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@vitruviaan
Badly describe my muse in my inbox.
Adriaan van de Spiegel & Giulio Casseri, De humani corporis fabrica libri decem, 1627
Random sentence starters.
“Don’t make me laugh, I’m trying to be mad at you”
“I’m not stalking you, I’m following you without your knowledge. It’s completely different”
“I guess I’ll go alone then, without you. Alone. By myself. Like a friendless loser.”
“Let me see that pretty smile”
“It’s you and me against the world”
“Don’t worry, everyone makes mistakes. Like me I was my parents greatest mistake”
“When I look at you all I feel is rage”
“Are you always this happy go lucky? Don’t you ever feel UNHAPPY?”
“I will dance anywhere I please”
“What’s it like being brighter than the sun?”
“C’mon, we’re too cool for this”
“Would it be weird if we held hands. Not like a couple, just as a friends or maybe as a couple. I just want to hold your hand”
“I need you to do me a favor, hit me as hard as you can”
“It’s okay, I know it’s difficult being short so I’ll just lift you whenever you’re trying to reach something up high”
“I’m sorry if I hugged you for an unreasonable amount of time”
“Hurry, HOP on my back. There’s no time for explanation”
“You know me better than I know me. What should I do?”
“I wouldn’t be staring at you if you weren’t so pretty. I’m not to blame for this”
“We’re friends even if you disagree”
“Now listen here, I love you but you suck”
“I couldn’t think of a way to end my story so I just made annoying noises”
“Look into my eyes. Do they look infected to you?”
“That’s it. I give up on life”
“I’m friendship breaking up with you. Don’t worry, I’ll find someone better”
“No, I wasn’t thinking of kissing you. How awkward would that be. I mean unless you wanted to?”
“Believe in the me that believes in you”
“You’re too tall. It frightens me”
“Wanna spin in circles until we’re too dizzy to stand?”
“We make the perfect duo. Me, the smart one and you the dumb one.”
“Your destiny is to hangout with me. No one else, ever. I get jealous”
“Well if you think I can do it then obviously I cannot”
“I’d say listen to your heart but I highly doubt you have one”
“I’m crying because your face is cute”
“Why are you so hideous?”
“Oh look it’s you, the embodiment of an actual angel here to bless me”
“You kissed my face, I can die happy now”
“You look huggable, may I confirm?”
“I think I’m having a fake heart attack”
“Don’t touch me with your weird fingers”
“I had a dream about you, you died”
“I’m gonna snowplow your whole family”
“You were the one that got away but I’ll get you next time. Oh yes I will”
“I’m gonna keep you forever”
“Don’t look at me with those big sad eyes. I can’t take it”
“You think I’ll do it, but I’ll tell you right now there’s no way- okay I’ll do it”
“I saw a baby deer and it reminded me of you”
“I didn’t miss you, I REALLY missed you there’s a difference”
“Did you know you’re fantastic?”
“You disgust me in the best kinds of ways”
“If I had to pick a friend to marry, I’d pick you”
“And they all lived happily ever after or I hope they did. I didn’t even read the book.”
“My life would be boring without you. Very peaceful and stress free but boring”
All my life through, the new sights of Nature made me rejoice like a child.
Marie Curie (via natureisthegreatestartist)
Details: The Dying Gladiator, 1799, by Pierre Julien. (Which is a statue, if you didn’t notice, and that would be easy to understand why.)
Curls up into his form and naps in his lap.
Gentle fingers comb through the loose strands of her hair. The young artist, cradling her head on his lap, hums a quiet tune. Amusement paints a smile on his young face.
“All you do is sleep, Maka.”
Tell me; How do the stars look, To your eyes. Tell me; Are they as beautiful Now, As they were Then?
Leto to Asteria
s.s.c.
(via clyternnestra)
desmond.
Sleep had been hard to come by all night. Not that Desmond had been uneasy as the start, the teen bodied male had calmed down enough where he could relax, silence a bit deafening save for an occasional dog barking somewhere in the city. It’s also not because he made a self-made bed on the floor on the far side of the guest room either. Just couldn’t as his brain refused to turn off and shut the hell up, thus blanky staring at the hidden blade, fiddling with the latches and detailed workings. The most rest he got is enough to prevent their eyes and head from throbbing, which is only about an hour or two while stiffening ups sore joints and tug a partly blood crusted stitches everytime they shifted.
Finally, morning came as did the sounds of the usual chatter of street life slowly begin to pick up. Truthfully, after all, night contemplating what he should do, how long he would be staying in this timeline, Desmond wanted to stay where he was at. Although while he looked the part now with borrowed clothes, that did and would not save him from possibly starting trouble by a few rude civilians. Though where could they go? Certainly not to the Brotherhood, last thing he wanted was to cause an uneasy stir and god knows what you know? It’s not like the whole situation was confusing and stressful as is.
Eventually, Desmond’s head perked up from resting on a palm, barely catching sound in the main area of the shop/business. Sighing softly, A hand ruffled through messy hair, wincing at some sticky strands. Yeah, he needed an actual wash by the way a few strands felt sticky. Hopefully not stray blood from their recent murder. Yuck.
Standing, wincing at the popping in his back from a quick stretch, Desmond quickly fumbled to placed the blade back onto his wrist then tug on shoes that would not be sneakers. Glancing door once more, he hauled their small mass of pillows and blankets off the floor and at least made the bed look a bit presentable and slept in. In present time his boyfriend is unaware of the bartender taking refuge in his closest than a mattress. Force of habit of various factors. a bit embarrassing.
Fixing their appearance once more, he slowly opened the door, peeking out to spot the blonde man before fulling stepped out. Subconsciously rubbing at the almost fresh scar on his face, the ex-assassin stepped further into the art and invention cluttered room, greeting Leonardo with a ‘good morning’ before not knowing where to go from there. Any thinking he has done to approach the elephant in the room seemed to have fizzled out. Ugh. He was going to be blunt but how the hell did words work? How frustrating really, so he sort of just awkwardly scratched at the nape of his neck next, obviously fidgeting at this point.
The bread and fruit, and plates and bowls, had been set the night before. Soup was easily prepared. With breakfast taken care of, Leonardo considered a trip to the hot baths. For Desmond’s sake, walking around with ill-matted hair, and dirt and grim, the poor man did not exactly look the part. Clean clothes could only cover up so much, and Desmond really was a mess. But the clothes did fit, and for that, Leonardo was grateful. Desmond no longer stuck out like an outsider. Leonardo returns the good morning in kind, and smiles to soften his words.
“I’m sorry to say this, my friend, but you look as though you slept on a wagon instead of a bed.” Leonardo felt partial guilt for his Desmond’s discomfort, and hoped to make his guest feel more at home. “There is a water bucket in the corner there,” he says, and points, “You may use it to wash up before or after breakfast. Help yourself to the bread and fruit. If you want soup, I can prepare a bowl for you.”
Leonardo returns to the workbench, gathering a few materials from beneath the table scattered with notebook pages and designs. He could hardly find a single sheet of blank paper. Mamma mia. Given time, searching a bit longer for even the tiniest amount of space on a single sheet of paper, Leonardo finally emerged triumphant, and finished writing a list of groceries. From there, he checks on Desmond, and offers him a sack with a strap.
“Will you come to the market with me? Salaì, my assistant, normally does the shopping but he’s no where to be seen. That way you can pick out what you’d like for dinner. I can also show you around the city and perhaps we can visit the hot baths. They’re incredibly relaxing.” Relaxation was something he did not find in Desmond, but truly needed.
Leonardo doesn’t know where this man comes from or why he’s running from the Templars. But in the short time spent together, it was clear Desmond could use some help. Questions can wait in place of care.
“You don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to.” It was with these words the artist hoped to ease the frantic mind, and comfort the young man — really, he’s only just a boy. Time to lay out the plan. Leonardo scratched at his beard. “I would feel more comfortable if you didn’t run off though. Less chance of you having a run in with the guards. It would be better if we pretend you’re just another one of my assistants... if that’s alright with you.”
It is perfectly acceptable to just write a starter for me at any time.
Studies for the heads of two soldiers in ‘The Battle of Anghiari’ 1505
Leonardo da Vinci
Study for the Trivulzio Equestrian Monument 1510
Leonardo da Vinci
– Everything is PERMITTED ? I like the sound of that. Thinking what I like and acting how I PLEASE.
– indie, private, exclusive Edward Kenway of ACIV
St. John the Baptist 1515
Leonardo da Vinci
[ activity alert ] won’t be on for the next five days or so.
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Leonardo da Vinci
Smooches his forehead. <3
@scythereaping
The tender gesture earns a soft smile. If only such love and comfort existed in the souls of others as it did in his friend. “Your love knows no boundaries.”