#baroque male fashion

[resplendentoutfit]

Anthony van Dyck (Flemish,1599 - 1641) • Lord John Stuart and his Brother, Lord Bernard Stuart • 1638

We want to be underwear models but Mother will not allow us to dial the Time Machine to the 21st century.

[vogelfreyh]

Their wild Rococo days…hehe

A big part of the story will take place in the 18th century (after they got the possibility to go back in time, in order to prevent certain events). However, since Vladi is a huge enthusiast of that time period (as we all know) the two enjoy themselves a little *too* good in Paris and Venice and almost forget why they are here.

Don‘t worry, someone will make sure they remember …😬💀 Also - many bloody balls and banquets hehe. These two really peak as a deadly vampire couple here…and they‘re loving it 😂❤️

This picture is based on a Leyendecker painting

(Vladi & Mina are my OCs from my novel „A story of blighted souls“)

[club-cheongyang]

[eirene]

Boy in a Turban holding a Nosegay, between 1658 and 1661

Michiel Sweerts

[somethingwithmoles]

Michaelina Wautier (1604-1689), Portrait of a Commander in the Spanish Army, 1646, oil on canvas, 63 x 56.5 cm, Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Belgium, Brussels

Source: Wikimedia Commons | Musées royaux des Beaux-Arts de Belgique

[sgiandubh]

S on BBC 4's Saturday Live: 'anything but a quiet life'

As you all know, S was today on BBC Four's Saturday Live radio talk show, sharing the scene with people like super male model David Gandy, Catrin Finch - a Welsh harpist of international repute and the ever fascinating Lucy Worsley, a strong contender (along with Mary Beard) for the title of personal favorite (living) historian.

You can listen (as I dutifully did twice) to it here: https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m001t96r. I don't know how to embed it on this page, but that shouldn't be a problem.

The show is always interesting and I strongly suggest to let it play along and not rely only on my summing up & comments. I particularly enjoyed Lucy Worsley's Medieval and Baroque musical selection (flawless!) - but enough said, we're here for S, who was live on show from BBC's London studios.

As usually, I am going to transcript it as much as I can, primarily for those reading this post and using Google Translate (@bat-cat-reader, you are served!). So, you will kindly excuse the length, thank you.

At the 07:40 mark, a half jocular mention when prompted by the host: not a cricketer and not a harpist either (you can say many things about S, but not that he's got no humor - always a big plus in my book). But then things quickly get emotional, when he immediately mentions his mother (the question generally asked was 'what did your parents sacrifice for you?'), who 'sacrificed a lot (...) [as] a single parent, (...) she gave us everything, I think'. And then he quickly gets emotional, mentioning Chrissie H. again:

'(...) can I give my mom a shoutout, it's her birthday, on Monday [Nikki Bedi, presenter: 'aww, of course you can!'], so happy birthday, Chrissie, and thank you so much and I wish... I'm glad you never got me a harp, because I would have never dedicated myself. I think that's why I became an actor, because I didn't have to work too hard at one thing.'

It's then David Gandy's turn to talk about his own rural childhood in Billericay (Essex), his close knit family and his parents' endeavor of building a business and the now incomprehensible need to use faxes, something he has now to 'explain to the younger ones'. Then Nikki Bedi turns to S (13:08): 'Sam's laughing at that. Do you remember faxes?' Answer: 'I do.. I mean, I remember faxes getting scripts through or couriers bringing you know, scripts to your door, it..it's just a completely different world, now, and I am sure the fashion world is completely different now, isn't it, David, I mean it's changed so much'.

Onwards to more questions asked by Mrs. Bedi. This one was interesting (19:16): 'Sam, do you fear that each job you do is an act that could be your last? Is that always in the back or front of your mind?' Answer: 'Yeah, I think.. David, I mean...um... earnestly, everything you're saying there kinda rings true for my career as well... I am sure for Catrin being, you know, being a musician, I think it's, you know [Nikki Bedi: is it true, Catrin? CF: yes, absolutely, yeah, many things David said... it's the same (...)'].

Huw Stevens mentions alternatives to 'gigs', the need to plan for the future and the fact 'you always have to remain busy', mentioning S's whisky. Gandy also mentions S ('you've got quite a few businesses [...] a man after my own heart, we'll then gonna have to go out'), immediately cued in by Nikki Bedi ('whisky, tequila, gin').

Just after Lucy Worsley's superb intervention (easily my favorite of the whole program!), cue in to the kilt on a glacier part of S's chit-chat I am sure we all dutifully 🙄, by now. I noted the slight hesitation in his voice, while mentioning 'my...my friend, Graham McTavish', so I will not - yeah, sue me-, I repeat: I will not transcript this verbatim, simply because it doesn't really bring anything new or important to what we all know, already. Sitting on a glacier 'in a kilt, in commando, yes, it's my claim to fame'. Disgruntled Tumblrettes, beware - he poked fun at himself (shall I sign this to you, or are you able to read my lips?) and that is something only very intelligent people are able to do without sounding pathetic. Another interesting thing is the way Nikki Bedi presented S ('the actor, award-winning liquor maker and writer'- 36:00), roughly midway of the whole broadcast.

His dedicated segment begins at the 49:10 mark and lasts until the end, about 10 minutes in all. He was introduced by Huw Stevens: "Sam Heughan, it seems, would like anything but a quiet life", plus some cursory bio elements, mentioning his mother's influence on his own creativity, his breakthrough as JAMMF, but also TCND (Nikki Bedi watches it and 'apparently the third episode is the most steamy' 🤦‍♀️). 'He is also a philanthropist, businessman and thrill seeker, and of course, as mentioned earlier, has his own whisky and is a best-selling author'. Mentions his 'parents, characterful people, hippies, in the Seventies, with a love for Tolkien'. S: 'my mum would probably kill me if I called her a hippie' - also, 'she is not the best singer, but there was always music around'. Stevens mentions the Gandalf's Garden Soho hippie community both his parents were a part of before he was born, but S doesn't develop it. The rest (difficult childhood, loner, using his imagination sparked his creativity, etc) we know from Waypoints. The very Scottish concept of 'stravaigin'' comes along in the conversation, which is not exactly a drifter and a bit more than a wanderer (if I understood correctly) - perhaps a good title for a second personal memoir, S? I'll leave this idea float in here for free, heh. OL comes along then, and by far the most interesting thing he mentioned about it is that "it is my life, it's taken over my life', hoping it would sparkle at least some conversation in the comments' thread. OL 'has also been hugely beneficial for Scotland, increased tourism by 200% in some locations (...), and it's all down to the magic of Scotland'.

Next projects: exciting not to really know what is next, but 'I am also saying no to a lot, because I am in a place now where I think the next decision is really important (...). I enjoy being in control now (....), producing my own shows and you know, my own products. (...) once you take control of that creativity (....) there's a lot of freedom and yeah, we shall see'.

And then Huw Stevens makes a joke - but was it really a joke? it's the BBC, after all - and says that all four of the guests could contribute something to what 'could be the next generation of Bond', (S: 'the finest British production'). Cue in an anecdote about S being invited to present an event to Buckingham Palace and taking a cab to a pub, right afterwards. MPC and tomorrow's book signing at Saint Pancras station wrap off the show.

Quickly, my 50 cents on it: way, way better than expected and S always delivers when they ask no weird questions about his private life (hallelujah, maybe they listen to us, after all?). The question about the fear of each job being the last reminded me of one of his answers in a very early interview: 'your biggest fear? getting the sack'. This time, his answer, whatever he intended to say, got lost in the brouhaha, but I suspect not much has changed, essentially, even if the 'after OL' part of the show strives to tell a more optimistic story.

But the thing that impressed me the most and in a very good way is the attention he got from all the other people invited in that studio. Unlike the social nobodies of Tumblr, they did not find bizarre the fact that he created his own spirits business and is actively promoting it. They were far from judging him: in fact, I even think he made a new friend of David Gandy, who had quite positive and nice and honest things to say about him. S was articulate and graceful and very moving every single time he mentioned Chrissie. And I am also sure he would have loved to share more things, especially when David was lovingly talking about his wife and daughters. But he couldn't. And that is a shame. But this too, shall pass - The Boy is slowly learning to say no to a lot of things, as he just let us know. Probably the best news we've got from him in a good while.

And now, onwards to a particularly venomous Anon I am still pondering the answer to.

[emjayewrites]

Flashin’ Lights In A Midst of Darlin’ Nights (1/?)

A fated encounter in The City of Lights changed the lives of an actor and singer forever. And with those darlin’ nights comes even more delights.....

Synopsis: Will Poulter can count on his hands the amount of times he’s been rendered speechless, yet that was until he met singer-songwriter EmJaye. He soon finds himself speechless and dazzled every time he’s in her presence. For Mahalia-Joy, Will hooked her in with his quintessentially British banter. However, in this ruthless industry, a couple needs more to hold onto besides quick laughs and simple awe. 

Pairings: Will Poulter x EmJaye (Mahalia-Joy Washington)

Warnings: cursing, adult content, mentions of drugs/alcohol. (Rated 18+)

Taglist: @vargskelegore, @pocfansmatter, @afro-hispwriter, @user0292, @unfriendlyblkhotti3, @sarcasticmrfox , @blackpearlbutterfly, @melancholymelanin, @mochachocolatteyaya, @goldentriostan, @multi-culti-girl​ @chaneajoyyy​ 

A/N: I do not know Will or his family personally. This is solely fiction and any similarities are coincidental. EmJaye was previously mentioned in a Yahya fic, but her character arc is completely different/changed to fit this fic. I’m so excited to begin this! If interested/want to be tagged, please send me a DM. Enjoy the chapter. 

Paris, France  — Late June 2022

An upbeat French hip-hop song with a heavy bass echoed through the vast venue, simmering the cacophony of voices into a warm hum. With short, yet steady strides, EmJaye maneuvered through the horde of people until she found herself in the middle of the space.

Squinting, her eyes skimmed each placard and she immediately sat down once she found her seat. Sitting up straighter, she took a surreptitious glance at her phone before scanning the room.

Her doe-like eyes slowly swept their surroundings, stopping every so often for closer examination. Despite the sheer largeness of the space, to her, it had a lingering feeling of suffocation. The sun-filled room, with its show-stopping Baroque-styled windows and ornate furnishings, was filled to the brim with the who's who of the fashion and entertainment world.

Similar to EmJaye, the patrons were donned head-to-toe in various designs by Thom Browne. Although she’d coined herself as an extroverted introvert, the long-haul flight from New York to Paris placed her in the most dissatisfying jet lag. Her limbs were achy, her muscles tight, and her cheeks were swollen beyond relief from almost all of the common remedies.

She felt sluggish, annoyingly so, and regardless of her silent plea for a reprieve, she had to...

“Nice day, isn’t it?” an accented male voice pronounced, pulling EmJaye out of her inner thoughts unexpectedly and causing her to flinch. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

A Brit, huh?

The thought disappeared as soon as it arrived in her head once their eyes connected. His blue eyes were filled with concern and EmJaye quickly alleviated his worry with a kind half-smile and a duosyllabic utterance.

“S’okay”.

Returning the gesture, he gave her a lopsided grin of his own; an expression of gratitude.

A comforting silence fell between them, giving EmJaye the chance to study him closely. His dirty blonde hair was styled in a messy, yet attractive pompadour and a smattering of freckles covered the bridge of his nose.

Her invasive thoughts protruded her concentration, reminding her of his saccharine albeit dangerous grin, which caused her eyes to travel lower, tacitly appreciating how his toned body filled his khaki suit.

“Have you been to Paris before?” he spoke without warning, again reeling her back to reality, his expressive eyebrows drawing close together in intrigue.

“Uh...yes,” replied EmJaye with a slow nod and wide grin, eyes twinkling perhaps from a delightful memory or the sheer illuminance of the fluorescent lights overhead. “It’s one of my favorite cities.”

And Will couldn’t help but become transfixed by her gorgeous face and throaty voice.

Despite her outward bravado, upon closer inspection, she released a softness that enthralled him as much as her beauty. He deduced that she was akin to an onion — guarded on the outside, but when the layers are peeled, true vulnerability is revealed.

Her eyes were almost as round as her face, making her look younger than she probably was. Soft natural makeup complemented her blemish-free mahogany skin, delicate facial structure, and lush lips. She wore her raven hair in a curly updo with tendrils falling sensually into her face, which tempted him like no other to reach out a hand to tuck the lock of hair behind her ear.

To his surprise, Will managed to control himself from doing such sinful things by smoothing down his pants.

“Same. Paris has some great food spots. Really amazing bakeries too, if you’re into that sort of thing. I’m Will, by the way.”

Nerves got the best of him, which wasn’t that surprising, yet the awkwardness of his laugh accompanied by the seductive sound of hers instantly made him feel a lot better.

“EmJaye,” she shared.

A light bulb went off in Will’s head. “Oh! You’re a singer!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together in realization.

EmJaye’s forehead creased in confusion. His eagerness threw her off at first, yet she remained calm. “Yes. I tend to do that from time to time. And you?”

“Actor,” he said nonchalantly with a shrug.

EmJaye’s eyes squinted, her eyelids narrowing into thin slits as she tried to remember whether or not she saw his face on the big screen before. To be frank, if they weren’t on her list of favorite actors, which comprised mostly of Black and brown men and women then she probably never seen — rather paid attention to — him at all.

Until, suddenly, it hit her. “Hey, aren’t you that racist cop from Detroit?”

Will couldn’t help but let out a mirthless laugh at her statement as the color completely drained from his face.

“Uh...unfortunately yes. Kinda wish you remembered me from a different movie though.”

Mutual anguish clouded EmJaye’s features, and she placed a hand briefly on his knee, startling him. “Sorry,” she whispered, her apology undoubtedly spoken in double meaning.

“S’okay,” said Will, repeating her duosyllabic utterance from earlier, and pairing it with a pearly beam.

EmJaye let out a snort, much to her embarrassment, yet Will took it in stride.

“Is that the only movie you saw me in?” he wondered, his eyebrows furrowing in a combination of fear and worry. “Please don’t ruin my entire acting career by saying yes.”

EmJaye shook her head. “I mean, no...” Her answer sounded more like a question and Will inclined his head. “I don’t know, maybe?”

He covered his face with his hand, eyes gazing at her through the small spaces in between his fingers. “You’re killin’ me, girl,” groaned Will, flashing an attractive moue.

“For all intents and purposes, I am very picky about what I watch,” she countered. “And I’m sure you haven’t heard any of my songs.”

“Bullshit,” Will blatantly stated with a dramatic eye roll. “I know, for a fact,” he paused his tirade briefly to take out his iPhone from his suit jacket’s pocket, “that I have at least one of your songs on my Spotify playlist.”

“Oh, do you now?” she teased in an annoying high-pitched tone, earning a feigned shocked expression from Will. “Wanna make a bet?”

With eyes glimmering with mischief, Will’s wide, dopey smile could easily make the Cheshire Cat envious. “I’m intrigued. What’s your barter?”

“Dinner tonight,” she vocalized simply. “Loser pays for dinner tonight.”

Holy fuck, as if she couldn’t get any better. “At any place?” he questioned and EmJaye nodded, toying temptingly with a tendril of her hair. “Deal.”

His voice was gruff, practically a growl and it made her shiver in excitement.

Will extended a hand for her to shake and she took his hand, watching as her own disappeared into his much larger one. EmJaye felt an electric jolt at the contact, for which she quickly extricated her fingers to cut off the current.

She cleared her throat as she jerked her head in the direction of his phone. “Alright, let’s see.”

Will decided not to broach the subject, and he twiddled on his phone, leaning towards her to show her that he, in fact, had not one but two songs of hers on his Spotify playlist.

EmJaye let out a gasp. “You motherfucker.”

Throwing back his head, Will laughed as soon he heard her inhalation and shifted slightly to place his iPhone back in the safe constraints of his suit jacket's pocket.

"I told you," he added contemptuously once his laughter subsided.

EmJaye couldn't help but grimace at his boyishly handsome, yet annoying smug grin. Will was proud of himself, his wide chest puffed out as if he was a peacock.

She watched in a silent, borderline dissociative state for several beats as Will ran a hand through his hair, his mouth moving fast as he rambled absentmindedly about her music. EmJaye was so enraptured by Will's animated and attractive face that she was unable to pay attention to his rapid-fire questions.

"How do you learn to make beats and stuff? I always wondered how musicians do that," he queried, his eyebrows furrowing together in genuine pique interest.

And for what seems like the third time today, her bubble of random thoughts and distraction popped, eyes wide as she stared blankly at Will. "Huh?"

Will repeated his question, leaning forward to listen closely to her answer or perhaps to get closer to her. Whatever the reason may be, his long legs briefly brushed against hers, sending a tingle down her spine. He crossed his ankles in front of him and comfortably adjusted himself in his seat, his equally long arms now placed around the back of her chair.

For such a tall person, he was rather delicate; his movements were gentle and fluid, methodical in a way. EmJaye was pleased to discover that just as enraptured as she was in her thoughts, Will was just the same when speaking to someone — undoubtedly immersed with every fiber of his being.

"My father and uncles were in a band," revealed EmJaye as she fiddled with her necklace. Will's cerulean blue eyes glowed as if it was a quiet plea for her to continue. "My Uncle Jared mainly taught me about melodies and beats and all of that. He even sang background for some artists in the '80s and '90s."

At this, Will rested his chin on his palm. "Really? For whom?"

Shrugging, EmJaye let out a scoff. "You probably never heard of them. It was mainly R&B artists."

"I love R&B," he mused.

"Even '80s and '90s R&B?," EmJaye quipped, straightening in her seat. "Matter of fact, do you even have anything like that on your Spotify playlist?"

"I have a few." His pearly beam was back in full effect, eyes darkening again with mischief. Drawing nearer, he whispered: "I'm not that White."

That statement caught EmJaye off guard and she exploded in a fit of giggles. "Oh my goodness, Will!"

"What?" he says, holding up his palms in feigning innocence as he tried desperately to stifle his guffaws. Unsurprisingly, a couple of chuckles eventually escaped and they dissolved into a paroxysm of laughter, much to the chagrin of nearby patrons.

"You made it seem as if I had no idea what you're talking about," he finally added after their laughter faded. "So like TLC and Boyz II Men, right?"

"Yes!" piped Emjaye in relief. "New Edition? Jodeci?"

"Yup, yup," nodded Will.

"Yeah, that's my Uncle Jared. After that, he tried to settle into 'normal life'," she paused to dramatically add air quotes and an eye roll, "but the music industry was his life. He somehow found his way to working in A&R for a few record labels, touring around the country for the 'Next Big Thing'".

"And I'm guessing that he found you?" wondered Will.

"Yeah", she answered with a shaky breath. "Uncle Jared always knew that I could sing and enjoy music, but I wanted to become a writer. Music was something of a pipe dream, yet here I am."

Will noticed the subtle shift in her expression. Her face dulled, her shoulders sagging, her arms hugging herself protectively, and her foot began to tap the floor in a nervous fidget.

He knew those signs of anxiety all too well. Hell, in many instances, he mirrored EmJaye. In just a short amount of time of knowing her, he could easily deduce that they were cut from the same cloth.

Empathetically, sadness clouded his features and he placed a comforting hand on her knee. "Are you okay?"

Those simple three words echoed in EmJaye's mind. He was too polite and well-mannered; far from what she was accustomed to from the opposite sex. People rarely ask if she was doing okay anymore and yet this stranger had her on the verge of tears.

I'm such a wuss, she thought. I can barely keep it together.

She pursed her pouty lips. "I'm going to be. The price of fame just doesn't agree with me."

"I can relate," he told her sincerely, forehead creasing. "Pardon me for asking, but is this something that you truly wanted?"

"It is, but I hate what comes with it," EmJaye chuckled bitterly. "The stalking, the paparazzi, using aliases to order food or get hotel rooms because someone might leak it to TMZ. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for the experience to perform with artists that I admire or collaborating with them and finally being recognized for all the blood, sweat, and tears I put into my work. I love my fans too, yet at times, I feel like I'm constantly on the go."

"I understand," said Will. "Do you have any breaks coming up? Maybe time to relax and decompress?"

Almost immediately, her face lit up, which made Will equally as happy. "I'm working on my second album, so I have about seven months of downtime. Well, it's not downtime, but I have more free reign. Not as many appearances either. It was kind of a blessing to win a Grammy this year; my team is too busy celebrating the success to worry about making sure I'm getting exposure."

"And congrats by the way," drawled Will, which earned him a perplexed stare from EmJaye. "The Grammy?"

Her daftness made her want to die right there on the spot. "Sorry about that," she said as she massaged her temples. "The jet lag is killing me. I literally got here about three hours ago. I'm a bit slow at the moment."

"No worries." Will shrugged it off effortlessly with a smirk. "I get like that too without my cup of coffee."

Unexpectedly, the lights dimmed and EmJaye jolted at the shock of it all. As if on cue, everyone became eerily silent, shifting their focus to the catwalk. An overhead spotlight turned on, centering on a lone model that stood at the beginning of the runway. A slow, rich rhythm began to play as the model made his way down the runway in succinct strides. Poker-faced with a clenched jaw, he stood still as the many cameramen flooded around the stage to take endless photos. The model remained stoic despite the camera flashes and EmJaye wondered how he could possibly stand there without blinking.

Surely, he must be blinded by the lights?

The fashion show carried on without a hitch. Throughout the show, she felt Will loom closer to her and he whispered every so often about which designs he liked best.

Her heart pounded like a drum each time his breath tickled the skin at the swell of her ear. The booming was incessant and furious, akin to a hummingbird's wings. His deep baritone triggered a primal reaction within her; she felt hot and as though she could combust at any moment.

EmJaye had no idea why she was feeling like this, but there was something about Will that made her feel like a lovestruck teenager.                                                         _______________________________________________

Paris Fashion Week always made EmJaye feel like she was herded cattle. Ushered from one show to the next, EmJaye could barely keep up with what was happening. Fortunately for her, today has been easy with just Thom Browne's show to attend, and once it was over, she made a haste exit, with Will in tow of course. As predicted, the evasive paparazzi waited outside, capturing picture after picture of herself and Will, ever the well-mannered gentleman, extended an arm and graciously escorted her down the flight of stairs. Without a doubt, the photos will be sold to the highest bidder, which was usually a salacious tabloid readying for their next click-bait rumor mill article.

"EmJaye! Will! Are you two dating or just friends?!" one shouted at them, making her suck her teeth.

"EmJaye, how does it feel to be dating Marvel's Golden Boy?" another heckled.

"Fucking vultures," she hissed under her breath as she hopped into her waiting black SUV. Will followed suit, thanking her chauffeur as he closed the door behind them.

The car sped off in the direction of her hotel and the ride was still at first, without a single utterance between them. That time allowed EmJaye to gather her bearings and literally let her hair down.

Will spotted her moving figure from his peripheral vision and his eyes darted over to her, watching as her hands raked through her naturally thick hair, her springy coils dancing against the soft skin of her clavicle. Mouth now slightly agape, he studied her with an unwavering focus; eyes glossing over in awe as the sun hit her brown skin in the most astounding, angelic manner known to man.

"Any ideas on where to go for dinner?"

He blinked slowly as he came out of his trance. "Um....yeah, I know this great Thai place near the Eiffel."

"Ooh," she moaned almost wantonly. "I love Thai. Is it Sawadee?"

"Yeah," chuckled Will, his eyes boring into her deeply as if he was looking directly at her soul. "Have you been there before?"

"A few times," admitted EmJaye. "The family that runs it are good people and the food is always top-notch."

Will, a self-professed foodie, nodded in agreement as she described her favorite restaurant meals. He noted that she was more at ease with both him and herself than at the fashion show. She was more secure, solvent, and knew what she wanted.

The car ventured closer to her hotel, and it was then that Will realized that he somehow found his way back to his hotel. Without warning, he averted his gaze to glance out the window to confirm his location.

"Huh, well that's convenient," he says as the car parked at the curb. Her pair of doe-like brown eyes fused with his tempting baby blues. "It seems as though I've found my way back to my hotel too."

EmJaye chuckled softly. "Bullshit. Don't tell me that we're staying in the same hotel?"

"Nah," Will responded as he shook his head. "I'm in the one across the street."

Utterly bewildered, EmJaye took the chance to stare out the window herself. Her eyes darted to her hotel first then across the street to take a look at Will's. "Interesting."

"I know," he said lowly. "I'll make a reservation at Sawadee and I'll meet you out here in about an hour and a half. Sounds good?"

"Yeah." Her lips parted in a warm smile. "It's a date."                                                               _______________________________________________

It's a date....it's a date....it's a date

Complemented by the rich timbre of her throaty voice, EmJaye's sensual smile could bring a man to his knees.

And my anxious, socially awkward arse is having a date with her? thought Will in complete disbelief.

Admittedly, he was at an unbelievable stage in his life. With landing a role in the Marvel Cinematic Universe and now being at the mercy of thirst tweets, suffice to say, Will was having some difficulty adjusting to the unwanted attention, especially since he was no longer being ridiculed for his looks. And now, here he was on the cusp of having a first date with one of the most sought-after R&B/Pop artists.

What the fuck was his life?

This will be the time when his close friend and fellow actor, Florence Pugh, would joke that he perhaps girl-bossed a bit too high, or whatever the male version may be. Or maybe he was just a lucky son of a bitch?

Will nodded at the latter option. He was wrapped up in his head, erratic thoughts plaguing his brain, so he started to pace the length of his hotel room. He could barely piece together the memory of entering his hotel, let alone leaving EmJaye's car, and he was surprised that he didn't knock anyone over in his haste. The last thing Will wanted was to act like a complete dipshit around her, and he silently gave himself a pat on the back for doing well thus far.

The question was, however: did he even want to be in a relationship?

Although none of his friends, especially the guys, would openly admit that they enjoy being single, Will had comfort in being left alone to his own devices. Of course, there was a lack of physical and emotional intimacy, yet as he slowly began to learn, there was nothing wrong with being alone. Now, as he approached being thirty years of age, his past relationships and countless sessions with his therapist had taught him to enjoy the little things in life, which has been a previously difficult thing to do. His mental struggles gnawed at him when he was younger, but he now feels refreshed and content in his being. Truth be told, some days are harder than others, which is expected, and Will continues to take it day by day.

Despite this, Will had a desire to get to know EmJaye better. She intrigued him and he found himself hanging onto her every word. Being in a relationship with her may still be out of range or maybe completely off the table, but there wasn't no harm in being just friends, right?

The shrill ringtone of his iPhone snapped him out of his reverie and therefore ceased his pacing. Taking it out, Will immediately accepted the call once he noticed that his best friend, Kola Bokinni, was ringing him.

"Wassup, mate? How's London?" Will greeted, yet Kola had other plans and ignored him.

"Yo, man, why you kept dating that EmJaye singer a secret?" queried Kola in jest.

"Kola, what the fuck are you talking about?" Will was clueless in regards to what his best friend was referring to. "I just met her today at the Thom Browne show."

"Oh," his friend exhaled in fascination. "How was that? Your fit looked sick, man."

Will couldn't help but chuckle at how easily Kola got distracted. "Thanks, mate, but what's all this about me dating EmJaye?"

Putting the call on speaker, Will sat on his hotel bed and tinkered with his phone, listening carefully as Kola vented about paparazzi and rumors.

"They're fuckin' loons, mate, I tell you," Kola complained, earning a mumble of agreement from Will, who was too focused on reserving a table for tonight's date instead of his friend. "Like bro, they out here talkin' about you smashin' her since last year, which is far from the truth."

Well, that got Will's attention. "Wait, what?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "I met her today, like for the first time."

"I know!" Kola exclaimed. "They said that you liked a post on her Instagram and now you've been smashin' her for almost a year. The Daily Mail is wildin'."

Will stared blankly as he searched in his memory to determine if he liked a post of hers on Instagram. The only logical reason was last year's World Mental Health Day and that was because he followed those types of organizations and social media tags. He could remember it clearly now; EmJaye is an ambassador for a nonprofit that focuses on mental health and she was in a campaign for them. Since he doesn't follow that many people on social media, that had to be the instance The Daily Mail was referring to. As ridiculous as this conversation was, it brought up yet another thing he and EmJaye had in common: activism. His attraction to her was enhanced by knowing she was equally passionate about mental health advocacy as he was.

Blowing out an exasperated breath, Will shoved his hair back away from his face and studied his surroundings. When he caught a glance at the clock on the wall, he muttered a curse.

"You alright there?" asked Kola, his voice full of concern and worry.

"Yeah," replied Will quickly. "Coincidently, I have a date with EmJaye and I have about fifteen minutes to get ready to meet her. I have to call you back, mate, sorry."

"You sneaky fucker," teased his best friend, causing Will to laugh. "You scored a fuckin' date after just meeting the girl? Damn, new year new Will, yeah? Alright bro, I'll let you go but you have to promise to ring me once it's over, okay?"

Will's face scrunched up, his nose crinkled in astonishment. "What, Kola, so we can cackle and gossip like schoolgirls?"

"Fuck, yeah," Kola countered with a laugh. "I know you don't usually kiss and tell, but you have to this time. That girl is too bad for you to be a chickenshit and not make a move."

"Kola, you're thinking with your dick," he drawled in a joking manner.

"And you are too."

His best friend's rejoinder made Will's jaw drop and before he could say anything back, the line went dead.

That sonofabitch. Kola was truly something else.

Will jumped off his bed to make a beeline for the adjoining bathroom, removing articles of clothing as quickly as he could to take a quick shower. He scrubbed the afternoon's dirt off his body, submerging himself in as many soap suds as was humanly possible. Afterward, he rinsed himself and repeated the process once more before exiting the shower with a towel haphazardly wrapped around his waist. He was grateful that his assistant unpacked most of his belongings earlier that morning and he found an outfit to wear, which consisted of a black T-shirt with matching ripped jeans and a pair of Nike x Travis Scott's Air Max.

Dousing himself with deodorant and Jo Malone cologne, Will took yet another glance at the clock and exhaled a held breath. With five minutes to spare, he grabbed his essentials — keycard, phone, and wallet — before heading downstairs to meet EmJaye.

Will became transfixed by the goddess that stood across the street. Her shoulder-length curly hair held tight corkscrews that framed her round face. With mahogany skin that shimmered beneath the hotel awning's lights, EmJaye wore a yellow mini-dress that boded quite well with her womanly assets. 

Her back was to him and when he called out to her, she turned to his direction with yet another one of those sensual smiles.

"Hi, Will," greeted EmJaye in that sexy throaty voice of hers.

He glanced at her with such profound fondness and awe. He was speechless in every aspect one could think of. His mouth fell open, causing her to bite her lower lip nervously.

"Holy shit, you look amazing," Will admired, completely stunned.

"Thanks." She shifted from one foot to the other, swinging her bag to and fro. It was another of her many nervous ticks and Will took notice, offering her a comforting arm.

"You ready to go?" he asks in a low baritone that made her entire being ache in anticipation and need.

She took his arm graciously, clinging on as if it was her lifeline. "Yes."

His mouth twisted into a lopsided grin. "Let's head to dinner then."

Draping the city in a casting white glow, the crescent moon illuminated the sky overhead, giving the couple the perfect backdrop as they meandered down the busy Parisian streets to the restaurant close by. 

As they walked, a few male onlookers slowed their pace to take furtive glances at EmJaye's long legs, and at that moment, a twinge of pride and protectiveness overtook Will.

Yes, he thought snidely as he glowered at them, she's all mine.

That revelation made him a tad bothered; just an hour ago he was very keen on being strictly platonic.

So much for only being friends. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

[thinkingimages]

Posted by Kimberly Randall on August 6, 2019

This group of lace doilies and inserts were produced in 1922 by the Wiener Werkstätte under the direction of Dagobert Peche (Austrian, 1887–1923). All four are handmade, but were produced in multiples as both the round doilies and square insert with a male figure are remarkably similar to ones found in the collection at MAK in Vienna. Even in multiples, each was the result of good design made by the hands of skilled craft workers. They were made and often purchased in matching and coordinating sets, and the designs could be reused over time. As an organization of designers and craftspeople, the Wiener Werkstätte modeled their production on an Arts and Crafts ideal: to achieve their goal of making available to the public well-designed goods of superior craftsmanship.

The textile department at the Wiener Werkstätte first began producing lace after 1911. Their early lace designs were fine and delicate and largely favored abstracted rectilinear designs punctuated by isolated floral motifs. Under Dagobert Peche, lace designs shifted in favor of a large open mesh made with heavier threads. Designs became more figurative and exuberant, favoring a baroque Austrian style that depicted fashionably dressed men and women in a variety of expressive poses as well as mythic and symbolic figures such as stags, peacocks and cherubs. Under Peche, women designers became more prominent, and with this acquisition, two pieces of lace by Anny Schröder-Ehrenfels (Austrian, 1898–1972) are added to the collection.

For more information about the lace and embroidery of the Wiener Werkstätte, see The Unknown Wiener Werkstätte Embroidery and Lace: 1906 to 1930, by Christoph Thun-Hohenstein and Angela Völker.

Kimberly Randall is the Collections Manager for the Textiles Department

[ladyspottedray]

"Clothing really does make the man, don't you agree?"

Honoré Saint-Bellerose is an electro catalyst user and a fashion designer and historian/scholar from Fontaine. His creative mixing of past trends has led to him being a common name in the Fontaine fashion circles. He has exceedingly high standards and demands quality from everything he does.

Design notes/rambling under the cut!

Finally getting around to doing splash art of my Genshin ocs! Honoré was one of my first (despite Fontaine not even being out at the time lol).

He was designed with the French 18th-century Rococo style in mind, as most of the Fontaine npc characters at the time seemed to take most inspiration from the 19th century Belle Époque style. He does have some elements of older and younger periods, such as his coat embroidery being more French Baroque styled while his boots take inspiration from 1910s spectator Oxfords. Also I couldn't stand the stupid breeches from the Rococo and gave him pants, though his boots work to create a similar silhouette.

Of course now that the playable characters are out and also have Rococo elements, he doesn't really have that "antique" air about him anymore, but you can pry the cravats and lace out of my cold dead hands.

Honoré is also impossible to pose for splash art, so for this particular drawing I gave up and said "fuck it he's doing fancy fashion standing." Most of the composition movement had to come from his coat and the background, which gave me no small amount of grief.

Honoré would use the smaller male Genshin model and his attacks are themed around spectral scissors, needles/pins, and thread, all crackling with electro energy.

He is quite strict and professional when it comes to his work, though outside of it he is more relaxed and affable, perhaps even a bit shy. The only time he does not conduct himself with poise and politeness is when he's around people he finds personally attractive, where he becomes a hot mess.

[gesamkuns-twerk]

Me talk: every few years I will find something that becomes my favorite thing in the world. In 2019 it was The Umbrella Academy which is why I started this blog in the first place. The fandom was fun at first but then a lot of the funny people left after S2 and the discourse got mean.

The Bigtop Burger fandom is absolutely delightful. We have fashion history nerds, silent movie nerds, and generally creative and very funny people here. I don’t know what it is about BTB that latched onto my brain like a horny male anglerfish (besides being funny, original, filled with talent and great music).

The thing about these two things is that they are not in line with my personal aesthetics at all. I’m very attracted to baroque, historical, gothic, and macabre, but also funny. “Poor Things” is exemplary of my tastes and I loved it, but it doesn’t have the sway over me that BTB has.

BTB has elements of the macabre and baroque for sure, but it’s completely its own thing. Maybe that’s why it’s so captivating.

[lady-lauren]

Match Ups are always so much fun!! It's been a while since I saw one. Omg, I hope you don't mind me participating (English is not my first language, and writing in English is my weakness 🥲 so I apologize for any mistakes!) - My sun sign is Leo (I think we both are leo? O: I think I read it on your blog once some time ago but I could be wrong) Moon Gemini and Rising Virgo - My love language is gift-giving and physical touch - I'm not 100% sure what my exact aesthetic is, I think is a combination of Vintage (mostly 50s and 80s), Baroque and Ghibli. Kind of like "old fashion and history with colors and fun" - Hobbies: I have a big passion and appreciation for the arts (writing, painting, dancing, theater, fashion, cinema, etc) and I'm actually an illustrator! I mostly watch animated movies/series because I have a deep love for animation. I really enjoy fashion, and I'm looking for sewing classes to make my own clothing (I really like vintage-inspired, more specifically 50s and 60s because those are colorful with fun silhouettes). I love the topics of history, sociology, and culture and watch video essays and mini-documentaries about those topics (like the ones that talk about fandom culture, those are really cool!). -Misc: I don't consider myself smart, I am just very noisy and like to know stuff lol Also I've always been single (I was very shy growing up) so I'm not exactly 100% sure about my type of lover, I am open to any character! About my appearance, I am 5'1 with light brown skin, an aquiline nose, a long oval face, small eyes and mouth, dark brown eyes, and short, wavy, and black/brown hair (I dyed it brown but originally black). - I prefer a male character to be paired with! - I would enjoy some nsfw funnies 🙏🏼🛐 Thank you so so much!!! 🎊🎉

You mentioned history and my immediate thought went to: Dracula Mihawk, a man out of time.

He would adore your aesthetic of old fashion with colors and fun; it's honestly pretty close to his own. Mihawk is mature and bit stoic, but he's been shown to be very loyal, caring, and can crack a smile when it feels right.

He seems the type to also be fascinated by history, sociology, and the arts. He would be a collector, a man fascinated with how humans work and the beauties of life. He would be just as nosy as you, though, and he would love to peel apart your layers piece by piece and learn you so intimately.

Gift giving would also be his love language. Mihawk can be a man of few words at time, and he would cherish anything you got him and he would constantly be on the look out for unique things to gift to you. As a warlord he has connections; he'd find historical pieces, rare art, even gems to put in your hands and watch with curious fascination as you sorted through the history of what he's brought you.

Mihawk is a patient man. He could sit and listen to you talk about your passions for hours, he could take his time to learn who you are and what you love. There's no rush with him. He would happily dedicate all the time he could to letting you both learn about your love together.

[inlovewithregencyera]

Would you consider making georgian and victorian cc? Or maybe if you could more male clothing since I barely find any of those eras. I really like your cc style, it’s very pretty!!! Thanks for making so many beautiful pieces. 🫶🏻

hiii! thank you so much, and yes, eventually I am going to make Victorian cc. I make things I find useful for my Sims story which is currently in 1818 but there are flashbacks and I needed cc for that (hence Baroque stuff, 1790s, and my next set I'll release which will be 1720s-1740s themed). I'm currently not making male cc for the rest of the 1810s, as I feel like the stuff already released can cover 1818 and 1819 for me. when I get to the end of December 1819 I'm going to take a break and make all 1820s cc I find useful. I will repeat this process with every decade, so in December of 1829 I'll make all 1830s cc I find useful and etc. Eventually, I will get to the Victorian era, but for now, I just make things I find useful. On Pinterest, I have fashion plates organized by year from the 1800s to the 1880s so far and I take cc inspo from them (this is just an excuse to show my unhinged obsession with Pinterest)

[kiigan]

character document for my modern/ arts & music verse [more info: here]

⇾ basics name: Uchiha, Itachi nicknames: Tachi birthday: June 9th age: thread dependent - generally in his early-mid 20s gender: cis male pronouns: he/him/his orientation: pansexual, demiromantic education: thread dependent - generally finished university and has a degree in medicine profession: thread dependent - generally a freelance fashion designer + bass player in the band with his brother and cousin(s) drink/ smoke/ drugs: socially/ no/ socially, very rarely religion: atheist political affiliation: left-wing, usually votes for green parties zodiac sign: gemini MBTI: INFJ, the Advocate  moral alignment: neutral good

⇾ physical traits height: thread dependent; as an adult it's 178cm/ 5'10'' weight: thread dependent; as an adult it's 58kg/ 128lbs blood type: AB eye color: black hair color/type: black, straight, usually around shoulder-length; style can vary wildly when it comes to performing on stage or other public events tattoos: none piercings: three on his left ear, one on his right ear noticeable traits: Japanese features (by real-world standards), androgynous features, slim/slender body complexion, long eyelashes physical health: microscopic polyangiitis (more info: here), myopia (alternates between wearing glasses and contacts)

⇾ psychological traits positive traits: reliable, selfless, compassionate, intelligent, loyal, protective, determined, resilient, resourceful, creative negative traits: stubborn, can be condescending, can be arrogant, can be overprotective, can be inflexible, can be incredibly sassy noticeable traits: possesses an eidetic memory and is able to recall with great accuracy, in great detail, and without effort, information that was previously experienced fears/phobias: failure addictions: caffeine mental health: extreme perfectionism, pathological need for control, subclinical obsessive-compulsive disorder

⇾ preferences food habits: vegetarian, mostly because he dislikes the taste of meat favorite food: salads, anything with fruit in it favorite dessert: dango, especially the tri-colored version favorite drink: any flavor of tea, coffee, champagne favorite color: blue favorite season: autumn/fall favorite animal: crow, komodo dragon, great white shark favorite flower: red asiatic lily favorite smell: gasoline favorite sound: Sasuke's laughter, water flowing, wind chimes favorite music instrument: bass guitar, violin, piano favorite music genre: symphonic rock/metal, baroque favorite hobbies: reading, spending time with Sasuke, composing/playing music, writing lyrics, fashion design, meditating, practicing yoga, writing lists about pretty much anything, proving people wrong when challenged

⇾ general background Itachi grew up under huge expectations from his parents to succeed, which turned him into an overachiever from a very young age. At the same time, he was always very mature and independent for his age, and often was the one watching over his little brother, Sasuke. Eventually, the family's elder cousin, Madara (super-duper VIP actor), took it upon himself to raise the kids and basically became their main caregiver. Under Madara's positive influence, Itachi slowly learned to start undoing the pressure to be perfect he'd always lived under, and how to start becoming his own person beyond what family expected of him.

Deciding to finish his medical degree, he nonetheless grew uninterested in becoming an actual doctor and began exploring other activities that used to be hobbies only. Namely, along with Sasuke and their cousin Obito, they started a band that quickly grew from Youtube phenomenon to actual striking success. Another passion is fashion and, concretely, fashion design - a dream come true was to eventually come up with his own brand. While still learning about himself and slowly deconstructing a lot of lingering issues, Itachi now leads a much more tranquil life and finally feels as though he's found his place in the world.

⇾ some fun facts

Is 100% the mom friend.

Very talented with string instruments in general, but he specializes in bass guitar, violin, and piano.

Eyeliner god.

Loves pastel-colored nail polish.

Will demolish you in video games.

Prefers pizza without pineapple but is totally that person who'll tell you that, if you don't want fruit in your pizza, you shouldn't have tomatoes there either.

Actually has a good voice but is super shy about singing.

His wardrobe is a thrift shop, you can find in there anything from a three-piece suit to ripped jeans to yoga pants to vintage hats to leather jackets, that he mixes and matches according to the day's mood.

Will go out of his way to pet cats and dogs.

Will gladly cook for you and always uses fresh & organic ingredients.

Is half-blind without his glasses/contacts on.

Big fan of spa days.

His lyrics range from incredibly meaningful and touching to an amalgamation of metaphors and purple prose that has fans wondering what drugs was he on while writing.

Loves children.

Loves animals.

Loves to have the last word in arguments and can get incredibly petty about it.

Would eat only sweets and candy if he could.

Super-duper good listener and will always have a snuggly hug to give.

Loves to snuggle actually.

Needs absolute darkness to sleep and is a very light sleeper.

Will unapologetically correct you if you use bad grammar or say unscientific facts.

Big astronomy nerd and loves to moongaze/stargaze.

Big nerd in general.

[somethingwithmoles]

Louis Dorigny (attributed to), Self-Portrait, between 1712 and 1730, oil on canvas, 92 x 77 cm, Museo Civico di Palazzo Chiericati, Vicenza

[acrossthewavesoftime]

Dear @sanguinarysanguinity, I received your questions for the ask game, but Tumblr was being mean about letting me post my full reply, so I will try again in this format:

7. Favourite historical dressing, uniform, or costume?

Hm, there are several eras of (fashion-)history that appeal to me. For men's fashion, I think the mid- to later 18th century is particularly pleasing to the eye (think 1750s to late 1780s). As for women's fashion, I have similar sentiments, with an added love for later 15th century Burgundian fashion and baroque court gowns of the late 17th/early 18th century.

A particular type of clothes that I find interesting is the riding habit, and how for the longest time, it was styled similarly to menswear. Not only do I simply like the look, I enjoy reading about how people, especially men, reacted to these outfits. Some genuinely felt threatened or offended by women donning clothes cut in a similar fashion to and inspired by male attire (and in cases of the late 17th/early 18th century, also men's wigs). I am fascinated by them, and the societal implications of (upper class, it has to be said) women adapting men's clothes to a) functional sportswear and b) a fashion statement that ruffled quite a few conservative feathers and pushed the boundaries of strictly gendered clothing.

Different eras (1670s and c. later 1770s- early 1780s), but these are both looks.

The sitter is quite famous and has featured a couple of times on my blog; though with the hint of skirts showing below the broad-brimmed, plumed hat cut off, it suddenly grows way harder to tell at first glance whether the person in the allonge wig and lace jabot is a man or a woman.

I do however sometimes dress up as a regency lady, so there's that, too. Not my all-time favourite era of (sartorial) history, but one that it was easy getting into costuming and finding events for even as a beginner.

8. What is the last thing you have read, listened to, or spoken of with historical reference?

I read a slew of ads on used book sites to finally get my hand on 1910s physical copies of Marjorie Bowen's William of Orange triology. Not very popular around these parts, it seems, alas.

I have also tried and failed to get my hands on D. K. Broster's Jacobite triology, with a similar success rate.

9. Favourite historical film?

Depending on the mood, it's either Master and Commander, or Persuasion (the 1995 film; we don't talk about the most recent adaption). Both stand out to me for the attempt at realism in trying to depict the period, the story, and great set and casting. I do however also love the not as historically faithful Le Roi Danse, which is one of my go-to comfort movies, and Das Boot (1981, not the soulless 2018 series), which will always hold a special place in my heart for having been the first piece of media set in a historical context that I recall having consumed, and which I suspect was the gateway to an interest in naval warfare that at last led me to where I am now- having an almost forgotten admiral of the American Revolutionary War as my blog icon (sorry to everyone who thought that's me! ;)).

[fourseasonsfigs]

Fig Fashion Week - LV Blue Ice Jun

We continue our high-style event with Gong Jun looking regal at the Louis Vuitton Aranya Men's Show on September 16, 2022.

This seriously seems like yesterday! The inspiration for this fig is so good - through sheer willpower I'll keep myself from using all my 30 pic slots with photos from this event. That being said, I'll start off with the fig maker's own inspiration photo:

His legs look a mile long, don't they?? Alright, just a few more...

Did you notice the shimmery blue insect in his hair? It's not a fashion piece, it's just nature's jewelry.

Ok just one more...

No wait, we need a black and white pic to show off his immaculate face:

Alright, I realized it would be criminal (criminal!) not to include some of Realge's pics, he takes the best pictures...

Ok ok, that's it for pics. We now just have a video, since this is very relevant for one of the others posts coming up this week...

Oh ho ho! Gong Jun admiring this fancy green explosion of color!

Stay tuned for that later! Today is this gorgeous blue number:

The details on this fig! His hairstyle is gorgeous (can I just say, I'm so glad they've figured out that volume is key on Junjun's hair, his hair has been nothing but fantastic recently!) - all sideswept and full of volume at the crown of his head. His supermodel stare. His Wen Kexing hand behind his back (I can't help but call it that!). The details of the print on the LV t-shirt. The fantastic detail on the jacket, and of course all the ombre blue. The angles on the wrinkles on his jeans! His shoes! These are indeed very specific, very beautiful white leather LV boots. So great.

Gah his hair looks fantastic here in fig form! Kudos kudos kudos to this fig maker, they just absolutely nailed it. Look at all the 3-D dimension on his jacket! The little flip up there on the bottom of his jean jacket as he very elegantly tucks his hand behind his back.

I really love it when fig makers put the ear mole on these figs. Just a wonderful little touch. I also really like all the folds the fig maker did on the fabric on this whole outfit. You really get a sense of the stiffness and structure of the material.

Look at those boots! Let me dig them up from the LV site...

Oh wow, that's incredible. The LV Baroque Ranger Boot. I think I'm in love. It's only pictured in black right now on their site (and is unavailable), but it's gorgeous. It's like, well, a very baroque Doc Martens. I like black! Does it...come in women's sizes?

Nope. Ah well. Moving on!

This Wen Kexing pose takes some time to get used to, I must say. I tried strolling around the beach like this last fall, and it is not a normal position for my shoulder to be at. Normal is more hunched over my computer typing away at work. I realized I could really stand to walk around with either or both hands (or switching off!) behind my back, frankly. It's a good chest opener, as my Pilates instructor would say.

This is a perfect angle to see the GJ initials instead of the LV logo on his jacket back.

Those boots look really small from this angle. Small but sturdy! He actually balances very well on those very fancy feet.

He certainly is cute a cold male god! Gosh he looks great.

These fine, fine boots, and a great angle to see the folds on his jeans.

More little details (I really do like these boots!). May I just say how much I like Junjun in white and blue. He's spectacularly beautiful in any color and any most prints (this is where my BFF reminds me of Junjun in the 361 red rabbit inspired pattern sweater, which we have to agree not even Junjun can save), but I have to say I particularly like him in these colors. It's just so crisp and clean.

(And pink! I do like him in pink.)

That glorious swoop of hair is indeed spectacular. A+ Junjun hair modeling!

This box card and the art on the box is extremely beautiful. You can tell it's the same fig maker that does all the wonderful JZEU figs because she always has gorgeous boxes.

Come back tomorrow for the blue-and-white matching Zhehan!

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 332

Scene Count: 24

Rating: He certainly is cute a cold male god!

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