#maneoares

[isxulxmaneo]

“You smell nice.”

“-....why? ... hm?” 

“.. why do you do this?” 

[maneosik]

⛲️

⛲️: what's your ideal dream date?

“First, we’d wear matching outfits, then we’ll hang out all day at the animal cafe - bonus points if it’s the owl cafe because I’ve been wanting to go there for a loooong time now. Then maybe we’d hold hands and take a stroll, and eat street snacks for dinner. And then maybe a smooch on the cheek good night before we part ways?”

[maneoyreum]

𑁍┊𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 ˎˊ˗

·̩͙✧ starter for @maneoares​ .

Art was something subjective. Yet, for Cloud, it meant more than just something to be seen and appreciated. Within art, held sentimental memories long lost to the passing centuries. Fingers brushed along the uneven ridges of rough, acrylic strokes across canvas. A wry smile crossed the gumiho’s otherwise tranquil face. Cloud wondered how many others would be fortunate enough to have the chance to feel connected to the artist’s own emotions through the texture of each brush stroke? Drawing their hand away from the work, Cloud scribbled something on a notebook before covering the work once again with a protective cloth. They were quite pleased with what was gathered this time round. Although there were less variety of artists in the new collection they had been planning for, Cloud could not help but be intrigued by the clash and contrast of white and black across various works. Light and Dark. Salvation and Death.

The Gumiho hummed to themselves as the referred to the list of artists, carving the one specific name to mind. All artists whose arts were selected for the display were sent an invitation to the debut viewing, and this time was no different - that is, if Cloud ignored the bubbling feelings of what they would relate to as anticipation. With their mood significantly better than the hour before they had stepped into their storage office, Cloud exited the space before entering the main exhibit space.  Footsteps slowed to a stop as they stopped to another individual standing before a painting, their eyes lingering on the art before they finally breathed words, acknowledging the presence of the other. “Not many appreciate the desolation in the works displayed here,” Cloud ventured, guarded in their observation. “It makes me curious of what you see.”

[maneohq]

                                         𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊                                                    (𝟔/𝟏-𝟔/𝟕)

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜/𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒/𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝙲 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎:

Anne: 6/14

@sunnymaneo

Antoinette: 6/21

@maneoxjoon​ @maneoelizabeth​ @maneoxhyungi​ @maneoxsangseok​

Arlyn: 6/28

@maneoxhisoka​ @maneoxvince​ @maneoxvic​ @maneoxaiden​ @maneoxyunho​ @maneoxhana​

Mars: 6/14

@maneoyoona​ @maneojaehyun​ @maneo-yeonjun​ @maneoseojin​ @maneosoobin​ @maneojiwoo​

Cane: 6/30

@maneoxjsong​ @maneopollux​ @maneoki​ @maneobiseul​

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜/𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜' 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝟺 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊��𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝙲 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.

none!

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞��𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝟷 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝙲 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢:

@maneoares​ @maneokiha​ @maneotaeyong​ @kittymaneo​ @maneoxdaehwa​ @sangkimaneo​ @yejunxmaneo​ @feixmaneo​ @seokxmaneo​

[maneoxsidus]

“What is that?”

“This?” the Djinn gestured to an icy cup filled with iced coffee far larger than any being, human or otherwise, has any business drinking. The contents were a little under half way drained, and the blonde’s bright blue eyes were wide open, “It’s coffee! Well, it’s espresso. 30 shots, to be exact, with 18 shots of white chocolate mocha syrup,” she punctuated her statement with a sip, “And yes, it’s a heart attack in a cup, you don’t even have to ask.”