anything to clean up, keeping the popcorn unpopped and everything closed. He still throws them into space under his bed, into the usual drawer he keeps them in... that he, Minwoo and Namil use to raid. "So, uhm," he closes the laptop, stashing it under the bed too. // @pastelpaint​

[astrcnaut]

             "Youngtae brought over an ouija board to my apartment." Yejun gives his friend a strained smile, fingers picking at his sweater as he shifts from foot to foot. "So, can I, if I'm allowed- can I stay here for the time being? I already told him he needs to stay there until someone comes to fix it." Who to fix it? He still doesn't know, he just doesn't want to be anywhere NEAR his apartment.

muse: ko yejun, alien obsessed conspiracy club member. // sc. ( @pastelpaint​ )