#most of these pieces are from the met online gallery

[micamicster]

Bruce Springsteen's third album BORN TO RUN as Penguin Classics (inspo): Odilon Redon / Romere Bearden / Max Regot Selling Company / Lewis Hine / Ulpiano Checa / Edgar Degas / Thomas Cole / El Greco

[mrs-snape5984]

“It’s true! Look, how they shine for you…”

“Look, how they shine for you, and all the things that you do…” (“Yellow” by Coldplay)

Today, I want to share a personal story with you…something, I’ve experienced about two weeks ago.

As some of you might know, I’m living in my very own Snape-museum-like chamber, which is dedicated to my beloved Severus and the Wizarding World in general. Since I’m suffering from this cruel disease ME/CFS, I’m not capable of leaving the darkness and solitude of my room anymore. So, surrounding myself with my already 21 years lasting passion for Severus in memorabilia and artworks, is my way of coping with my loneliness and my sadness. Every single piece of my collection is like a patch of consolation…sewed together into a huge comfort blanket, which embraces me to soothe my troubled heart.

For this reason, I get notifications, whenever someone offers another rare item of Severus Snape online. This time, I found an extremely interesting and beautiful sideboard, which was skilfully painted and decorated. Unfortunately, this object was 600 kilometres away from my home, so I couldn’t ask anyone, if they could pick it up for me. Despite the fact, that I wouldn’t be able to buy this cabinet, I contacted the owner of it with the only intention to congratulate her for her beautiful design of this unique piece of furniture….and suddenly, we found ourselves in a nice chat about Severus Snape and his meaning for us.

She showed me a delicate pencil drawing of Severus, which she had made and I was immediately in love with it. After presenting her my own art collection on my walls, she offered me her drawing as a present. And now, I’m allowed to share it with you all! Thank you, J. Holdman, for your act of pure kindness and compassion. You’re an incredibly empathetic and thoughtful person and I’m grateful for meeting you online.

Commissioning artworks has become my favourite coping mechanism, even though it’s currently more difficult for me, since my savings are shrinking and my regular income isn’t paid anymore, due to my disability. I feel bad, that I can’t add every single drawing to my walls, but my room isn’t very big (and some of them would also be inappropriate for my children’s eyes 😏). Sadly, I’m struggling a lot with the acceptance of daylight and illumination, lately. But once a day, I’m switching on a little lamplight to enjoy my art gallery for some minutes (by wearing sunglasses).

My beloved friend Miri helped me again to rearrange my whole gallery. You’re invited to grab a piece of my joy by having a glimpse at my collection. Please feel free to enjoy these masterpieces of art! Most of them are drawings of Severus and my, indeed, very self-inserted OC Jules! 🥹

Credits for these mesmerising pieces of art in my room go out to (there’s no order, I’m going through my gallery, whilst I’m writing this):

J. Holdman

My bestie Miri H.

@madfantasy

@mmad-lover

@turpinsimp-blog

@snake-queen7

@alinearthp

@dranna

@sleepybradipo

@capysnapeart

@hannisimp

@opalchalice

@pinklovecharm

You all…and all the other artists of Snapedom, I’ve already commissioned, but also all those other persons, I’ve met here on tumblr, are my lights in this dark time…my stars…my yellow! There are no words to express my gratitude…so I just leave it like that. Thank you. ✨

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[klqrambles]

If I were to make a modern tPoDG adaptation (from a person hyperfixated on it)

Dorian: extremely sheltered child due to his upbringing by Lord Kelso who is a person stuck (ironically) in the victorian era. He was not allowed to socialize with other children and not allowed access to the internet until like 18. Kelso sent him to a strict Catholic private school were Dorian was likely ostracized due to his birth being from elopement though not straight up bullied due to the children’s fear of Lord Kelso. It was only once Lord Kelso died that Dorian was able to start socializing. Likely had an interest in/appreciation for art due to various pieces being in Lord Kelso’s house.

Basil: relatively successful painter. He mostly focuses on gallery/portrait work and as such does not have a large online presence. Largely closeted gay man due to having a lot of clients who may not be the most accepting. Meets Dorian at a gallery showcase.

Henry: armchair philosopher though he does also have a masters in philosophy. He’s very much a reddit troll but he does Not consider himself an “influencer”. He makes dumb pseudo-philosophical videos on Youtube to instigate fights in the comments. Would have met Dorian at Basil’s studio and said his normal dumb shit not realizing Dorian was very influenceable due to his upraising.

Sibyl: an up and coming theater actress. She hopes to join larger companies someday but is focusing on improving her craft on a local level. Dorian met her after a production of Hamlet when she came out to greet the audience.

James: 2 options: went on a study abroad or got a job abroad. Couldn’t come back after Sibyl’s death due to financial troubles.

Victoria: married to Henry due to familial pressures. The two mutually agreed to have a secretly open relationship. Writer and working through her PhD.

Alan: working on his Masters in Chemistry. Makes money by being a small time drug dealer (started with self medicating his anxiety)

Random plot points:

Henry learns about Dorian’s backstory from a wikipedia page on Lord Kelso.

Henry and Basil know Alan from having bought stuff from him before. They became close when they met each other by coincidence at a gay bar.

Dorian probably has an onlyfans

Basil unfortunately has big boomer energy

Basil is the one who originally suggested Dorian try posting photos to social media as a method of finding friends. Henry taught him how to become popular.

[ottiliere]

what are your go-to resources for phantom blood fashion historical accuracy...... ...

ok I'm glad you asked this because I've been writing up a whole other post on dio's fashion sense and i wasn't sure how much of the period's fashion trends to explain since I didn't want to make an assumption that nobody knows anything about late victorian fashion. this will be a good reference post for me...and you... and anyone else who wants to use it.

regardless; I hate to say it but the best way to start drawing period clothing is to do a little reading on the fundamentals of [late] victorian dress because it will seriously assist you in the long run, e.g., you won't have to scratch your head and spend time wondering why you keep coming across two different lapel types on tailcoat fashion plates if you're aware that both peak tips and shawl collars were in vogue in the late 1880s and the '90s.

I'll put some basic information that I've collected for myself here so you don't have to go looking for it; I'm going to write this assuming you're a newborn baby deer poking your nose into the victorian era for the first time in your life fully unaware of the customs.

reference links for the wayfarer so you don't have to scroll all the way to the bottom:

Etiquette books. Look for anything written in the 80s/90s; again, period trends change. There's usually always a section on how men should be dressing on different occasions (weddings, funerals, daily casual travel, etc.) in these. In an ideal world one would only have to reference books written/published in London, however I've found that there are many more from US. This is fine though IMO, there was a lot of cross-talk between countries due to the implementation of the telegraph and hence a lot of etiquette standards are "universal" (it's why fashion between EU/US/AU can look pretty similar at the same time--they were all talking to each other). If there's a difference between the "New York" way of doing things and the "London" way of doing things, the authors usually point this out. kind of funny. I love reading these, they're also very good for understanding the general quirks of late Victorian society and how the standards at the time characterize their behavior.

The National Portrait Gallery (link is an advanced search; you can change the dates. I set the results to be located in "london")

Victoria & Albert museum online gallery

The Met museum online gallery (in general for clothes on mannequins, but they also list an archive of fashion plates here, separated by year. A lot of them are misfiled though so be wary of that)

Alamy website. genuinely one of the most all-encompassing resources I've used, I use it for everything and especially when I'm into period pieces. "boy 188*" "man 1880s portrait" "man 188* suit" etc. you find a lot of illustrations from the time period this way too. it fucking rules. my computer is on the brink of crashing 24/7 because I keep too many alamy tabs open at all times. A lot of really good Vanity Fair illustrations are on here too, just plug it in with a year and see what pops up.

Sites like this (Gentleman's Gazette) with little articles giving a run-down of period clothing can be helpful...... to an extent. idk. I don't really trust them. GG is solid for the most part and so is The Black Tie Blog and Victorian Web, but I've spotted too many errors on other sites to trust anything they say wholesale. Fashion Institute of Technology is worth mentioning as well, though, despite their coverage on men's fashion being pretty brief. Goes by decade, though, with a lot of information on women/children's fashion, too (it's very interesting! I linked their 1880s fashion rundown, highly recommend going through it, especially the Aestheticism segment). TL;DR: My advice when it comes to website hopping is "stick with primary sources".

How to Read a Suit (A Guide to Changing Men’s Fashion from the 17th to the 20th Century) by Lydia Edwards. Look this up on libgen. It's broken down into chunks of decades; REAAALLLYY recommend reading the introduction to "Chapter 4: 1860-1899". Probably the most historically informative consolidation of relevant fashion information in one place. Very interesting writing, pretty short too. If you're gonna read one thing out of this whole list, make it this.

The Dictionary of Fashion History by Valerie Cumming. look this up on libgen. for when you don't understand what some article or book is talking about and google will not give you answers. as it is it wont to do. (could not wrap my head around top frocks until this point; the wikipedia article for it is quite frankly embarrassing.)

here's my google drive of fashion for this time period, I had just been keeping these on local folders but I think drive would be better so I started transferring them here... compiled myself. this is a "work in progress" and will be updated.

I am going to write a bit about men's fashion at the time period under the cut because I think it's important to understand, if you don't know much about the victorian period, that the dress decorum was heavily emphasized and if you wore the wrong ensemble in the wrong setting everyone WOULD think you were ill-bred and would not invite you back into their home again. because just seeing you exist like that was impolite and quite frankly very embarrassing to witness. these resources are great but not if you don't know where and when these guys would be wearing these things... for instance i know the fashion plate archive there are some drawings of men in livery and you may be tempted to put dio in something like this because WOW! they do look kind of cool. with the big brass buttons... but I think he would more readily batter another human being physically than dress up like a butler at a dinner party and get mistaken for a butler. it's the little things.

first thing: you were expected to dress differently for different times of day. This consists of: morning dress, afternoon dress (semi-formal; not really "mandatory" except at special events, like weddings, at least for men), and evening dress (anything past 6 o'clock or "by candle light" is the general rule).

here are overview excerpts from Modern Etiquette in Public and Private published by Frederick Warne and Co. in 1887:

and excerpts from The Complete Bachelor: Manners for Men by Walter Germain, written in 1896:

Cecil B. Hartley states in his Book of Etiquette and Manual of Politeness (1860) that "by dress we show our respect for society at large, or the persons with whom we are to mingle".

He advised men that there were “shades of being ‘dressed;’ and a man is called ‘little dressed,’ ‘well dressed,’ and ‘much dressed,’ not according to the quantity but the quality of his coverings.”

Black was "the" color. As Lydia Edwards writes in How to Read a Suit (2020), "while it is unrealistic to imagine that all men everywhere only wore black, the acceptable color palette was certainly more limited at this point than it had been for the first half of the century. The rising professional middle classes seemed to embrace a centuries-old association with black for certain professions, which perhaps made this an inevitable choice for the evolving and expanding world of work in the nineteenth century."

I'm going to add illustrations now; humbly request you ignore how terrible the paint canvases i threw things in. Things to note moving forward:

there were three different types of shirt collars in vogue at the time: stiff, high stand collars that hugged your neck, wing-tip collars, and one that's closer to the "regular" collars you typically see nowadays (banker collar). don't really see the last one in any of the fashion plates but you do see it in portraits.

Do note that walking sticks were commonplace and in fact expected to be touted around, hence why they (in addition to umbrellas) keep reappearing in the illustrations;

(1890)

Frock coats were the most "formal" of the daywear. When going through the National Portrait Gallery website you'll notice that most men are wearing either a morning coat or frock coat; the lounge coat was still too informal to be considered for how much money you'd spend to get a photograph taken. Don't you want to look nice?

Lounge suits, again, were the ultimate "informal"; they were viewed with distain by the frock-coat. (here's a good thread on this, actually; i love this fucking guy lol). really, really don't think Dio would be wearing one that often. maybe a double-breasted one? i really think he's too much of a snob to wear what he sees as filthy poor people rags. appearance is everything, etc.

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waistcoats you have a lot of freedom/liberty with, at least in regard to design (except for evening waistcoats). different lapel shapes, no lapels... unfortunately shifting into the later decades of the 19th century it was pretty much expected that the fabric of your waistcoat match the fabric of your suit (along with your trousers; called a "ditto suit"). jonathan would conform to this mode IMO, i don't think it stops dio. he has a vision & his waistcoats are likely very extensively detailed. actually I just remembered that we do see one as depicted by araki's tenuous grasp of historical fashion and it is. awesome. i, too, love to wear cravats directly underneath my shirt

(1891 / 1892)

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Evening dress is (comparatively) much more simple & men had much less artistic freedom in their choice of dress: black tailcoat, white gloves, white tie, waistcoat in either black or white, black button boots. Regardless, it was its own beast in the fact that this was something that you really weren't supposed to dick around with. (Dio would've found a way, but that's a discussion for a post that isn't crashing every 3 minutes.) From A Gentleman by Maurice Francis Egan (1893):

If a young man is invited to a dinner or to a great assembly in any large city, he must wear a black coat. A gray or colored coat worn after six o’clock in the evening, at any assembly where there are ladies, would imply either disrespect or ignorance on the part of the wearer. In most cities he is expected to wear the regulation evening dress, the “swallow-tail” coat of our grandfathers, and, of course, black trousers and a white tie. In London or New York or Chicago a man must follow this last custom or stay at home. He has his choice. The “swallow-tail” coat is worn after six o’clock in the evening, never earlier, in all English-speaking countries.

(1885 (misfiled) / 1888 / 1888 / 1890)

MET evening suit ca. 1888; different aspects of the ensemble displayed solo at this link.

In the 80s the "dinner jacket" ("tuxedo" in US) was introduced. It was used for more informal occasions.

final evening dress "tips":

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Outerwear was pretty varied… you can get a pretty wide dynamic of form depending on choice of coat, so keep that in mind. chesterfields tended to be pretty formless, top frocks a bit more fitted. Length/density would change depending on season, too.

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Children's fashion:

end notes:

everyone would be wearing suspenders, not belts; belts were pretty much only worn with military uniform at this time (except in america)

sweater vests were really only considered sportswear until the first few decades of the 1900s. they would not be wearing these casually under jackets, they'd be wearing waistcoats

button boots were buttoned using a special button hook. video demonstration

NOTE: trousers being "creased" began to be more in vogue in the 90s; this is because they finally invented the trouser press. read article for more information--you sometimes see creases in the 80s, really not before then though. look at how they bunch at the knee (c.1880s)!

When it comes to gloves, different colors denoted different occasions to wear them. In the text screenshots provided in previous sections, it usually states which colors are appropriate for whichever situation. The paragraph I am about to end this on is relatively useless, but I thought I'd include it anyway:

[the1975attheirverybest]

omg maybe not THE vogue 73 questions thing but imagine matty and gf doing it for fun on her stories and they range from some batshit insane questions to dirty ones to some actually nice ones to like matty trying to outwit the trolls. anyway; utter chaos

Omg that’s so fuckin adorable 🥹 he and gabby used to occasionally post clips of each other and he’d photobomb her selfies and shit. Back when he had that colorful hair they went from idk green to blonde to blue or maybe it was the other way round? I always found that so sweet.

Like maybe she goes online while at his place and people start asking about stuff. Like, at first, he’s in her video for a quick sec to wave “hi” but then someone comments something about how there’s a painting in the background. She sees it and is like “oh that’s Matty’s living room. He got it from this or that gallery cuz he loves the artist. Actually he has so many.” Then people ask to see them so she does a mini little tour. Matty follows her around the house explaining each one.

Then people are like Omg they’re so cute and start asking about other stuff. Favorite date night dinners or whatever, tv shows to watch together, someone makes dirty jokes and of course those are the ones that Matty sees and picks up on, haha. Or like someone wants to know the story of how they met and they can’t seem agree on the details of who asked the other one out first or whatever. Or someone asks if they could have a threesome with a third person dead or alive who would it be. And Matty keeps coming up with the most absurd answers ever making her blush and giggle and constantly nudge him to stop embarrassing her.

Someone keeps leaving comments about how she’s too hot for him and he’s a piece of shit and is into inappropriate relationships or whatever. And Matty is just like “just say you’re jealous. It’s okay.” And she’s trying to just shut down the drama and move past it before it devolves into Matty just saying random crap replying to haters.

[ginza-division]

Eiji's Thoughts on Saitama Division

Sayaka Miyuki

"Sayaka Miyuki. It is thanks to her cleverness and ingenuity that the creation of The Dirty Dawg, one of the most talented rap supergroups to ever grace the history of this planet which we call Earth. I know she did all she could to keep the group from splintering, but due to forces outside her control, that was almost impossible. Still, she deserves her respect for what she does, and she has mine."

"She doesn't use PROFILE much, though she does have one set up. Most of them just include pictures of her home life and her friends and family, which is nice. To be honest, I've been thinking of going to Saitama to ask her if she could come and take a look at Isuzu, and see if there is anything she could do for her. I'd greatly appreciate it."

Lola Takahashi

Eiji looks at the photo of the supermodel and sighs before coughing into his fist. "...Before I begin, I would like to state now, the so-called rumors about this individual having a sex tape online on PROFILE, I neither confirm nor deny them. I've no idea if the video is still on her page, and I'm not at all interested to find out. I don't know if she posted the video herself, or if someone else did, and I don't really care. But let me state now for the record, that is not what PROFILE is all about. If you wish to show pictures or videos of yourself engaging in inappropriate or shameless actions, then I will kindly ask you to please do it on another site. And that is all I will say on this matter. Thank you." With his tirade finished, the CEO sighs and lights a cigarette, calming himself.

"Now then, on the person herself, Lola-san is a very popular and well-liked individual. Her PROFILE has to be, at least, in the top 10 of the most popular pages on the site. Her follower count is somewhere in the millions if I'm not mistaken. Suffice it to say, many people get a PROFILE page strictly to follow her, not that there is anything wrong with that. ...Of course, we've had to issue her numerous warnings about the number of pictures she posts on a daily basis, as well as how risque her photos tend to be."

"Thankfully, she decided to set a "private" PROFILE page for her more... daring pictures, for which I'm grateful. The last thing I want or need is a concerned parent or spouse trying to sue me and my company because their child or husband happened to view a picture that is close to being considered pornography."

Kureha Koizumi

"I haven't met this young woman personally, but I have seen her art displayed, not only on her PROFILE page but also in museums and such. ...Come to think of it, I take that back. I did speak to her once. It was actually at a museum where she was displaying an art piece she had painted. It was quite good, to say the least. I considered buying it, but I thought that would deprive other people from seeing it, so I decided not to. I did mark it as the best piece in the art gallery, though, so there's that. That may have been why she has so many followers. ...Or she may just be popular on her own and I had nothing to do with it. Who can say?"

Femme Fatale

"It's no surprise this team is so popular with most of Japan. They were one of the earliest teams to form, and they are well-liked. I still don't know whether that's due to Lola or Kureha. Or it could be a mixture of both. But regardless, I like to think this team could possibly be the candidate to win the tournament. I know there are other teams out there, though, so I won't put all my eggs in one basket. Still, if they do win, I won't be surprised."

[jonismitchell]

oh I completely forgot to send these earlier but here some (pretty basic but good) recommendations for berlin:

- if you haven’t already get a deutschland ticket. its a monthly ticket that allows you to use public transport everywhere in germany and since you’re going to multiple cities, it might be worth it especially if you want to take a few day trips with the train as well. if you don’t want to, then a weekly (or even just daily) ticket is best. nothing more annoying than needing a ticket when you’re train is coming. also get the vbb app to check train schedules and delays.

- there is one website for all state museums in berlin (smb.museum) where you can check out their current exhibitions and also book tickets. personally I would recommend the Landscapes of Caspar David Friedrich exhibition in the old national gallery and the Crown of Kerch exhibition at the new museum (which shows european jewellery from antiquity to the early medieval period)

- a personal favourite (and free) museum of mine is the Stabi Kulturwerk in the national library. for one, it’s a gorgeous building and the exhibition shows some of the most valuable pieces of the libraries collection (except for their 15th century Gutenberg bible which they have digitised in a really cool way as well)

- for food, it’s best to just eat local. definitely get a döner and a currywurst though. a currywurst with fries should not cost more than 5€ and a döner is now between 6€ and 7€. anything above is probably tourist prices and not worth it. for actual restaurants, any you can find away from the super tourist-y places should be good. there is a long history of italian, turkish, kurdish and vietnamese immigrants so any of those restaurants are usually good but depending on where you are in the city, you might find some really good restaurants from different cuisines.

- a good chain for a coffee on the go is espresso house, it’s a swedish chain and they make pretty good cinnamon rolls too. some of my friends swear by einstein coffee. I would tell you my favourite bakery but they closed a few months ago so I will simply tell you my favourite cookie shop: ooh cookies. they have a store next to Dussmann (my favourite book store with a great english section as well) and they are worth the 4-5€. I can also recommend brammibals donuts. they have a few locations and they are fantastic.

- for a day trip, I can recommend Potsdam. It’s pretty easy to get to on the train and as it was the prussian kings spent their summers since the 18th century, so there are tons of castles and gardens to visit. the kitchen buildings of one of the castles (Neues Palais) were even made into university buildings. also the Mamorpalais is pretty cool as the builder of it was a freemason and there’s tons of symbolism for that (Ceclienhof is another castle in the same garden, which is where Truman, Stalin and Churchill met after WWII which is also a museum now).

- if you’re interested, you can take a trip to dahlem and look at the buildings where a lot of the original buildings of the Max Planck Gesellschaft stand, where Planck, Einstein, Meitner, Hahn, Heisenberg, von Laue, Debye and tons of other physicists worked. I don’t know if you can get access but if you find any sort of tour through the archives of MPG take it! they use the tower of the old physics building for storage for the archive and you can actually go inside it during tours!! it was used as a gigantic particle accelerator, it’s really cool.

- in general, berlin is very very different depending on where you are in the city. Mahlsdorf is not the same as Charlottenburg, Treptow is not the same Prenzlauer Berg etc. so wherever you are staying in the city, I would recommend just waking around the neighbourhood and see what is there. you can definitely find district specific guides online as well, which might be good to look at.

if you want any more specific recommendations let me know!! this is pretty surface level but I always think getting recommendations from a local is a bit more trustworthy

oh my god anon these are so great! thank you for sending! my mother actually has an old friend we’re meeting in berlin so definitely will also get local recs but im psyched to check some of these out

[apexart-journal]

Mvelo Mahlangu in NYC, Day 25

Last night, I made a timed plan of how I would see the museums today. I would start off by going to the Whitney just as it opened and leave in time so that I could make it to the exhibition at Apexart with Fabiola. Afterwards, I would go around the are with Ryan to see galleries and then would make my way to the MOMA, stay for 2 hours and then make my way to the Met before it closed. My plan was very ambitious, but I’d give it a try. Making my way over to the Whitney Museum, I took the bus from the apartment. Once I stepped off, I had to walk a couple blocks and I realised that the streets leading to the museum reminded me so much of what looked to me like European streets. It felt so different from most parts of NY that I had been to. It was beautiful nonetheless. I was so excited that I could now engage with art and see many works. I started off  by seeing the artist Harold Cohen whose works were considered the first form or reach at AI art. His works were created by using plotters that would be preprogrammed in such a way that you could attach pens and the machine would draw lines and images based on the points he would plug in. It was fascinating watching a machine draw a picture. The Whitney Museum has balconies on each floor which allow you to go up or down a floor instead of taking an elevator, so I got to see another view and skyline of New York that faced East, towards Broadway. It's so interesting seeing New York from above or a higher perspective as opposed to being on the ground. I savoured this view and made my way back into the building and came across some modern contemporary artworks. Then I made my way over onto the other floors and came across a painting by artist Edward Hooper called 'Woman in the sun’  which I had recently seen online by chance and it intrigued me. So seeing it in person I was able to appreciate it even more. 

With only a couple minutes left, I quickly made my way over to apexart for the curatorial tour of “Build what we hate. Destroy what we love”. What a powerful title as well. I had walked in just as the tour was about to start and greeted the curator Fabiola. There were quite a few other guests as well and we all stood in the Gallery section of the apexart building. Its funny because I was finally able to see this room even though I could only see a sliver of it when I would meet with Nia. So my curiosity was being satiated. The exhibition was such a beautiful and powerful ode to Venezuela, its people, and the documentation of migration out of the country. I had not known that Venezuela had one of the highest rates of migration out of the country, with people trying to seek a better life for themselves. Fabiola combed through the artists works and also gave perspective on what these migrations would involve. We looked at video work, photographs and installations which all had really heartfelt stories attached to them. My favourite was the tapestry installation by the artist Cassandra Mayela, which were stories literally woven together using fabrics donated by people who migrated over to the US from Venezuela. These fabrics were pants that people wore during the migration, shirts that people wore to their first job in the States, bags that were used to carry personal items when migrating. It was such a sentimental piece of work representing the hopes and dream of these people. 

Afterwards, Ryan and I head out to go see some galleries in the area. When I first visited the apexart office, I walked passed so many galleries which made me think that apexart was situated in an area where you’d usually find galleries. To my surprise, Ryan had told me that this wasn’t the case a few years ago, with apexart being the one of the only gallery around. I wonder why so many galleries picked this area to open up. Nonetheless, we stumbled upon some interesting works which I really liked. There was one body of work that I like in particular throughout our whole galley hopping. The artists name is Paulo Nimar Pjota, whose paintings at first glance look so whimsical and ethereal. I later looked his works up and saw that his works are inspired by a mix of mythology, realism and architecture. There was an installation we had also seen at a different gallery that was exhibiting works which created optical illusions through the use of reflection. My eyes and brain could not understand what I was looking at and I thought to myself if this piece of work were displayed in prehistoric times, people would think you’re a witch or magician, hahah. Through our wandering, I got to know a bit about what Ryan does outside of Apexart and the types of art/creation he delves in. It was really interesting engaging with someone who has a foot in multiple disciplines and their process. One our way back to the apexart office, we came across the most intriguing synagogue I’ve ever seen. It was wedged between two buildings and was a complete contrast as its facade had no windows at all and looked like a concrete curved form. What made it even more beautiful was that the building opposite it had windows which reflected the suns light onto the synagogue faceted, giving it this ghostly impression of windows. Upon arriving back at apexart, I wished everyone farewell and thanked them for looking after me during my stay. It was a little bit sad, again, having to say goodbye but all the more to cherish the connections. 

I immediately made my way over to the MOMA which was quite packed, and realised very quickly that I would not make it to the MET. There was too much to see, and too little time. I would keep The MET visit for another time. I absolutely loved the huge open space I was greeted with when entering the MOMA building. I made my way through the building and was amazed at how big some of the works were. It was insane thinking that all this space could exist in New York, just for art from all over the world. I did my best to pace myself but also wanted to see as much as I could. Childhood me would have been so happy to know that I stumbled on 2 huge Monet paintings of the water lilies and got a real good look at his works. I always really loved Monet's paints and his impressionist style. Moving from room to room I started getting overwhelmed by how many works there are and by so many artists I love. After having my fill, I decided to go to the MOMA store downstairs and bought a few small gifts for some friends. I really needed to start packing and cleaning so rushed back to the apartment. On the way back, I savoured my last subway ride and thought of how much I had grown from feeling so clueless to finally getting a grasp. 

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Manhattan Art Installation

"Elevate Your Senses: Manhattan's Mesmerizing Art Installations"

Introduction

Manhattan, the heart of New York City, is not only a hub for finance, culture, and fashion but also a breeding ground for some of the most innovative and awe-inspiring art installations in the world. From avant-garde sculptures to interactive digital masterpieces, Manhattan's art scene continually pushes the boundaries of creativity. In this article, we'll take you on a journey through some of the most captivating art installations that have graced the borough's streets and galleries.

The Vessel at Hudson Yards

One of the most iconic and visually striking art installations in Manhattan is "The Vessel" at Hudson Yards. Designed by British architect Thomas Heatherwick, this colossal structure is a spiraling staircase that seems to ascend into the sky. Its futuristic design is not just a piece of art but also a functional public space. Visitors can climb the 154 flights of stairs to enjoy panoramic views of the city, making it a quintessential experience for both art enthusiasts and thrill-seekers.

"Rainbow Room" by Gabriel Barcia-Colombo

Art meets technology at the "Rainbow Room" exhibit by Gabriel Barcia-Colombo. This immersive installation, featured at the New Museum, explores the concept of identity and memory through the lens of social media. Visitors are invited to record short video clips and leave behind a trace of themselves on a spectrum of screens, creating a rainbow of memories. It's an interactive commentary on our digital lives, prompting viewers to question the significance of the content we share online.

The Met Cloisters: Medieval Marvels

The Met Cloisters, a branch of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, transports visitors to the medieval era. Nestled in Fort Tryon Park, this art installation is a treasure trove of European medieval art and architecture. The stunning building itself is a work of art, with its authentic medieval design, gardens, and exquisite collection of medieval European masterpieces, making it a must-visit for history and art lovers alike.

"Wheatfield – A Confrontation" by Agnes Denes

A powerful and thought-provoking installation, "Wheatfield – A Confrontation" by Agnes Denes, was a temporary piece that transformed a barren lot in Lower Manhattan into a thriving two-acre wheat field in the summer of 1982. Denes's work was not only an environmental statement but also a meditation on the relationship between urban development and nature. Though it existed only temporarily, the impact of this installation continues to resonate with viewers.

"Fear Eats the Soul" by Rashid Johnson

Rashid Johnson's "Fear Eats the Soul," a contemporary installation at Hauser & Wirth, explores themes of identity, cultural heritage, and the black experience in America. This art installation is a sensory experience, combining painting, sculpture, and other mediums to convey a powerful message about the challenges and triumphs of marginalized communities. Johnson's work invites viewers to reflect on their own place in society and the world.

Conclusion

Manhattan's art installations are more than just visual spectacles – they're profound statements, interactive experiences, and historical landmarks. They challenge our perspectives, push the boundaries of creativity, and remind us of the enduring power of art to inspire, provoke, and transform. From the towering structure of "The Vessel" to the thought-provoking works of Gabriel Barcia-Colombo, Agnes Denes, and Rashid Johnson, these installations offer a kaleidoscope of experiences for art enthusiasts and culture seekers. In the ever-evolving landscape of Manhattan's art scene, one thing is certain: there is always something fresh, captivating, and thought-provoking waiting around the corner.

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Evaluation 1

Through the promotion research module I have researched exhibition formats, the role of the curator, utilising online presence, and forms of promotional techniques. In doing so it has allowed me to understand the complexities of the roles beyond being the creator and has given me a better understanding of how I should approach the subject of organising our Degree show.

The BA Contemporary Art Degree Show will be in collaboration with BA Design, every decision in regards to the organisation and curation requires clear communication and coordination from both parties in order to decide so that any requirements an individual has can be met. It is important for both parties to become familiar with each other's work beforehand so that when the time comes to curate the space we are able to set it up as efficiently as possible.

There are many things to consider going forward when curating an exhibition, especially when it is a large collaborative show between many different people, such as ours. For example, where to place two different artists in a space. This is an aspect that I have become highly conscious of during this module and I intend to continue examining how other galleries curate their space in order to further my knowledge and take as many display methods into account as possible

How the work is displayed is a crucial part of the quality of an exhibition. Not all artists need to have similar concepts, however the flow of the space is much more effective when work that is similar in nature is paired together but easily distinguished as separate works. Where an artist is placed can completely change the initial impression of a piece of work if grouped with others who have contrasting pieces. It is important to be aware of this when arranging the space, otherwise the exhibit may appear disorderly or careless. This will be important to remember when setting up the Degree Show in order to achieve the best results as possible.

Outside of curating the show, how it is promoted is essential. I have researched several promotion methods and it is clear that having an online presence is key. Using professional social media accounts such as the College’s official instagram for Contemporary Art and BA Design to promote the Degree show seems to be the most effective way of gaining attraction as they will be able to reach a larger audience. Our class recently took part in an Instagram takeover where we were able to post development of relevant work to gain interest in the upcoming show. However, it is important as an artist to self promote the show on separate social media so that their own personal followings are informed as well.

Other aspects such as flyers, leaflets, and invites are still a good way to promote the show as it serves as a reminder for the upcoming event and good for people who may not have an active presence on social media. Using these methods of curation and promotion will allow us to successfully present a strong outcome for our degree show

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Last Friday in Milan, in the midst of the city’s Fashion Week, Black talent in the Italian fashion industry received their due. 

According to Women’s Wear Daily, half of the winners were selected by a jury led by talent scout and founder of the Afro Fashion Association Michelle Francine Ngonmo, while the other half were selected via online voting and dubbed “People’s Choice.” Winners selected by the jury included film director Fred Kuwornu, singer-songwriter David Blank, Executive director of Festival Divercity Andi Nganso, designer Edward Buchanan, and chef Victoire Gouloubi. The “People’s Choice” winners were TikTok star Khaby Lame and designers Sarah Kamsu, Daphne Di Cinto, Tia Taylor and Nadeesha Uyangoda. 

Per WWD, Buchanan, who won the Leader of Change Legacy award, shared his experience of arriving in Italy 27 years ago to helm Bottega Veneta, fresh out of Parsons School of Design — and the racism he was met with from the second he stepped off of the plane. 

Ngonmo said the Black Carpet Awards were about celebrating “all stories.” 

“Diversity and inclusion are not synonyms and certainly are not abstract concepts … they are an integral part of our daily life,” she said, later adding, “[the aim is to be] altogether, sitting at the same table and joining forces, to discuss the beauty of diversity and how it is a crucial factor for heritage culture and for the economic growth of society.”

Milan Fashion Week continued what has come to be known as Fashion Month, full of buzzy fashion campaigns or viral style moments — not to mention an ongoing awards season. In this week’s Style Guide, we are gobsmacked by Grace Jones’ recent shoot for Wolford’s Spring 2023 collection, musing over Angela Bassett’s red carpet style, feasting our eyes upon the latest Black magazine covers, and more.

At 74, Grace Jones becomes the face of Wolford

Grace Jones is the epitome of the word “legendary.” The Jamaican model, singer, and actress, who has been in the industry since she was just 13 years old, clearly knows a thing or two about longevity. Because of this, the luxury brand Wolford tapped the septuagenarian to be its newest face — and body. The partnership debuted with images from Wolford’s Spring 2023 collection featuring Jones effortlessly looking as though no time has passed since some of her most famous images from the ‘70s and ‘80s. 

According to the brand, per People magazine, the 2023 campaign is “celebrating longevity and timeless style with a sharpened brand vision, one that focuses on the go-to wardrobe pieces that are timeless, ageless, and designed with longevity in mind.”

AAFCA hosts its 14th Awards Ceremony 

While many award shows are trying to avoid the lack of diversity labels, there’s nothing like an awards show created for us, by us. Founded in 2003, the African American Film Critics Association is on a mission to amplify Black voices in film, arts, and entertainment. While reviewing cinema-at-large, the AAFCA pays particular attention to movies and television highlighting the Black experience, especially those written, produced, or directed by the community. 

As previously reported by theGrio, on Wednesday,  the AAFCA hosted its 14th AAFCA Awards,  where “The Woman King” triumphantly reigned and Will Smith made a return to the spotlight to accept the AAFCA’s Beacon Award. Moments before those iconic wins, stars walked the red carpet; see them all in our gallery below. 

14th Annual AAFCA Awards – Angela Bassett

Angela Bassett attends the 14th Annual AAFCA Awards at Beverly Wilshire, A Four Seasons Hotel on March 01, 2023 in Beverly Hills, California. (Photo by Jemal Countess/Getty Images)

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14th Annual AAFCA Awards – Angela Bassett

Angela Bassett attends the 14th Annual AAFCA Awards at Beverly Wilshire, A Four Seasons Hotel on March 01, 2023 in Beverly Hills, California. (Photo by Jemal Countess/Getty Images)

Angela Bassett says she feels most beautiful when ‘all eyes are on [her]’

Unlike many who feel their best in intimate settings, the eternally gorgeous Angela Bassett reveals the red carpet is her confidence cocoon. This week, the award-winning actress shared that the step-and-repeat is where she feels the most beautiful. 

“Definitely on the carpets […] You and your team just have put together a lot of effort, a lot of thought, into where you’re going and what the event is,” Bassett told People at the CDGA Awards. “And that’s what you want: to feel your most best because all eyes are on you. So definitely, the carpet is a place where I feel most beautiful.”

This year, “beautiful” doesn’t even begin describe the Oscar-nominated “Wakanda Forever” star’s red carpet looks. Bassett’s fashion has consistently made a statement, from her vibrant yellow Giambattista Valli Couture gown at the SAG awards to her dazzling Pamella Roland look at the Golden Globes. 

“I enjoy the process of finding [fashion looks]. It’s almost like music when you have the tuning fork, and you’re trying to find the right note,” the veteran film star shared. 

Nordstrom Teams With The Folklore Group to Grow Black-owned Brands

Continuing its commitment to diversifying the fashion marketplace, Nordstrom is partnering with The Folklore Group. This new collaboration will expose Nordstrom’s buyers to fashion, lifestyle, and other emerging market brands founded by people of color through The Folklore Connect platform.

Savage x Fenty forecasts a sexy spring with its March drop

Tired of all of this bizarre end-of-winter weather? Savage x Fenty has what you need to summon spring. New spring-themed styles across the brand’s lingerie and lounge lines have just dropped. According to a release to theGrio, through both new colorways and patterns, the collections play with the dichotomy between the cheerful and bright and the dark and seductive.

The latest drop, available to shop online now, ranges in price from $10.95 to $84.95 if a VIP member, and $14.95 to $109.95 for regular shoppers. 

Skai Jackson becomes the face of Cacharel’s new empowering fragrance

Actress Skai Jackson is rejoicing about becoming the face of Cacharel’s new and empowering fragrance, Yes I Am Bloom Up!. The fragrance has been formulated with fruity and floral notes, putting a springtime spin on the line’s original, more spicy signature scent. Yes I Am Bloom Up has also been packaged in the Yes I Am collection’s iconic lipstick-shaped bottle. 

Jackson told People the scent “automatically” puts her in a good mood and also gushed about how much she enjoyed working with the brand. 

“I’ve always been a fan of the brand, not for just the products that they put out, but just everything that they stand for. What they do behind the scenes, helping uplift young girls and empowering each other, that’s just everything that I align with in my life. I’m super excited to be a part of the family,” Jackson said. 

The new fragrance is currently available at JCPenney online and in-store for $42-$68. 

Black creatives covers March and April magazines

This week we were blessed with a plethora of Black faces staring back at us from the newsstands. Tinashe dives deep underwater for Numero Netherlands, Johnathan Majors is blue for The Observer, Kelela divulges what it’s like to be everybody’s secret, Naomi Campbell brings her supermodel talents to the cover of Vogue India, Tracee Ellis Ross poses for CRWNMAG’s Beauty Bible and more.

Kerry Washington for Marie Claire

Kerry Washington covers Marie Claire’s Identity issue. (Photo: Marie Claire)

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Haikyuu boys after breakup

a/n: i am not trying to villainize any of these characters. these boys are the best ever and i just feel angsty right now.

characters: Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Atsumu, Suna Rintarou

genre: angst

warning/s: drinking

Sakusa Kiyoomi

He'll have the usual scowl on his face. He's more irritated and annoyed. He becomes more intimidating and harder to approach. Sure, he hates crowds, but something in him wants to always look for you. He can order his food online, but why is he at the restaurant you love so much? He convinces himself that he's fine and you don't have effects on his life anymore. You're merely a piece of his past and you don't matter to him at all.

However, the moment he shuts the door of his place, he leans his back against it and sighs. He hates it. He hates his apartment for not feeling like a home. He hates himself for letting you go. He hates every corner of his room because he can still feel your presence. He hates the kitchen because you're not there anymore. He hates the dining table because you're not across him eating and rambling about your day anymore. He hates his bed because whenever he turns around, there's no arms wrapped around him. It doesn't feel like home.

His heart still aches everytime he realizes that there would be no you, who will tackle him into a hug and give him kisses all over his face. Maybe if he did something before, you'd still be in his arms right now. Maybe if he didn't let his pride conquer him, you'd still be holding his hands. Maybe if he followed you that night and begged for you to stay, he wouldn't be wishing at the star for you to come back now. 

Miya Atsumu

It's obvious. I bet his teammates always hear your name from his mouth. There'd be times when he's about to spike during practice and he suddenly remembers you. He will fall over and hits himself. Hinata might give him some advice on how to move on but he can't. He tried, he swears he tried. But he still can't help but make you his wallpaper because you look beautiful from a picture he still has in his gallery even after breaking up.

He even goes to his brother, Osamu, for comfort. But everytime he goes to Onigiri Miya, he still sees you and remembers every moment you have with him during dinner nights at that store. Expect Osamu to smack him.

He will be sassy everytime he hears a rumor about you having a new s/o that's not him. He'll try to stalk the guy from social media and insult him. Sometimes, MSBY will have their night out and Atsumu will get so drunk that he'll burst into tears and try drunk calling you.

He regrets it with his whole soul. He should've treated you better. He should've made time for you. He should've made you feel loved everyday because that's how you are to him. You're the most patient person he ever met and he took that for granted. For every argument, he should've been the one to back down, but it's always you. Because no matter how many times he wins in volleyball, he still lost you.

Suna Rintarou

He may look like he doesn't care anymore and go on with his day as if nothing happened, he's just going to practice and come home and that's it. But his mind always wanders off to you. How are you doing? Have you eaten already? Are you overworking yourself again? What are you doing right now? Do you also think of him? Do you also miss him? Because he does. He misses you so much he can't have a proper sleep sometimes, feeling so uncomfortable on his own bed.

He will create secret accounts on social media to stalk you (not in a creepy way) to try and get to know how you are doing. He'll watch your stories and see if there's something new in your life. If he sees you finally being happy again, he's glad, of course. But he can't help but feel the sting on his chest because how can you move forward without him? Why can't he do the same? Why is he still stuck?

He tried seeing other people, tried going on dates, but nothing changed. It's still you. Because no one can take care of him like you do. No one can understand him like you do. No, they can't make him laugh like you do. They can't bring out the best of him like you do. If he will be given a second chance to have you again, he will. And if he was given three wishes by a genie, he will say your name all over again.

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The bunnies’ other jobs!

From my bunny cafe au

((I am so peeved :((( I had this all written out!! And I deleted it by accident!! Darnnnnn!!!))

Anon asked “You mentioned that some of the bunnies have day jobs so do they all have jobs outside the cafe or just a few?” (Something along these lines…again…I deleted it by accident 😔)

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Diluc/‘Angel’

After his father got bored with the wine industry, he passed the whole company off to Diluc on his 18th birthday in order to shift his focus to mining. Diluc found himself swamped with all kinds of business decisions while just barely being an adult. He expanded the company and hired some very trustworthy people to handle things for him so he could finish college

When the business was given to him, Diluc and Kaeya had an explosive fight over it. Kaeya felt like he deserved to have some say in what happens to the business, he’s still a part of the family! But Diluc refused to let him in on any decisions so Kaeya packed his bags and left (not before cussing him out in front of their father, staff and business partners). He was just in a silly, goofy mood. They’re fine now, not on the best terms but they do chat and meet up for lunch on occasion.

He is filthy rich, he couldn’t spend all of his all of his money if he tried, so he doesn’t really need the job at the cafe! Kaeya got him the job because he knew his brother was stuck in a weird, antisocial funk and needed some fun in his life

Diluc loves this job, he has a great time, but it isn’t his main job. His priority will always be the family business!! If he has to quit his job at the cafe, he would in a heartbeat

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Kaeya

Kaeya was going to go into the police academy but was scouted out by a modeling agency. They had seen him at Ragnvindr company events and thought ‘well damn’ so they gave him a pretty generous deal

Kaeya makes a good living off of modeling, the tips and paycheck from the cafe. He rakes in cash pretty quickly just cause he knows how to get it. That, and his dad sends him checks every other month as well. Kaeya thinks of it as ‘I’m sorry’ money. He isn’t wrong

He doesn’t travel much for modeling, which he doesn’t mind, so he kinda just hangs around the city with a lot of free time on his hands between photo shoots. That’s why he got this job at the cafe! It gives him something to do and it’s fun as hell ;)

Albedo

Bedo is one busy bunny. He finished college early and is getting his masters degree online. He works most days at the cafe and on the weekends, he tutors other college students in bio/chem/science related subjects

(He was actually Xiao’s tutor back when he was failing chemistry!! Xiao is very thankful for Albedo’s help!!)

His dream is to become a biochemist, he’s always been interested in cells and what makes up living beings. So having a career in that field would make him the happiest man alive

His mother and sister live outside the city in a more rural area so he spends a lot of time FaceTiming the two of them! Klee is always so excited to hear about Albedo’s experiments or the people he’s met while working in such a bustling, fun city :)

Zhongli

Zhongli is a simple man! He’s a bunny waiter and an artist

He creates intricate pieces based on folklore from different cultures, focusing mostly on dragons. His favorite medium is paint, he loves painting on glass and layering the panes in order to create a 3D piece

He sells his works to galleries, shops and anyone who wants them! As long as they appreciate the story behind the artwork. Sadly…He undersells his work. He could def be making more money but he just does not desire money or material goods the way others may

So he got his job at the cafe in order to help out his dear friend Ningguang, not for money, he only planned on working there for a month or two until she got more bunnies but…he ended up really loving the people he works with :’) he looks forward to working with them now and texts/calls them outside of work to meet up for lunch or bowling (such an old man thing to do omfg)

Dainsleif/‘Sweetie’

Dain was a bouncer at another bar before leaving to come to Celestia’s! He’s good friends with Beidou, they belong to the same motorcycle club so when she was talking to him about the lack of security at the cafe/bar, he stepped in to help out

Little did he know…he’d actually become a bunny…And like it

This is his full time job now, he doesn’t have another for the time being. While he is a bunny at the cafe, he still keeps an eye out for any threats to his coworkers and has access to the offices upstairs (Ningguang’s office and the security office)

When he isn’t waiting tables, he’s upstairs in a tank top and sweatpants keeping an eye on the security cameras and talking to the other security guards through their ear pieces

Ajax

Ajax is a student who doesn’t really have much time on his hands

He mows lawns in the summer and he’s quit his job as a cashier to come work at the cafe! He mostly works night shifts his cause he’s still going to school aaaaaand he’s on his college’s swim team! He’s about to graduate so he works close with his coach to help train the others on the team

He doesn’t really want his family knowing that he skips around in a skimpy bunny outfit and fucking customers most nights but I mean…They’re bound to find out if they see him in pictures people post

Xiao/‘Tofu’

Xiao is an art student!! He wants to be a tattoo artist :)

He’s already got one sleeve of tattoos, it’s unfinished but you can’t really tell just by looking. When he isn’t at the cafe, he’s either in class or shadowing Ganyu, his best friend and tattoo artist. Their art styles greatly differ, she focuses her craft on cutesy, colored tattoos, but she is skilled. And Xiao looks up to her

Xiao admires Zhongli too, they met at the cafe and when Zhongli found out Xiao wants to be a tattoo artist he told him that once he’s licensed, he wants to get a tattoo from him :’)

Baizhu/‘Honey’

Baizhu is a (mostly) full time pharmacist, hence why he isn’t usually at the cafe

He also has a niece, Qiqi, who he babysits often. He loves her very much so he has no problem watching her! Baizhu will even bring her to the pharmacy with him when he’s swamped with work. In the break room, he has a play kitchen, coloring books and a bunch of puzzles to keep Qiqi occupied while he works :)

When he’s not at work, he’s at home resting. He has chronic pain flare ups in his back and shoulders that can make life miserable :( he has plenty of good days that outweigh the bad! And as a pharmacist, he has access to any medicine he needs to make his life easier!

Dottore(Alain)/‘Doc’

Alain’s an oral surgeon who’s a little bit….too into his job

He isn’t phased by blood or gore so he’s easily able to conduct procedures that would make other squeamish. He’ll pull teeth, put in dental implants, remove rotten tissue, any of that without even flinching

Outside of that, he works at the cafe. He wears a mask in order to avoid being recognized even though at his job as a surgeon, he’s usually wearing a medical mask anyways. It’s just a precaution

This has nothing to do with his career but he used to be a tap dancer and actor so he’d join in on local theatre shows! He helped build sets when he wasn’t rehearsing. He doesn’t have time for that anymore (which kinda makes him sadddd) but he has all kinds of theatre playlists on his phone and in his car that he’ll sing along to

Scaramouche/‘Boss’

Scara’s job at the cafe is his main job! His side job is something you may not expect from such a grump

He works at an animal shelter! In fact, he brings cats home to train so they have an increased chance of being adopted. Someone is more likely to adopt a potty trained, socialized cat than a feral cat who doesn’t know what a litter box is. So Scara brings them to his apartment for some one-on-one socializing, training and cuddling

One time he offhandedly mentioned working at an animal shelter while he was working at the cafe and sure enough, three separate customers from the cafe came by to adopt!!! Only one actually took an animal home but he was still surprised that those people had listened to him and cared enough to come by

Scara is a jerk most of the time but when he’s at home…by himself…With a lil kitten sleeping in his lap while he plays games on his PC…Yeah, he softens up a bit

So as you can see, we have a very diverse group working at the cafe! They’ve all learned a lot from each other, come to appreciate each other’s friendship and come to help each other out when one of their coworkers is in need or upset.

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Stay With Me

Summary: You meet Harry on his trip to Italy in an art gallery. You fell in love to the art and architecture of Rome.

Genre(s): fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

Warning(s): none. (Except the unbounded sweetness.)

“Why is it so hot?” You whined to yourself, walking along the pavement, trying to make your way around the wide trunks of old stone pines.

You unscrewed the cap of a water bottle off and took a sip. The ice-cold water you bought from a food stall by the Trevi Fountain was already a little too warm for your liking. Trying not to mind it too much you emptied the bottle at one gulp.

“Did the food stall keeper tell me to turn right here or go straight ahead?”

You tried to playback on the conversation you had a little over fifteen minutes ago, but you couldn’t get yourself to focus. It was so hot.

You walked through the narrow side streets of Rome. Little souvenirs shops surrounded you from both sides as you made your way along the lane without turning, trying your luck.

When you reached a wider street that opened to your view as you left the tight space, you could breathe the fresh car exhausts again. There it is.

Barberini Palace.

Home to the National Gallery of Ancient Art - the main reason why you were so determined to find this place.

With newfound determination, you moved along the pavement to walk up to the fenced area that belonged to the Palace. You prayed that it was open today. You checked online, but you still felt a rush of worry fill you when you saw the door closed and not wide-open like it usually was in museums like this. The reason for it being that there were so many tourists at all time walking in and out of these historical places that there was no reason and no point to keep closing and opening the door.

You closed your eyes as you reached for the door handle and pushed it. It is hard to describe the sense of pleasant surprise you felt when the door obeyed the force applied by you.

As the heavy door lets you inside of the little room where the tickets were sold, you let your eyes scan over the interior. The ceilings were tall and a beautiful fresco of heavenly bodies and angels was spread across them.

After you got tickets you walked further into the spacious room and walked up the creme marble stairs that the lady at the door told you to follow.

As you made your way up the stairs, in the corners of which stood tall marble sculptured of Roman men and women, you felt eyes on you.

Eyes of all of the heavenly bodies that dwelt at the surface of the frescoes and those who stood in cold marble prisons and watched you walk by so freely.

“What a beautiful place!” You talked to yourself once again.

You came to Rome alone. A getaway trip - as you like to refer to it. You needed to spend more time with yourself and yourself only. Just you and the ancient art of Rome. At least just for now.

You made your way through the gallery, analyzing every painting a bit too long for most people.

That’s why you came alone. You could now stand by every piece of art for an indefinite amount of time. You could stand by this painting for the whole day until the guards kick you out. Nobody was here with you to keep pulling you to the next painting. You could finally find peace and relaxation.

You slowly made your way to the biggest frame you’d seen so far. There was a place to sit in front of it, so you sat down, as the painting was full of the smallest details, and you were determined to only leave when you take note of every one of them you could see.

You sat there for fifteen minutes and didn’t notice as time went by. You were so focused on the see of little creatures that hid behind tall oak trees, children that ran around the flower field chasing baby ducks and a group of women that bathed in light fabric and wallowed in the warm rays of the sun.

“It’s beautiful,” you muttered under your breath and situated your elbow on your knee, letting it hold your chin.

“It really is.”

A voice took you by surprise and made you tear yourself from the picture.

You turned your head, which was still situated on your hand, towards the sound. There stood a young man in wide-leg white pants, a T-shirt, and a think blue cardigan on top of it. A beige cap covered his hair, but you could still see some curls on the sides of his head.

He didn’t exactly look dangerous, but the voice in your head kept screaming “CREEPY GUY AHEAD OF YOU! RUN BEFORE HE MAKES A MOVE!” Growing up a woman taught you too many lessons.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. You probably want to sit down. I’ve been sitting here for so long!” You abruptly got up from your place and grabbed the bag that you threw to your side on the seat.

“SHOOT HIM A SMILE AND GET OUT!”

You smiled at him and went to turn around, but he talked back to you.

“No, no. You shouldn’t have gotten up. I could tell y’wanted to take some time. I understand. The painting is full of detail. Please don’t go. I didn’t mean to disturb you, I’ve just never seen anyone sit in front of a painting for so long.” The guy smiled at you with his cheeks starting to turn rosy.

The second you heard him seemingly judge you for staring at the picture for too long, you turned back with a frown on your face ready to clap back before he continued.

“You looked very passionate and I would love it if we could sit and discuss it maybe? I know it sounds weird coming from a stranger-” He paused.

“You bet, crazy man.” You thought to yourself and giggled softly, realizing that the possibility that this ball of nerves is a human trafficker is close to zero.

“You just seemed nice.” He finished, paying no mind to your giggling.

“He isn’t trying to come to close. Hasn’t called me anything weird yet. Looks like he reads a ton of Joan Didion. Why not?” The voice inside of your head was now protecting this stranger from you, which happened very rarely.

“We could.” You finally answer him, after making him stare at you expectingly.

It didn’t take you a while to figure out who he was. When you sat next to him to talk to him and finally looked at him properly, without trying to run away, the realization came upon you. You were a fan and you loved his music, but you could tell he didn���t want the conversation to be about him, so you talked about one of your favorite things in the world - art.

You talked about the painting in front of you and after you had already discussed every little detail you noticed, you moved to the frescoes on the ceiling. Harry seemed surprised at your knowledge of art and kept getting more and more into the conversation with every new word that left your mouth. After talking about frescoes Harry asked you about the purpose of your trip. You told him everything as it was. Still, to this day you were surprised about the honesty that you showed a man that you had never met before that.

Later, when you were both making your way down the marble stairs, Harry asked you if you’d like to have lunch with him the next day, to which you agreed to, knowing that you have nothing better to do and you were quite enjoying his company.

In the following weeks, you exchanged numbers and texted whenever you weren’t able to meet. Harry would send you pictures of art and architecture of places he visited for his new Gucci campaign. You would reply to him with pictures of an antique fountain outside the Contemporary Art Museum you went to.

Harry seemed surprisingly normal for a man who starts a conversation with strangers in art museums. He would invite you over to his hotel to go get some gelato together and talk about the highlights of your trip. It became an everyday thing for you to walk around in parks by the palaces or get lost in the labyrinths of tightly packed buildings in the city center.

You spent two weeks of your life with a complete stranger that by the end of the trip seemed closer to you than any friend you had before. Harry would listen to your rants and venting without making you feel bad for sharing certain things with him. He would talk to you about any exciting thing that happens to him throughout the day with an adorable look on his face. You didn’t know what caused the gleam in his eyes, but you were glad he was enjoying his time in Italy just as much as you did.

Harry had never enjoyed a trip to work this much before. He was full of excitement and positive energy. He would wake up every day thinking about you and places he could take you to. It was a little strange to be so vigorous, even for him. Skipping breakfast, in order to have ice-cream with you was something he had never done before for anyone.

What Harry didn’t know that the quivering and light trembling he felt every time he thought of you was none other than aborning love - the kind that gives life a meaning.

Harry knew that you didn’t live in Rome and you would have to go back home after your trip is over. However, the heart-sinking that Harry felt when you told him that your flight was in two days was indescribable. Was this really the end?

He was being a little bit dramatic, as you did exchange numbers, so you would be in touch, but it still wasn’t enough for him. The reason behind it was still a mystery to him.

When Harry invited you for dinner a day before you had to leave back home, you couldn’t hold back a genuine smile that made his heart flutter.

Here you were now - getting ready to go out to dinner with Mr. Harry Styled himself.

After applying a green graphic liner all over your eyelids, putting on a little bit of blush and a lipgloss, you stepped into your rufous-brown flares. You tugged a plain white T-shirt into them and put on a blue linen blazer. You walked out of your hotel room in brown loafers, grabbing the key and your bag on the way out.

You took a taxi to get to the restaurant where Harry was waiting for you. On the way to the restaurant, the butterflies in your stomach made themselves felt, surprising you.

“It’s just Harry. Why am I so anxious?”

When you paid the driver and walked out of the taxi, you could see a beautiful building in front of you. Its exterior reminded you of the Venice style of architecture. Dark olive tree leaves flooded the street, after being torn from the comfort of their branches by the cool wind.

You made your way to the entrance, where the doorman let you in and greeted you. The hostess came up to you and asked you about your reservation.

“Mr. Styles. I think he should already be here.” You answer her.

When she heard the name she turned to the doorman and asked him to escort you to your table. The doorman then leads you deeper into the restaurant, where the private booths are situated and pulls on a curtain of one of them to let you in.

You are greeted by a dreamy view.

Harry sat at the table in a creme colored suit and a white tank top. The candles in front of him illuminated the booth and their light reflected from him collar bones, so you could see the wings of his sparrows tattoo.

“Hi, Y/N! You look beautiful.” He softly smiled at you and you could see a light shade of pink appear on the apples of his cheeks.

“Hi, Harry. You look beautiful as well.” You smiled back at him and sat down opposite to him.

You could see his eyes scan your outfit and makeup.

“Does he think it’s too much?” Immediately, blood rushed to your cheeks as you blushed in embarrassment. “Here am I scaring people off being extra again. Great.”

Before you could let your mind sneer at you further, Harry spoke up.

“I love your makeup. I’ve never seen someone do their makeup like this. I guess it’s out of most people’s comfort zones. Looks beautiful on you. I-I mean everything does.” Harry’s voice died down by the end of the sentence, but you didn’t pay it any mind.

“Thank you so much. I try to experiment with clothes and makeup as much as possible. Makeup especially. I like using my face as a canvas. It takes time to get proper supplies to paint, but makeup is always around so I try not to lose any opportunities to have fun with it.”

While you skimmed through the menus, you discussed how you applied the wings so evenly and promised him to do his makeup one day. After choosing the main courses, Harry started telling you about the Gucci photoshoot that was now wrapping up.

“We’re almost done, so I think by the end of next week I’ll be going back home.” He started.

“That sounds wonderful, Harry. Do you think that you could send me more pictures when I leave? I’ll be far away from this beauty and I wouldn’t want it to leave my sight.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Harry muttered to himself.

“Hm?” You asked.

“No, no, nothing. I said I’ll make sure to send you as many pictures as I can.” He tried to brush it off, looking at you intently.

“Weird,” you thought but didn’t worry about it too much.

Throughout the dinner, you and Harry discussed so many different topics that you lost count by the end of it. Harry kept making jokes just to make you laugh over and over again, loving how the corners of your eyes creased when you laughed and how you had to wipe the tears his jokes caused to see clearly.

By the end of the dinner, the laughter died down and Harry’s mood became the opposite of what it was when you entered the booth.

“Hey, is something wrong? You seem upset.” You carefully started.

“No, everything is alright, love, don’t worry.” He quickly answered.

Love. That sounded so nice.

You chose not to bother him further and chose to tell him pleasant stories instead, but he wouldn’t let this weird melancholy go. Even the sweetness of dessert didn’t make it better.

“My mom used to tell me that if even a dessert doesn’t make your problems go away, you’re in deep shit.” You tried to lighten the mood.

You could now see a little smile growing on Harry’s face. The little smile slowly grew into a wide grin, which later on grew into a burst of guttural laughter. Harry kept laughing so hard that he felt the need to cover his face with his hands. Saying that you were proud of yourself was an understatement.

You just sat there with a stupid smile on your face staring at him in awe. “He’s really cute.”

When Harry’s laughter died down he looked at you with a sad smile on his face.

“I will miss y’so much.” He looked at you full of sincerity and tenderness.

You furrowed your brows at him and you let your chin fall on your palm, as your elbow found its place on the surface of the table.

“But I’m here.” You gave him a soft smile and let your eyes run over his frame. He looked completely defeated. There was nothing left of the happy, constantly-beaming-with-life Harry that you’ve spent the last two weeks with.

“You’re leaving tomorrow. You won’t be here anymore.” He let his eyes fall on the candles that slowly melted to their death. As the white wax dripped down the side of the candle, Harry could feel his time with you slip away as well.

“We can still text, right?” You tried to soothe the pain that he seems to be going through.

“That’s not the same.” He lets out a sigh full of frustration before looking up at you with sadness dwelling his eyes.

“I want to be around you. Physically. You made this trip the best one in my entire life just by blessing me with your presence.” Harry felt the now-familiar fluttering in his stomach as he let those gentrice words leave his mouth.

You couldn’t stop yourself from frowning, confused by his honesty.

“How am I supposed to go on with my life when I always feel the need to be around you? And I’ve only known you for what? Two weeks?” Harry speaks again, letting all of his frustration with the situation out.

You kept looking at him not knowing what to say. “If he’s being honest, I should be honest, too.” You thought and let your heart guide you.

“I don’t know why, but I feel the same way. You’ve made these two weeks magical and I don’t think I have ever been happier. I don’t want to leave.” You were the one to watch the candle melting now. With every drop of hot wax, you had less and less time together. It was closer and closer to the time of your departure. You felt unbounded sadness overflow you.

Harry looked at you and you could almost see gears turning in his head.

“Stay with me,” Harry asks you, staring right into your eyes, which were now staring back into his.

“What?” You ask confusingly.

“Stay with me. Don’t leave.” Harry spoke softer this time.

Harry knew it was a lot to ask of a stranger, but he also knew that you were far from being strangers after these two weeks full of tenderness and growing adoration for life. It felt like you’ve known each other in past lives. Like you were meant to meet in Rome and never part again.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and let yourself reach for his hand, which laid on the table.

“Stay with you?” You repeated his words under your breath.

“Stay with me.” Harry whispered. His face softened as he let his face come closer to yours with the table still between you.

You mirrored his actions and let your eyes fall on his pink lips. He noticed you looking and took it as a sign to come closer.

“I will stay.” You answered him. Your faces were a few inches away. When Harry heard you, his eyes went wide and he moved his face even closer to yours to a point where your lips were almost touching.

“May I?” He asked not allowing him lips to touch yours yet.

What a fucking man.

“Kiss me, you fool.” You spoke into his lips.

Harry chuckled, pushing his lips to connect them with yours.

Your kiss was interrupted by the waiter, who opened the curtains of the private booth. When he saw you kissing, he felt blood rush to his face.

“Oh, Io chiedo sinceramente scusa.“

The waiter seemed so flustered that he forgot all the little English he knew.

Harry moved away from you and turned to the waiter, who stood by the table with the receipt in his hand.

“Non ti preoccupare.” Harry spoke back to the waiter, surprising you both and reached for his wallet.

He placed his credit card in the receipt folder that the waiter passed him and thanked him, turning back to you.

“You speak Italian?” You asked him for completely bewildered by your new finding.

“That’s the Italian I know.” He smiled at you and reached for your cheek.

“That was so awkward, Harry.” You mumbled against his hand, closing your eyes in embarrassment.

“Oh, c’mon. Could it really be more awkward than trying to kiss properly with a table full of burning candles in our way?” He joked before pulling you closer and letting your laughter intertwine with his breath before continuing.

“Let’s pick it up where we left off now.”

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Io chiedo sinceramente scusa. - I sincerely apologize.

Non ti preoccupare. - Don’t worry about it.

© all right belong to stylesberries. do not repost or modify.

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What a Beautiful Wedding Ch. 1: A Sense of Poise and Rationality

Summary: “What a beautiful wedding” says a bridesmaid to a waiter. “And, yes, but what a shame. What a shame . . . 

Nothing bad happens here, I promise.

A/N: The music swells, the curtain lifts. Ladies, gentlemen, and all configurations of being: the show has begun . . .

Titles here are from Panic! at the Disco’s “I Write Sins not Tragedies”.

Okay, so this one’s been a bear to write so this might be uploaded a couple chapters today and the rest over the next day or two.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Eric looked at himself in the mirror as Roman set the final touches on his hair. His dark hair had small braids with tiny beads designed to catch the sunlight. His suit was an off-white color and his wrists were decorated with intricate bangles that kept his nerves from activating his powers and setting things on fire.

Despite the suits and dresses and other formal attire all the heroes were still in their masks. Secrecy was still important and they knew the press would be nearby. The only exception would be Eric, who got glasses enchanted, courtesy of the Host, to protect his identity from anyone who shouldn’t know it.

“And voila!” Roman announced and did a little excited jump, spinning the chair marginally and holding up a mirror so that Eric could see the back of his head.

“Awww, you look so cute,” Patton told him.

“R-eally?” Eric ducked his head nervously.

“Positively radiant, my dear,” Roman boasted, his red dress swishing as he twirled. “Not an eye will be able to look away from you.”

Eric’s eyes widened fearfully.

“Nice going Princey,” Virgil spoke up from across the room.

“They’ll look in a good way,” Roman promised. “They’ll see you and realize that you are the most beautiful man in the world.”

“B-ut that’s Illy,” Eric managed to force out.

Roman paused to think on that, “Well I won’t deny that he’s obnoxiously good looking but now you can give him a run for his money.”

Randall walked in, “How we lookin’[1]?”

Twisting around the chair, Roman grinned as he motioned to Eric. “Marvel at this masterpiece. I dare say Da Vinci nor Monet could have done better.”

“Very handsome,” Randall told Eric, both childhood friends smiling at each other. “Just came from checkin’ on the other groom. We’re just waiting fer a final sweep ‘a the area to make sure it’s alright.”[2]

“Alright,” Eric said.

On the other side of the building, Illinois was fiddling with his bow tie as he checked his hair and suit in the mirror.

“How’s it looking?” Illinois asked, his eyes moving to look at his adopted brother in the mirror.

“Nothing is amiss,” the Host told him.

“Marv still isn’t back,” Chase reminded. “I don’t like it. I haven’t heard a peep from him.”

“The Host spoke with Marvin, he is on his way back to the city with the Blade and the Angel of Death,” the Host took a seat. “While they will be late for the ceremony, Illinois and the attendants will find that they will arrive just in time.”

“Okay,” Illinois took a deep breath. He didn’t touch his lucky coin, he wanted today to be a good day. A perfect day.

He’d been trying to play his safe for months to hoard as much magic as possible. No adventures. No fights. Not even a card game with his siblings.

Because Eric deserved nice things. He deserved to be happy and safe.

After a while Dark checked his pocket watch, and Illinois walked out with him and the Host. The blind seer headed on ahead to wait with the other groomsmen.

Dark waited at one end of a long rug that led to a big outdoor gazebo with a dark wood roof. Chairs led up to the gazebo and had wooden structures protecting it from any accidental rain or glare from the sun. A matching rug was one that Randall would lead Eric down. The two grooms would meet in the middle and then walk up to the altar where Jackie, who had taken the online classes needed to officiate marriages.

The Entity paused, waiting for the signal from the organ that Dark could start walking. But he looked over at Illinois. The young man was looking around, his hand reaching into his pocket and resisted trying to pull out his lucky coin.

In the demon’s mind he thought of little Illinois, barely at chest level, with wide eyes that hungered for adventure but a body too small to take him there.

Dark had never liked thinking about how big Illinois had gotten. It reminded him that Illinois would walk out of his life and become his own person. It’s just . . . it had all been so wonderful while it lasted.

Illinois looked over at Dark and smiled. “Hey, 아빠[3].”

“Illinois,” Dark answered, trying to keep Damien quiet and invisible. Dark had to keep his hands to himself and his feelings out of the way. This was all for Illinois. He took a second to take a deep breath and schooled his features. “I’ll have your portion of the city ready for when you get back.”

“What?” Illinois asked, mostly in confusion.

But then the music began and Dark was offering his elbow. Illinois took it and promised himself that when he could pull Dark away again they’d talk. He didn’t like the tone Dark had taken when he’d said that.

Illinois and Dark stepped in time to the music and all too soon he saw Eric, his hands gripping onto Randall’s arm. He almost tripped when his eyes met Illinois’s.

Then all too soon, they were within arms reach. Illinois reached out to take Eric’s arm and they walked up. To Illinois, Eric looked like an angel he’d somehow snagged out of the sky and convinced to stay with him.

They walked down the aisle and Illinois kept the pace slow so that Eric wouldn’t have a single problem walking down the aisle. Dark and Randall followed them up.

Everything was going perfectly.

Illinois and Eric were looking at each other and Jackie opened his mouth to start the ceremony, when someone else walked down the aisle.

“I’m here!” Someone in a red tux announced. A smile as sharp as glass. “Shame on you, Damien, I almost missed the whole thing.”

Everyone immediately looked at the Actor, Dark got in front of Illinois as the young man was trying to push Eric towards Jackie.

“Get out,” Dark snarled in a furious growl.

“You’d done your job, step aside,” Actor snapped out a dark mass of aura and batted Dark to the side, the Entity slamming into the organ and let out a pained cough.

“아빠!”[3] Illinois called out. Yancy, who was closer, immediately raced to Dark’s side but the Entity shoved him away from both him and the Actor.

“I will admit,” Marc smiled as he waltzed down the aisle, “I didn’t recognize you at first. That’s my bad. But I did try and talk to you, and it’s quite an oversight not to personally invite me.”

Dark pushed himself back up to a kneeling position, his ringing shrill and aura coiling around.

“I didn’t invite you because you’re a piece of shit and you just attacked my dad, so fuck off,” Illinois snarled. He started trying to move over to Dark but the Actor slid into his path.

“Not possible,” Actor smiled, gesturing to himself. “Daddy’s here now and we don’t need . . .”

Actor glared back at Dark, “. . . to be worried about extraneous characters.”

“Get the hell out of here, I don’t want you anywhere near my family,” Illinois snarled.

“Oh, junior,” Marc smiled. “I’m trying to help you. Think of it: father and son. We’d take the world by storm.”

Illinois felt fury, thinking off all the foster homes and awful situations he’d been in, “Even if you were, you can fuck right the fuck off!”

Behind the Actor, Ranboo was trying to inch closer to Dark. He’d been sitting with the rest of the heroes. But he was trying to quietly summon up a portal to get Dark away from the Actor but when he inched too close the Actor spun around and slammed his aura into the young teen, knocking him back.

“If I wanted to take on the peanut gallery, I would have called you up,” Actor snapped.

“Enderwalk!” Virgil called out and raced over to him as the teen slammed against the wall of the gazebo and let out a grunt of pain. Immediately the room seemed to snap out of whatever haze they were in and moved as Marc moved to attack Ranboo again. Tubbo was already the closest.

Ranboo braced for the attack to hit but in the nick of time, there was a shattering of glass and Techno emerged from one of the eye portals. Shield and axe in hand he deflected the shot and blew a hole in the roof of the gazebo.

“I’m gonna have to stop you right there,” Techno smiled. “Come on, kid, I saw you using a weapon before, come on.”

“Boo,” Tubbo moved in as Phil and Marvin raced in.

“Anyone dead yet?” Marvin demanded.

“Bout time yeh showed up,”[4] Chase spat, pulled out his gun, a real one and aimed it at the Actor’s head.

Snarling in anger, the Actor exploded into black mist, making Chase miss his shot and nicked Illinois right in the face by accident.

Actor grabbed Dark and stabbed him with a dragged he pulled out of his black mist. “I don’t like being teased, Dames.”

With a slice, Dark screamed and the Actor pulled out a black day planner. “If you want something done right you should just do it yourself.”

Magic began to swirl around the Actor as bubbles began to form. They swelled in size and began to fill the room.

Bing began to visibly freak out and used his nanites to push Mini and Oliver away with his nanites, throwing them outside the gazebo just as a bubble expanded to snap up the rest of the androids.

In an instant the city rumbled and Dark . . .

. . . . . .

Dark woke up in bed.

He glared at the faintly glowing clock on the distant wall. It was barely a half-hour before he had to get up so there was no point in going back to sleep.

He smiled faintly when he heard Wilford snoring, the man splayed out to Dark’s left. The softer snores were from Chase who was cuddled up into Dark’s chest.

With a smile softening his features Dark decided: maybe he could sleep in a few more minutes.

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Post A/N: . . . Okay I lied big time.

Accessibility Translations:

1. looking

2. Just came from checking on the other groom. We’re just waiting for a final sweep of the area to make sure it’s alright

3. Dad. Informal, read phonetically as: Appa.

4. About time you showed up

[radiorenjun]

I just rewatched crazy rich asians and a sudden scenario popped up in my head lol. Can you do a nct dream reaction to you coming from an insanely rich fam but you did not tell them after years of being together (like they thought you were poor) I really like your fics uwuu💗luv youuu🥺

God now this is making me want to watch Crazy Rich Asians. Anyways.

Mark Lee

You both have been dating since your first year in college. The day you told him you were the daughter of one of the most successful people in the country, his jaw dropped. I mean, considering how you live in a small apartment back when you two were in your early years of dating.

He remembers the day your mother decided to visit the two of you to meet Mark for the first time. Your mother was a very famous and inspiring talk show host and your father was the owner of a very well known hospital. You could barely hold back your laughter when you saw him practically try to scoop his jaw back up when he watched your mother walk out of a Tesla X car.

"You're (Y/M/N)'s daughter? One of the richest people in the industry?!" Mark exclaimed exasperatedly a few minutes after your mother left. Your mother had brought over fancy seafood with some rare caviar and 24k gold pieces sprinkled on top for dinner. 'I wanted to make a good first impression' she said with a casual shrug as you all sat at your dining table.

"Uh... I wouldn't consider myself rich, persay" you laughed. "Oh my god, you're the daughter of one of the most famous talk shows in the industry." Mark dramatically collapsed on the couch, his hand came up to cup his mouth dramatically as if he just found out you were secretly an alien disguised as Michael Jackson.

"Oh come on, it's not that of a big deal, Mark." you whined, sitting beside him and shaking his arm. "Chenle is probably richer than me," you added as you placed a peck on his cheek as he sighed. "I guess you're right."

"Can I ask you something, though?" he muttered, leaning his head against yours as you leaned against his shoulder. You hummed in response, moving your hand to play with his fingers. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked in a small voice, a pout evident on his lips.

You pondered for a moment before shrugging, "I don't know, I wanted to tell you at first when we started dating but then I forgot bout it. I rarely call my parents since they're so busy," you smiled sheepishly at him.

"That explains the Rolex watch you gave me for Christmas," he uttered. "Okay, for the record, those were from my own savings!" you shot back defensively with a laugh, smacking his arm gently. "Oh so now you're bragging bout being rich," he teased.

Huang Renjun

You were both planned on going to a an art gallery date Renjun found on the internet for your two year anniversary. What you didn't know was that the gallery he was talking bout was actually one of your grandfather's art gallery. It was safe to say that the poor boy was practically trying to scoop his jaw back up when he saw the owner of the gallery he saw online giving you a big hug.

You were surprised his jaw was still intact with his face when you told him that the owner was your grandfather. He then remembered the time when you told him your grandfather really like to paint alot, hence your magnificent talent that landed you in a scholarship with one of the biggest art colleges in the country.

“So, your grandfather owns like, what, ten galleries all over the country?” Renjun gaped as you walked side by side down the halls filled with paintings after you introduced him to your grandfather. You shrugged sheepishly, staring up at one of the paintings, swinging your intertwined hands as you walked.”Does this mean you’re like rich? Crazy rich?” Renjun added.

“You’re blowing this out of proportion.” You chuckled, watching Renjun give you a blank stare. “I’m not! I’m just in shock that my girlfriend’s family are aristocrats and could end my life in a heartbeat!” he exclaimed, causing you to let out a soft laugh.

“I’m not necessarily rich like that. But I will inherit all this when my grandfather retires.” You shrugged. “Damn, I never thought I’d be dating a billionaire. This seems like an unexpected climax of a really weird movie” he muttered, running his thumb over your knuckles as you giggled.

“We’re not billionaires, you drama queen. Why does it matter to you anyways if my family’s kinda wealthy?” you raised your brow with a teasing grin, making your boyfriend let out a scoff. “It makes me seem like a peasant standing next to you, your highness,” he rolled his eyes in a sardonic tone. You laughed, smacking him lightly on his arm as you gave him a soft peck on his cheek.

“At least you’ll be my peasant.”

“That sounds like you bought me off of an auction for slavery. I didn’t know you were this kinky, Y/N.”

“Don’t make me dump you on our second anniversary in front of my grandfather, Huang.”

Lee Jeno

He really didn’t see this coming. One year and seven months ago, you seem like the average college student joining sororities to not spend as much money, like he did. You seemed like the average broke college student, spending your days eating cheap ramen from the supermarket, making chocolate truffles with a coffee maker and trying out those Buzzfeed videos where they make three full course meals using house hold items.

Hell, even your friends didn’t know bout this. Well, maybe they did. But nothing would prepare Lee Jeno the absolute shock he was bout to feel when he found out that you and your older sibling owned a really fancy five star hotel that seems only celebrities went to. Hell, you even had your own personal presidential suite and an infinity pool!

“How did you even get money to pay for all this?” Jeno gaped as he entered the room, putting his bag on the chair beside the door that looks as if it costed more than his own life. It probably did, though.”Uh...” you bit your lip as you heard a loud booming voice yell out your name.

“Baby sis!”

Jeno’s eyes were wide and filled with surprise as he saw someone who could’ve been mistaken as the president’s child come up and give you a big hug and a pinch on the cheeks. “Is this the Jeno you’ve been talking bout to mom and dad? Quite the charmer, I’d say,” your sibling grinned, as Jeno stretched his hand out and introduced himself, masking his confusion with a light smile.

Jeno politely asked who this person who had their arm slung over your shoulder and pinching your cheeks red, causing your sibling to laugh. “You really went all out with the broke college act to the point you just don’t mention your own family anymore, huh?” they laughed. Jeno was beyond astonished to find out that your parents were extremely loaded that they bought a really expensive hotel for vacation purposes just for you and your relatives to use.

Turns out you had a whole broke college student act to discover a new lifestyle out of the rich and easy one. Plus, you really liked interacting with people, hence why you joined a sorority. Jeno would eventually get over it after you explained everything, still baffled that his girlfriend had the money to pay child support for his great great grandchildren.

“Am I in heaven?” Jeno jokes as he ran his hand over his wet hair, watching you get into the tub with him, holding a fancy cup filled with wine. “Don’t get used to it, Lee. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Tomorrow it’ll be back to making poached salmon in a coffee maker.” You laughed, taking a sip of your wine as you snuggled closer to his chest.

“Good to know, nothing has changed. Despite having a girlfriend that could cover my future descendants expenses.”

“You’re really not letting this go, are you?”

“You can’t blame a man for overthinking. Oh god, the day I’ll be meeting your parents would probably be equivalent to meeting the King and Queen of England.”

Lee Donghyuck

Precious boy would be shocked but not that shocked. You get me?

He’s gonna act all dramatic at first, putting a hand on his chest how you just told him this big thing bout yourself after a year of dating. He found out through a really unexpected meetup with your parents, jaw gaping once he found out that both of your parents are rich ceo’s of really big insurance companies. 

Apparently, your parents decided to pick you up for a small vacation to Paris. Being the extras that they are, they made an extravagant dramatic entrance in your multimillion limo, offering Hyuck a ride home in the process. Lowkey the whole car ride was him just being so speechless that you, yourself was surprised to see your usually goofy and loud boyfriend so silent and speechless.

Low key he felt kinda insecure now that he’s met your parents. What if they don’t like him because they thought he wasn’t good enough to be a part of their family? Or rich enough to even be your boyfriend. Though the light conversation your mother had sparked up eased him, feeling relieved that at least your mom liked him, despite your dad being to busy with work to even spare him a glance instead of looking up from his laptop.

The next time you meet up was on a cafe date three days afterward. “I can’t believe I just met your richass parents.” was the first thing he said to you that day. You cackled at his horrified expression as he stares at you as if he had committed arson, chewing his muffin softly as he spoke.

“Relax you big baby, they like you already. They thought you were nice and polite, and quiet.” that last part sounds so wrong you instantly gulped down your milkshake. “If only they knew how much sorcery you have to make me still date you despite how you act like a worm on a heatstroke.” you shuddered.

He let out a sarcastic laugh in response, shoving what’s left in his pistachio muffin into your mouth to shut you up. You giggled, humming at the taste as your boyfriend chuckled.There was a brief moment of silence as you chewed the rest of his muffin before Donghyuck spoke up.

“I never thought my life would come to the day where I have a girlfriend who has a possible chance of being my Sugar Mommy.”

“LEE DONGHYUCK!”

Na Jaemin

He wouldn't be that surprised, really. Finding out that you’re the daughter of a famous k-drama director was quite unexpected considering he was the casted as the main character of this k-drama meaning he had to work harder to make your dad like him. He was beyond astonished to find you visiting the studio with your mother to celebrate your parent’s anniversary in a really expensive Korean Barbeque restaurant that seems even Lee Sooman couldn’t afford to get in.

After finding out Jaemin was THE Na Jaemin you were dating, your parents invited him to join you and your family for dinner. He was a nervous wreck in front of your parents. Not only they were successful and could get him kicked out of the role in a heartbeat if he didn’t make a good first impression, they were rich too. If he plans to marry you, he’s gonna have to be praying to God that this dinner goes smoothly.

Lowkey the thought of you being rich didn’t faze him that much but he was worried your parents might not approve of him considering he wasn’t as successful as they were. Of course, with the constant habit of bringing him up during family dinners that you had developed, they were quite happy to see such a sweet caring boy had the possibility of being their son-in-law.

Believe me, it was their words, not mine.

“MOM! You can’t say things like that!” you whined, burying your head in your hands as he giggled, his hold on your other hand tightening under the table. “What? You two are already in a committed relationship for fourteen months already, and you’re still in that honeymoon phase, unlike your father here who acts as if I was the bane of his existence.” your mother jokes.

“That’s because you are.” you father teased. “Jaemin is a nice boy, having him as a son in law would be great addition to the family.” he added as your face flushed red even more when you felt Jaemin squeeze your hand. Jaemin had a wide smile displayed on his face, his own cheeks flushed red at your parent’s words.

“Maybe one day,” he smiled to himself as he stared at your whole embarrassed being sitting in front of your millionaire parents.

Zhong Chenle

I need more Chenle gifs. Anyways

Most definitely will plan to buy the whole SM Entertainment with you to prevent mistreatment for his foreign hyungs and dongsaengs. Honestly it’s just gonna be so funny for him to find out that you were from a wealthy family as well. No wonder you could afford the latest Dior bag the moment it got released, and bought him the limited edition of the latest Kingdom Hearts game.

At some point of his life, he thought you were secretly stealing money from the bank or something. He found out when he visited your hometown for the first time for a Summer Tour. He didn’t think he’d be staying at a private mansion-like villa. Of course, you invited the other Dream members to stay over so their manager wouldn’t have to struggle with finding a super expensive hotel with high level security.

From then on, every special event is like a gift-giving competition to see either who bought the most items or the most expensive one to make the other feel guilty.

“No. You didn’t.” you gasped, glaring at your boyfriend who just grinned mischievously, despite the fact that he had bought so much stuff that he doesn’t even remember which gift that was. “I did,” he grinned proudly as he watched you pull out those aesthetic acrylic photos with a spotify link on the top from tiktok. “Dammit, you beat me to it.” you pouted, pulling a shopping bag from your side of gifts to pull out an acrylic stand of the two of you on your first date with your shared playlist link on spotify on it.

“That’s so sweet, y/n. I love it, even thought you practically lost this one.” he grinned cheekily. “Lost?” you raised your brows, questioningly. "Honestly, this feels more of a competition than an endearing moment to remember," you mused.

"Not my fault you spoiled me, it's only fair if I spoil you back." Chenle laughed. "What kind of girlfriend I would be if I didn't spoil my hard working boyfriend?" you grinned, letting out a small giggle afterwards as you pulled out another shopping bag from your side to give to your loving boyfriend.

"A rich one," Haechan muttered as he entered the room.

Park Jisung

The day he found out you were loaded was the day he finally got to sleepover at your house when he got a clear schedule. In your 8 months of dating, you two never got to hang out in your house as you both were too busy with your own things to even have a decent date without instant ramen and 6 other males involved.

He expected you to live in a normal minimalistic house. You've sent him hilarious pictures of yourself posing dramatically in your living room with the caption, 'paint me like one of your French girls' at the bottom. He knew you had some kind of minimalistic house with the beige couch and potted plants in the background.

But the picture on his phone was nothing compared to the reality of what your house actually looked like. He swore the entrance to your house was almost four times larger than his own size, and that's saying something. Poor boy was practically trying to scoop his jaw back up when he saw the gigantic chandelier hovering over the two of you in the living room.

"How are you not scared of being crushed by glorious diamonds every day?" was what he said when you dragged him to your room with his eyes lingering on the gigantic chandelier and your fingers wrapped around his wrist. You laughed, shrugging as you pulled him through the long hallway filled with gigantic frames of you and your family.

When he entered you bedroom, he practically dropped his dufflebag to the floor. "I brought my pillow for nothing then," Jisung gaped as he saw your king-sized bed that could fit three or possibly four people. "Are you sure you're not some aristocrat? You're basically living off of the We Boom era," Jisung chuckled incredulously as he watch you collapse on your bed.

"Excuse me, Mr. Idol At Thirteen. You're way more richer than I am," you giggled as Jisung walked over and slumped on the bed beside you, humming at the fluffiness of your freshly washed sheets. "That's clearly inaccurate, y/n. I feel offended you never told me that you're basically a billionaire," Jisung pouted jokingly.

You rolled your eyes, "shut up, Park. I live off of instant noodles and homemade omelettes, I'm no different from you." you booped Jisung's nose, causing him to scrunch up his face in an adorable manner. He looked up to see the paintings of baby angels on your ceiling, it was like some kind of museum.

"I bet you secretly have 60 credit cards in your wallet." he mumbled to himself, eyes still staring at you in disbelief as you gave him an incredulous expression. "Jisung. I'm not that rich, really." you deadpanned, "you saved me from going broke by refusing my offer to pay on dates." you joked.

Jisung laughed, "watch what you're saying, y/n. I don't think I'm ever paying for our dates ever again after this sleepover," he pointed a finger at you. You rolled your eyes, pushing his finger away from your face as you continued to bask in each others presence.

"Does this mean you're finally gonna let me pay though? I'm ordering pizza."

"Not happening, L/N."

A/n: IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I PROCRASTINATE ALOT IM SORRY THIS WAS SO BAD I-