User blog:Ore-samma/My Cyclops (Artist) (no lewd)

Hello fans, Ore-Samma here!

From another forum post / request = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000068262/r/4400000000000452392

This one was easy as pie, piece of cake! My fans do have great ideasI

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Hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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I sighed as I thumbed through the piles and piles of fan mail and requests for commissions.

I was in perhaps the worst case of artist block I could ever imagine.

I sighed and brought the imagery forth of all the sculptures I’ve done. Some of humans, some of Mamono, some men, some women, some of just abstract notions.

I sighed again and crumpled a piece of paper and tossed it to the pile.

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There was beauty in the world, but I wanted to see something that would take my breath away! Something unique! Something no one had ever seen!

A soft knock sounded at the door.

“Yes! Yes! Whatever it is! Come in!” I shouted, irritated at my entire life.

“E-e-excuse me sir, but I’m here to deliver your adamantium chisels.” A timid voice said from the cracked door.

“Ah yes, the Cyclops craftsmanship is the finest in the land- over there please.” I said, pointing to a desktop without even looking.

“Y-yes s-sir.” The timid voice said.

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I roughly got up from my seat and scoured my strong box for payment. The arrangement was set to be ‘pay on delivery’, and I would never allow my reputation to be tarnished for any reason.

“Looks like I am going to have to over-pay you and your guild. But it’s okay keep the-” My jaw dropped as did the slips of gold I held in my hands as I beheld something that brought Lady Inspiration herself to brush her hand across my fevered brow.

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“You! You are so beautiful! So perfect! I must know your name!” I cried out seeing the woman before me.

Her singular eye widened and her face turned beet red.

“My name? Uh… my name is Meme’ sir.” She said, backing away from me as I drew nearer.

“Meme! I must carve your likeness! You must pose for me! We need to get started right-”

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SMACK

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I stared in astonishment as the cyclops goddess ran, screaming from my workshop and slammed the door behind her, leaving the payment on the floor.

I was about to give chase when I forced myself to sit and started sketching. I sketched and sketched at a frenzied pace that I didn’t even know was possible.

I didn’t even hear my door burst open or hear the cyclops guild come in until they forcibly flung my chair around to face them.

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“Where is Meme!” I cried standing to my feet. “She must return! She must pose for my latest sculpture!”

The cyclops who was nowhere near the goddess level of beauty of Meme' frowned. “She’s not here. She’s not coming back-”

“What? Why? This is unacceptable! I must carve her likeness! Look!” I cried out pointing to the multitude of sketches I made of her. “That pose! That expression! That-”

“-shut up!” The cyclops growled and slapped me across the face.

“-her eye! Her lips! Her cheeks! It’s all there! The pure vision of-”

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*smack*

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“-Loveliness! She has to come back! I will pay you her weight in gold!” I finished out in a desperate wail!

I rubbed my face that must have been bruised by now- but I didn’t care! She had to come back and at least the Cyclops’ face turned from grim and mad to confused and contemplative.

“You… you weren’t trying to attack her?”

“NO! Why would I? Who could ever bring themselves to hurt such a beautiful young lady!” I cried out again, almost in tears. “Please! It’s been so long since I’ve been this inspired! I must carve her likeness! I can’t do it from memory!”

The cyclops looked over her shoulder. “''Meme! Cho-vak-troth-mar-vas!''” The other Cyclops’ from the guild parted ways….

I looked, and nearly fainted to see that vision of loveliness walk through the door. Her face was dusted the most delicate of pink and her eye was averted, but in a more demure way.

“You are so beautiful, Meme!” I whispered. “Please say you will! I will do anything!” I pleaded.

“First off!” The other cyclops said. “You owe us for the shipment you received.”

“Oh yes! Here it is!” I said as I scooped up the gold slips from the ground, untouched since Meme left. “Here, that should be more than- wait a second, lemme give you more!” I rushed to my strongbox and pulled out a deep sea pearl, as big as a large orange and handed it over. “This is for the honor of just seeing her again!” I said holding it out with it resting on a clean black velvet cloth.

The cyclops’s cheekbones took on a pink hue now as well as she accepted a treasure that could have purchased an entire mountain worth of metal.

I sighed, trying to get myself under control and looked to Meme again. “Would you pose for me? Would you allow me to sculpt your form? I will pay your weight in gold, like I said!”

The larger cyclops woman turned to Meme “Sha-yu-yah, jun-yos-tu-shen.” She said in a calm voice.

Meme stepped forward, her face still a delicate vulnerable pink that tinged the normal blue of a cyclops skin.  “This isn’t a joke?”  She whispered, her vibrant purple eye flicked to me and then away.

“No! Never! Just look at the sketches I made of you!” I said sweeping my hand to my drawing desk.

Meme brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and whispered something I couldn’t make out.

“I’m sorry, what?”

 “No one ever said such things about me before.”  She whispered. “I’ll do it, but only if my mother can be with me the entire time.”

“Of course, my dear.” I said in a calm even voice. I looked to the strong, tall cyclops woman who smacked me around. And raised my eyebrows.

She nodded. “Yes, I am she.” Her face seemed to carry an expression of slight jealousy now. She was pretty, that much was for sure, but she was no goddess like Meme’.

“Well, my dear. If you would step on the scale here…..”

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We weighed Meme, and I gave them a banking slip to use against my personal account with the city. “Please return anytime! I am going to prepare my deep sea marble, and will be waiting for you!”

The next days passed by in a feverish dream. I roughed out Meme’s form and even met her father who was also a blacksmith.

They stayed in my personal Villa as I worked tirelessly on the ultra-expensive deep sea marble. It could only be found at the bottom of the ocean, and to make a twelve foot sculpture with it, was unheard of. The chunks alone that I was selling to other artisans more than compensated me for the gold I gave Meme’s family for this honor.

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“Okay! Meme.” I said, “it’s time.”

Meme’s face turned beet red. The pose that I decided required Meme’ to wear a scant slip of cloth. Her body would be all-but-naked. Meme’s mother and father tried to protest, but Meme wanted it to be that way, stating that she was a full adult and she could decide.

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 “I… I need just a moment, Brandon.”  Meme’ whispered.

“Of course!” I breathed and waited with my back turned.

“o...okay….” I heard her whisper.

I heard an audible growl from Meme’s mother, but I didn’t care. I continued to work, meticulously with the smaller, more delicate and precise chisels. With file and sandpaper I brought in the finer details, the delicate nuances of her form. Everything was coming together.

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As the hours and days passed, Meme became more relaxed with me. She maintained eye contact, and her smiles grew more natural.

At last the day came. I brought the sea marble and white marble together.

Meme was posed like the delicate goddess she was. The cloth was made of pure white marble and looked like it was softer than clouds if you touched it. The Marble was the slightest bit darker than her skin, and her brown-almost-blonde hair was expressed with a sandstone piece that made her hair seem touchable.

“The last piece is also ready.” I said, holding out a box. I plucked out an unsurpassed cut amethyst and placed it into the socket. I stood back from the statue, in tears. “This… this is the greatest and saddest day of my life.” I whispered.

“What? Why? Is it bad?” Meme said, her eye starting to glisten with tears. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t of- maybe if I-”

“No-” I said, wiping my eyes and dropping the last chisel and hammer I would ever use. “You don’t understand.” I gasped and just barely kept myself from weeping. “If an artist is really lucky….they will make a masterpiece so divine that they know than when it is done…. They are done…. They know they will never make anything as beautiful again…. And when that happens…..” I held up my hands. “They can’t do it anymore…. This is that moment for me.”

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Meme looked to the statue and back to me. “R-really?”

I nodded. “Meme, I will never again pick up my chisel or hammer. I will never sketch or draw. Nothing could ever top this…..” I looked at Meme as if for the first time….. “Except maybe….if it was possible you would…..”

“Yes?” Meme said, her eye starting to brim with tears, her face pink.

I held out my bruised, scabbed, and battered hands. “Would you be my wife?” I said, unable to look at her.

A flurry of motion caught my eye and Meme was now in my arms, I felt her delicate sobs as she held onto me like I was the most priceless treasure in the world.

“I will.” She sniffed.

“Really? Why? I never thought-”

Meme pulled back and looked into my eyes, her own eye twitching from one to the other. “I never once thought….never once thought I was beautiful until you… I never thought anyone would ever feel this way about me….you see me as beautiful, and you want me…. And…. you are worth more to me than anything in the world.”

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I brought my lips to hers and closed my eyes.

There is a saying. Art imitates life, and life inspires art.

Art shows us the best of what we see, and what we wish to see.

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But for me, there was only Meme, and the love I had for her.