My Muse - Blog Posts

found a statue of my girlfriend at the art museum

I think we writers, despite being artists, don't talk about the concept of a muse enough. Sure, writing is not a visual medium so a 'muse' isn't incorporated in an obvious and direct way as it can be in visual mediums but at the same time... we use muses all the time without even realising it. I have written characters straight from my life multiple times without even considering a single of them my 'muse' even though they were an inspiration. I guess it depends on how you would personally define a writing muse but in general, it's a person who inspires you to write a character, a theme, a story etc. for one or more works. I never really thought about it until I found someone I could call a muse. And to celebrate that fact, I present to you, my muse:

THE Jeonghan Yoon!

This man is so beautiful, he doesn't just inspire a character for me, he inspires me to write in general, he inspires me to pace around in my room and come up with detailed, descriptive prose until I lose track of time and reality. I could spend hours on Pinterest collecting pictures of him for the aesthetic that suits my book and only stop when I personally throw in the towel because there is an endless supply of good, heck, ethereal-looking photos of this man because he serves looks every waking second of his life. I cannot say enough about him. Probably the most beautiful man I've seen in my life. 'Beautiful' doesn't even come close to describing his angelic grace but whatever. I don't even like him like that. I am a huge fan of Seventeen and of all the members but he is not my favourite yet I cannot deny the sight for sore eyes that is his face. I could go on but you get the point.

TLDR: Jeonghan is my muse and I could shut up about it.

acrylic homage to pickles

this was my very first jar of pickles. shoutout cucumbers!

Pic via pinterest

You were like the sea

The delicate intimacy of you visiting my dreams. Only then I get to see you.

The sea, with all its hurricanes, all its storms. It reminds me of you.

Watching you fall in love and out of love. But never with me.

You were like the sea, with all its stillness. And all its peace.

My intense longing for you to stay. So hopeless yet so ardent.

Because just like the sea you were. Always changing yet so persistent.

My Muse

Gosh these idiots need to get a room

Billford combo of week 2 and 3, Stars and Muse! Because I have little control over my life! :D

Can’t draw digitally right now because my hand cramps weirdly, so have this

@localcanadiancreature62

Oh yeah and the dnd session went well lol

I spend another night in my lonesome solitude

My very being withering away at the thought of

Losing you.

Please, put an end to this I cry with cold knees

Imprinting the rug that my tears drench as my

Heart is tugged by an invisible string.

However many cold winters and hot summers go by, I'll wait for you patiently. However many tears I cry, I'm reminded my love for you will never wither or dry. However many nights I cry myself to sleep, someday you'll replace them with smiles and endless laughter until we fall asleep in each other's arms. However, for now, until forever.

Took you like a shot, thought that I could chase

You with a cold evening.

Let a couple years water down

how I'm feeling about you

You could break my heart in two

But when it heals it beats for you

I know it's forward but its true

I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to

You're stuck in my head

and I can't get you out of it

If I could do it all again

I know I'd go back to you

You know my thoughts are

running loose

It's just a thing you make me do

And I could fight but what’s the use

Won't lie, I'd go back to you.

My moon.

I always come back to you

You're stuck in my head

and I can't get you out of it

I can never stray away

You know I always go back to you

I go back to you

I go back to you

You're stuck in my heart

And I can't get you out of it

I can never seem to catch a break

I'm yours to take

You know I always go back to you

I go back to you

I go back to you

I know it's forward but its true

I'll always go back to you

I fall in love with the little things, like the sound of your laugh; it makes me feel so warm inside.

Every night just when i look up at the moon, i wonder if he’s looking at it too; and i don’t know what to do.

You were right in front of me all along

How could I miss such a pretty face?

I'm sorry it took so long to look your way

Maybe you just weren't meant for me

I'm sorry my heart belongs to the moon

I'm waiting patiently for him

I'll pray till my knees are bruised

Till my eyes can no longer cry

Till my eyes are dry

Till my love comes to me

Till my heart is no longer in pain

Till my prayers are filled with love and joy

Till my fleeting mind can stay still and feel at home

Till my body no longer rocks me to sleep

Till my heart no longer cries me to sleep

When will you come to me?

I love you so much already it hurts

Please make the pain go away

I need you to come get me out right now

I need you to come wrap me up in your love now

I want to leave the feelings of reckless and abandoned

Tragic yet magic

My heart is a muscle but it’s not getting stronger

I want to wake up one day without my heart sinking to my feet

Instead with you in my arms

With your laugh tickling my brain

With each breath you take I steal a kiss

With each exhale in my lungs

Till I'm filled with every fibre of your being

I want you to devour me

I want to devour you

Subtle yet achingly obvious

My love for you is endless

Cries in degradation you were my separation I don’t know were to go from here.

A new year begins yet nothing has ended.

A new year begins and I’m still in love with you.

It’s beginning to feel like deja vu.

I’m still here were you left me waiting for you to come get me.

Untouched ready for you to devour me.

Undoubtedly I’ll surrender to your touch.

Words just aren’t enough I need to melt in your embrace and never leave your place.

Sunday

Lil Bill and Ford for the weekend!

~Spooki🖤

Memories

Been re-watching Gravity Falls

~Spooki🖤

Yes, your heart stopped at 5:05 am. You still have so much time left across the world. Frida kahlo painted flowers so that they would not die, my darling muse, how can I ever accept that you're gone?

a killer based on an image i saw (reference + bonus under the cut)

i was tempted to leave it transparent but i had a better vision for it hehe.

RAHHHH I LOVE DRAWING MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER

i swear climber is literally my muse at this point