What Are Three Things Necessary To Your Happiness? Family, Honesty And Creativity.

The artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before art is born, the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of his own creation.

Auguste Rodin (via wordsnquotes)

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😀 Best memory of your muse

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🌠 Wishes for your muse

🗝 Secret they’re keeping from your muse

🔮 Future plans involving your muse

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to love and lose and still be kind.

Warsan Shire (via wordsnquotes)

Steven Yeun photographed by Matteo Mobilio for GQ Magazine (2018)

“What caught your eye?” a silky voice echoed from behind what used to be a perfectly fine desk. Now, just a few years after being taken in by its new owner, it has been littered with paint that managed to miss the objects it was meant for. Various papers, works in progress, and tools littered any other free space much like the shop itself. Brightly colored masks hung above him, furniture with large yellow price tags that seconded as shelving for other pieces— unique objects with every turn that many came to gawk as if it were a museum. Silas had only owned the shop for a few years, but business was starting to get pretty regular through word of mouth. Advertising by featuring local artists and that in turn had really boosted his foot traffic. A broad smile followed with surprisingly warm eyes, hardly the look of someone blemished for eternity. He set down his pen and moved closer to the entrance.

@corinthbaystarters​

“#” to leighton pls

Silas: Do you by chance know anything about bats? — five minutes later — Silas: Not because of you being a vampire or anything. Just because I have a little family of them living in my attic and could use some advice.

waeteeth‌:

“Sorry ‘boot that, probably didnae hear the notification over the noise.” Alright, game on, he wasn’t going to have to fend anyone off. Granted, he supposed he could always just take her out around the alley outside for a bite, she wouldn’t have needed much persuading with how she’d been borderline clinging to him. Jamie had some faith in this stranger to be interesting enough to make up for the loss. Hand kind of hovering against the stranger’s lower back, he ushered them through the small crowd to get to the bar where he promptly perched himself on an empty seat. The moment the bartender was within earshot, he was calling to him. “Whiskey sour, throw in a splash of red wine. And then whatever my dear friend here desires.” Elbows on the bar and fingers laced together, he shot the stranger a knowing smirk. 

Now that he really got a chance to look at him beyond just yanking him from the crowd of people, he realized he was actually pretty attractive. There was a warmth about him, something about his eyes. Smelled nice, too. This night was definitely shaping up to be better already. The moment the bartender scurried off, he was resting his chin on his hands, completely enthralled in his new companion. “So what do ye do that ye smell so damn lovely? Didnae know they made a cologne that’s basically sawdust.” 

Not as though this was the first time Silas had been in a similar situation, but typically being used as a scapegoat didn’t require him to continue the skit that long after the departure. Most would just thank him before both going their separate way or depending, the cubi might get a little snack and never see them again. It was all about the circumstances. Which, in truth, he did not someone such as the man in front of him to actually take interest in anything that had to do with Silas himself. People and creatures were full of surprises, not able to get a full read on what exactly the cubi was dealing with. A hunter, perhaps? But most of the time there was at least a different kind of— well, almost scent and that’s not what Silas was grabbing here.

He allowed the stranger to lead him towards the bar with the same grin as before, finding a seat next to him and ordering his own drink, “Seoul Mule, light ice.” Quick and to the point, obsidian hues floating from the bartender to the man that brought him over. Eyes were crystal blue to the point that they were almost haunting, eagerness that Silas hadn’t noticed until the moment they got cozy at the bar top. A chuckle fell from the cubi’s lips, leaning back slightly and brushing off his shirt. “Must still have bits on me,” he replied, looking down to see if anything was noticeable, “I do a lot of woodworking.”

“A familiar face,” the cubi stated as he gently removed his mask to reveal a smile as he came up to the couple. Over his time working with the werewolf on displaying her custom pieces, Silas had heard many lovely things about Nora’s wife and just hadn’t had the chance to meet her. His current state of fatigue was hardly the first impression he wanted to give, but from what he understood of the witch— there was probably no reason to worry over it. Eye bags on full display after another night of unrest, yet the scale was still firmly placed inside his pant pocket. Pulling out a hand to shake, the cubi gave a warm grin and spoke loudly over the crowds, “Seen any fun booths?”

@noraxzhao​

maddcxaquinc‌:

The days had seemed to blend together, Maddox only ever sure of the time, but not which day of the week it was. His head was haunted with the memories of the eidolons, the spirits that had seemed to life like, that had possessed faces of those they are not belonged to. Family members, friends, loved ones, enemies; they came flooding back to the streets of Corinth Bay, and left chaos in their wake. And he had seen them all. He had seen the anger in their eyes, the horror on their faces, and the cause of many of their deaths before him. It had left him shaken, weary and drained of the energy he had used in order to banish some of them back to the ethereal plane, to free those that had been tormented, even if for only a few minutes. He hadn’t even realized when the spell had been cast, banishing the eidolons back through the rift from which they came.

It was for this precise reason, that when he saw a man sitting on a bench, with spirits seemingly entirely too interested in him, Maddox approached quickly. His intention was to use what energy he still had to banish them, to send them away for a moment of reprieve — but the sight of the green scale, seemingly the object of the spirits’ attention, had him stopping short. A shiver ran the curve of his spine, his eyes transfixed on the item as it caught the light in an unique way. “What is that?” The question slipped from his tongue too quickly, his voice soft in the open air. There was something magical about it, but it felt — different, ancient.

“Nothing really, I don’t know,” quickly flew from the cubi’s lips as he closed his hand over the object of interest. Panic hung in his voice and in his expression, not understanding why he felt the sudden need protect it from anyone else's view. Even his dreams managed to consist of the item in some fashion, what little sleep he did get, and the bags under Silas’ eyes was evidence of both. He truly didn’t want to discuss it at all, especially with someone that just randomly found him on the street. Eidolon crowding them both as the energy fluxed.

Rapidly he realized this wasn’t the situation he wanted, not the position he wanted to be in, and continued to grip the scale. Though he couldn’t seem to bring himself to lie about it even when the feeling inside him screamed at him to do so. Assessing the situation, a darkness coming from the stranger that Silas hadn’t noticed before, he spoke, “I found it in my pocket, that happens at times in my line of work.” Well, that wasn’t completely true. Often he knew what was inside his pockets because he had purchased it, but the scale was different. It had shown up as if it was magnetized to the cubi and was unexplainable. Similar feelings vibrated inside his being and was reminded of a time when he was still human, picking up random objects of magical value to sell in his father’s shop. The same person floated around them currently and he forced himself to keep his charcoal hues away.

There he was again— Giovanni, the cubi remembered as a sigh fell from his lips before the man entered his establishment. It wasn’t that he didn’t fully like the guy, well, actually Silas could truly say that something about the human rubbed him a strange way. The presence and aura around him caused a bubbling within Silas’s gut, though he wasn’t exactly sure what that meant for the cubi in the grand scheme of things. After all, Giovanni didn’t hold as much power as someone such as himself but that had never stopped mortal’s from wreaking havoc when they felt the desire to. “Why, hello Giovanni. Long time no see,” a warm tone given the feeling that crept into his belly as their eyes met, “You’re a sight for sore eyes.” A relaxed pause as he leaned lightly on the front counter, listening to the graceful footsteps coming towards him, “What can I do for you this evening?”

@giovannixrusso​