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bullet-prooflove · 9 months

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The Convention-Part One: Inked - Hank Loza x Reader

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Hank always attends the San Diego tattoo convention. It’s a weekend event hosted at the Convention Centre, with a couple of nights stay over at the Hilton next door. He usually heads up early on the Thursday for set up and comes home on the Monday. It’s a long few days. The show usually opens at 11am but he’s always early, making sure everything he needs is ready and working and it closes out at 11pm. Usually he grabs drinks with a couple of the other artists afterwards.

It's the fifth year he’s been working alongside Nina in his booth. The Padre crowd, the other artists call them because of where they hail from. They may have separate studios but the two of them have been collaborating since he took her on as an apprentice seven years ago. This is her first time entering one of the competitions, which is a crime because her work with watercolour pieces is phenomenal. He’ll be surprised if she doesn’t rank in the top three.

Just the fact she’s participating will raise her profile exponentially. He’s been urging her to for years, but she’s always been self-conscious about her work, especially around so many other skilled artists. It’s only in the last year that that has changed, and Hank thinks that’s because of her relationship with Creeper. He’s watched her confidence soar since she’d taken up with the club’s Road Captain. They’re good for each other, he sees them laugh a lot more these days and it warms something inside of him. Both are patient and resilient, each one has struggled with their own demons in the past and come off better for it. He knew the instant he introduced them outside the community centre that they would be a good match.

Hank glances at his schedule on the wall before he dips his rotary tattoo pen into the black ink cup. It’s almost end of day on Friday and he has a three hour slot booked in after he’s finished shading the anchor he’s tattooing onto Bishop’s chest. He rarely takes walk-ins anymore, he did in his first couple of years but he prefers the structure of a schedule, it’s easier for him to book onto some of the seminars he wants to attend, or for prep. They still have to use the Artist’s Area when they print of their stencils and transfers, and it can be a pain in the ass if there’s a backlog. He prefers to get his shit organised on a client-by-client basis, so he knows what he’s doing with each one. When he takes that step away from the booth to collect the next stencil it gives him the time to recalibrate and attune his focus.

It’s when he wipes away the excess ink from the tattoo just over Bishop’s heart that he senses your presence. He hears the slight creak of the chair behind him as you sit down and glances over his shoulder to see you sitting there, putting away the camera you use for photographing the event back into it's case. It’s an expensive bit of kit and he always lets you stash it behind the table at the front of the booth when he’s inking you.

Both Nina and him are using Nestor as their assistant today, the other man is thorough and quick, something they need when they have to turn things around quickly. Out of the two Prospects, Bottles is the more personable which is why he’s on front of house. His amiable persona sets people at ease and draws them in, both his and Nina’s diaries are filling up months in advance and Hank has to admit, it’s thanks to Bottles.

You mouth the word ‘hi’ when your eyes meet, and he finds himself smiling before he turns back to Bishop to work on the last part of the shading. Bishop registers the change in his expression, his gaze straying over Hank’s shoulder.

“She’s pretty.” Bishop murmurs, his tone low enough so only the two of them can hear it over the buzz of the tattoo gun.

“I know.” Hank says as he places his palm on the other man’s chest and adds a darker shade of ink to the curvature of the anchor. “She gets prettier ever year.”

He’s never told Bishop or any of the guys about you. This is their first year attending the convention and they have their sights set on other things. Nestor’s already booked in with Nina for one of her later slots, he’s been taken with her watercolour work for a while and is getting a rose inked onto the space underneath his collarbone. His is one of the pieces she intends to showcase at the competition later on. Bottles has his eye on a couple of seminars, there’s some taster sessions in piercing he’s interested in. Creeper’s here for Nina and Bishop as a model for Hank’s compeition entry.

Only Nina has some knowledge of what Hank gets up to once the shows over and he knows that girl keeps her confidences even with Creeper.

This thing between the two of you started four years ago when you slipped into one of his rare free slots, he hasn’t looked back since. He’s done all of the work on your body, from the Medusa tattoo on your left bicep to the Grecian vase featuring one of the muses on your right forearm. He did the laurel wreath on your wrist last year after you’d won an award for your photography collection ‘The Ancient Art’ – documenting different tattoo methods throughout the world. Some of the practices such as Handtapping dated back over 2000 years ago and the work you were showcasing was truly stunning. He’s looked it up online after you mentioned it and he was completely blown away.

“They call her the Tattoo Journalist.” Hank tells Bishop as he sets down the tattoo pen and uses the alcohol pad to wipe away the excess ink. “She does a lot of traveling to different countries documenting art forms, covering events like this and interviewing different artists. We catch up once a year.”

He bundles the wipe up in his gloved hand before tossing it in the trash.

“I bet you do.” Bishop remarks, his gaze returning to you as Bottles hands you the electronic tablet so that you can sign the consent form.

Hank says nothing. He doesn’t want to discuss his relationship with you, the fact it’s started to get more complicated over the past year. It started off as casual sex, the two of you sharing a couple of drinks before participating in some mind blowing sex at the end of each day. Once the weekend was over you’d go back to your life and he’d go back to his. It happened again the following year and then the next. It became the thing he looked forward to when he attended the conventions, seeing you again.

You never stayed the night, preferring to slip out of his sheets and return to your own room, he would catch glimpses of you throughout the day, just in passing before you met in the bar and went back to his room. It was last year that everything had seemed to change. He’d fallen asleep in the immediate aftermath on the Sunday night and woken up Monday morning to find your number propped up on the hotel nightstand.

The two of you had spent the past twelve months intermittently texting back and forth. Sometimes it was sexts, memories of nights locked away in the Hilton hotel room. He’d called you once and you’d gotten off to the sound of his voice in a hotel room in Argentina. However, most times it was just normal stuff, pictures of random stuff you’d come across in your travels, questions like what the hell is gelato and is it any different from ice cream? How his mom was doing after her fall.

All of these seem like indicators that you could potentially be interested in more but he’s not sure whether to broach that topic because the past few years you’ve had a really good thing and he’s terrified of ruining it.

“You’re done.” He tells Bishop as he sticks the cellophane over the small tattoo and uses medical tape to hold it in place. “I need you back there for 7pm for the Judging.”

Bishop grunts his response before he picks up his shirt from the coat hook Hank had installed during the setup of the booth and pulls it on over his shoulders. Hank rolls his stool backwards, allowing Nestor space to clean down as he peels off his black latex gloves and throws them into the trash.

“Hey.” He says as he raises to his feet, ignoring the twinge in his lower back from sitting in the same position for too long.

“Hank.” You say with that sunny smile of yours and he feels all of that apprehension melt away as you lean in, lips brushing over his cheek.

You smell like daisies, a fresh subtle scent that clings to your skin. It takes everything in him not to kiss you right there and then, in front of everyone. He wishes he could fuck off the rest of the day and take you back to the hotel, spend the entire weekend worshipping you with his lips and tongue.

Instead, he pulls away and drinks in the sight of you instead. You’re wearing a white t shirt with black shorts and tights with Doc Martins, your favourite pair with the roses up the side, an acid washed denim jacket thrown over the top. Compared to some of the sights he’s seen today, you look practically conservative.

“You just get in?” He asks you, his fingers trailing over the lanyard until he reaches the laminated press pass.

“A few hours ago.” You tell him, before tilting your head towards your camera case. “Jay Reno paid me to do some exclusive shots of his booth, so I had to get them squared off before I could come over, you know he’s a complete diva.”

He does know. He’d seen Jay lose his shit when he’d hired a marketing assistant last year who posted something he didn’t like on social media. There was nothing wrong with the post according to Nina, Jay just didn’t like the way the light caught him. It didn’t warrant the reaction that he had.

Nestor clears his throat indicating he’s done with the reset and Hank jerks his head towards the chair indicating for you to take a seat. You comply before rolling up the t shirt sleeve on your right arm, so it sits above your shoulder cap. Nestor hands him the tablet and Hank shows you the design once more.

It’s an epitaph to the Hades and Persephone myth. An ornate frame surrounded by roses and daisies. There’s an anatomical heart in the centre, two hands, one skeletal and one feminine reaching for it. The outlining alone will take three hours, you’ll have to come back for the shading, but Hank doesn’t have a problem with that.

“You still in love?” He asks you.

His heart skips a beat when you look him dead in the eye and say “Yes.”

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uwmspeccoll · 7 months

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Shakespeare Weekend!

It is time to say adieu to our Limited Editions Club adventure as we present the last volume, Shakespeare’s dramatic comedy, The Winter's Tale, the thirty-seventh volume of the thirty-seven volume The Comedies Histories & Tragedies of William Shakespeare, published by the Limited Editions Club (LEC) from 1939-1940. We will have, however, plenty of other material from our Shakespeare collection to present in the coming weeks. The Winter’s Tale was written and performed in 1611 but was not published until its inclusion in the First Folio of 1623. The play was heavily influenced by Robert Greene’s prose Pandosto: A Triumph of Time, although Shakespeare made several plot changes, most notably saving the life of Hermione.

British artist Albert Rutherston’s (1881-1953) water-color drawings illustrate The Winter’s Tale with colorfully simple narratives based on his set design for the Granville-Barker production of The Winter’s Tale in 1912. Rutherston studied art at the Slade School of Fine Art in London and experienced widespread fame upon completion with paintings on display at the British Museum, Tate Gallery, and the Victoria and Albert Museum. He has illustrated dozens of children’s books, designed stage decorations for ballets, and created posters for the London Underground. It is said his work does not stir the soul but soothes the eye as can be seen in the pleasant watercolors published here. The black outlines of the drawings were printed from line plates with actual watercolor applied through stencils at the atelier of Jean Saudé in Paris.

The volume was printed in an edition of 1950 copies at the Press of A. Colish. Each of the LEC volumes of Shakespeare’s works are illustrated by a different artist, but the unifying factor is that all volumes were designed by famed book and type designer Bruce Rogers and edited by the British theatre professional and Shakespeare specialist Herbert Farjeon. Our copy is number 1113, the number for long-standing LEC member Austin Fredric Lutter of Waukesha, Wisconsin.

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View more Shakespeare Weekend posts and stay tuned as we dig into our collection for more Shakespeare materials!

-Jenna, Special Collections Graduate Intern

#shakespeare weekend #shakespeare #william shakespeare #a winter's tale #albert rutherston #Jean Saudé #watercolor #pochoir #illustrations #limited editions club #lec #press of a. colish #bruce rogers #herbert farjeon #Jenna

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noxturnallyevermore · 10 months

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it was such a small scene, literally like 30 seconds, if that

but when dustin is telling max about the hellfire shirts, he says "we make them ourselves"

when I heard this, I interpreted it as each member literally making their own shirt rather than, like, the club pitching in to have the shirt made by someone else or a machine

and now that I'm actually putting proper thought into, what if that is literally the case?

each and every member of hellfire makes their own club shirt, there's probably a stencil so the demon is the same on each shirt, but literally imagine that each shirt is different, unique to the person it belongs to

they're all different brands, maybe thrifted shirts or really old ones, a vast selection of blank canvases, all with the signature devil stencil (likely made by eddie) with the same colors, but then each member adds their own little touch to it, crudely drawn dice and stick figure wizards or other things relating to the class they play

maybe the more artistic members even decorate the backs of their shirts?

I imagine they even add onto the shirts throughout the year(s), paying homage to each new character for every death where they'd have to make a new one and every campaign

I just feel like that encapsulates the ✨essence✨ of hellfire club

a club full of outcasts, people who don't fit in finding a place to be themselves

not to mention that this feels like something a dnd club full of weirdos and nerds would do, it wouldn't simply be enough to just have a shirt that is mass printed, those shirts gotta show their genuine love for the club

#stranger things #hellfire club #dustin henderson #eddie munson #i had this revelation while reading a fic that talks about “hellfire shirts mk1”#because thats what caused me to overthink my interpretation of what dustin said in a quote that shouldve been really forgettable #i dont care if canon says they all have the exact same shirt #this feels more canon than canon

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absolute-flaming-trash · 2 years

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do you write for uvogin? if so

“The more you struggle, the harder this is going to be.” with uvo :)

I do indeed, nonny, and I really hope this doesn't disappoint because I'm not going to lie, I found him very hard to write.

Warnings: Forced branding, Forced relationship, Needles (in a tattoo gun), Implied kidnapping. Not edited. Female pronouns are used for Reader.

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It was no secret that York New was a city that never slept. No matter what time of day it was, no matter which part of the city, there was always something open and something to do - whether it be going to a club, a restaurant, or even a mall. There was no shortage of entertainment or thrills.

It also had its fair share of tattoo parlors, surprisingly.

And while you weren’t one who was against tattoos, you were the type who only wanted to get a design if it meant something to you. The names of your parents on your wrists, a paw print of your childhood pet - all of these had significant meanings behind them that you genuinely treasured having on your skin.

So it was no wonder that the fight you were currently putting up was one of the biggest you had ever done in your life.

“The more you struggle, the harder this is going to be.”

You could only scream at Uvogins words as he held you down on the stainless steel table by pinning your arms behind your back. You thrashed on your stomach, muscles burning and aching from the strain as you tried as hard as you possibly could to worm away, but it felt like you were being pinned down by a boulder.

“With how you’re holding her down, I won’t be able to get at the stencil placement.” Came the borderline bored statement from the artist - a person who you wished a painful death upon for participating in your torture.

Good, you thought. It had taken them over twenty minutes to put it on in the first place, and you didn’t want that fucking thing. You didn’t want to be permanently marked with a mimicry of Uvogin’s spider tattoo, and you certainly didn’t want to go along with the sick symbolism behind it.

He said you were his, but you were doing anything and everything in your power to make it clear that you were not. No tattoo, no claim, and you would die before having that mark etched into your fucking skin.

Uvogin chuckled deeply, bending your arms awkwardly upwards so your lower back was now exposed to the artist.

The buzz of the tattoo gun whirring to life made your struggles renew with vigor as genuine panic began to fill your system beside the rage.

“I’ll kill you for this.” You seethed. Your eyes were wide and wild, a few strands of your hair sticking to the sweat slicked skin of your face. You looked positively feral and it was a sight that made Uvogin grin all the more.

“You can certainly try.”

#riri writes #600 followers event #Uvogin #Uvogin x Reader #Hunter x Hunter #HxH #tw yandere #tw forced relationship #tw implied kidnapping #tw branding #tw forced branding #tw needles #tw tattoos #lord please let this not be ooc

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columnsandwritings · 2 years

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The Life Under Paris.

"ARRETE! C'EST ICI L'EMPIRE DE LA MORT." Is the first slight I've seen of the Parisian catacombs.

"Ossements du Cimetiere des Innocents deposes la 2 Juillet 1809"

I wasn't comfortable taking too many pictures of the deceased, so this pile of femurs is all you get. The sign says "Bones from the Cemetery of the Innocents, deposited July 2, 1809" Long story short, Paris has had a lot of people buried in it, and every so often they needed to clear old cemeteries--often the mass graves of the very poorest people--and store the bones underground in retired quarries. It was a grim job that was eventually turned in to a spectacle, because once you've shuffled hundreds of thousands of femurs you have a lighter perspective on the whole life-death cycle. The modern catacombs aren't so garish as they once were. All the same, there's a cop waiting at the end to reclaim "souvenirs" inappropriately retrieved by tourists.

Despite that, in the catacombs under Paris, art and adventure mix in an exclusive world of creativity and freedom hidden from the world above.

On a recent evening, a 31-year-old street artist led a small group through a dark tunnel off a disused train track in the south of Paris and I was invited to join them. After crouching, crawling and sometimes wading through water, using headlamps to light our way, we finally arrived in a chamber with vaulted ceilings about 10 feet high. Nobad stencils European paintings with a twist, like Gustave Courbet’s “Desperate Man” in glow-in-the-dark paint. But the walls are covered with art, including paintings in the style of Egyptian tomb murals, grimacing black and orange devil faces, a giant multicolored parrot, and an abundance of graffiti. In one room, the walls are encrusted with mirror shards, and a glittering disco ball hangs from the ceiling. The term “catacombs” designates only a small part of this vast underground network, the fraction where the remains of six million Parisians were transferred in the 1780s from several of the city’s overflowing and unsanitary cemeteries. That ossuary is one of the rare parts of the network legally open to the public and has become a popular tourist attraction. But the bulk of the network — more than 170 miles of tunnels and other chambers — has been off-limits to legal passage since 1955 and is a legacy of early quarrying in Paris. That is where the cataphiles roam.

“The connection with the underground is hard to explain because it is visceral,” said Gilles Thomas, a municipal employee whose 30 years of passion and research on the topic have made him an expert. “Whatever their interest, the people who have this very deep-rooted attraction to the underground disconnect themselves from reality on the surface.”

The space was once used by a brewery to store bottles. It is now part of a sprawling network of abandoned galleries below this city, where a secretive community of street artists, history buffs and other Parisians regularly prowl. They are sometimes called cataphiles: lovers of the catacombs, as the subterranean network is commonly known. Some seek peace and quiet from the bustling city, others an unusual canvas for their art, still others a place to party with friends at a lower cost and in a more jovial atmosphere than in the clubs and bars above. Many cherish the secrecy and, to some extent, exclusivity of their endeavors.

“My creations have a lot more value here, because they are intended for a limited audience that deserves to see them,” said the artist who led the group and declined to give his name, but went by Nobad. “They went through the trouble of coming here.”

The Romans were the first to mine outcrops of limestone for construction purposes, mainly on the Left Bank of the Seine, Mr. Thomas said. That activity was pushed underground in the 12th and 13th centuries to avoid ruining precious topsoil in what, at the time, were the agricultural outskirts of the city.

“It’s the period when the Notre-Dame Cathedral was being built, for instance, and a tremendous amount of stone was needed,” said Mr. Thomas, who is regularly consulted by novelists and film directors who want to feature Paris’s underbelly in their work.

An artist known as Nobad and his friends in a gallery of the Paris catacombs. Regulars try not to reveal the tunnel entrances to outsiders. Paris quickly expanded over the former quarries. In the late 18th century, after a series of spectacular and deadly cave-ins, the king ordered that buildings be consolidated and that the forgotten underground quarries be mapped. Old streets that were razed during 19th-century renovations still exist as tunnels below, however, creating a historical carbon copy of the city that once existed above, Mr. Thomas said.

Today some passages still contain relics of the French Revolution, like chiseled royal fleurs-de-lis on street signs. Several World War II-era bomb shelters are also connected to the network. During the German occupation one was outfitted with living quarters for 60 people, but was never used. Today, trespassers risk a 60-euro fine, or $77, if they stumble upon the police units that sometimes patrol underground. Risks to the explorers include getting injured from falling rocks, losing your bearings in the dark maze, or drowning in deep wells. In 2011, three friends got lost after partying and drinking underground, and were found 48 hours later.

“We were very paternalistic; all we wanted was to avoid accidents,” said Jean-Claude Saratte, a retired police commander who started the first patrols in the 1980s and led them for 20 years. “Ninety to 95 percent of the time, all we did was reprimand people.”

It is hard to say how many people venture underground each year; though those familiar with the network say there is a core of about 100 regulars. But cataphiles say that there has been an increase in the number of “tourists,” newcomers who visit, often unprepared. Some worry that these new visitors are not respectful of the art or history below. “Defacing has worsened because of the social media phenomenon,” which has made reproducing and sharing maps of the network even easier than the photocopier had in the 1980s, Mr. Thomas said.

In one room, a painted reproduction of Picasso’s “Guernica” had been covered over with graffiti. Information on where to find entrances to the underground is still a fiercely kept secret, and sharing them with outsiders is a “taboo,” according a biology research technician in her 30s, who would not give her name and became a cataphile five years ago.

But the overall spirit below is welcoming, and many find a sense of community and equality that supersedes whatever hierarchies exist on the surface.

“We are here for the same passion and we share the same things, regardless of what we are above,” said Gaspard Duval, a cataphile in his 40s who discovered the network six years ago and comes down several times a week, mainly for photography. “No one cares about your social class.”

On a recent evening, in the former brewery cellar, people gathered around a table made with piled slabs of rock. The white fluorescent light from headlamps was replaced by soft candlelight as they lit cigarettes and passed around ham or chocolate. One man heated a can of beans on a portable gas heater. Throughout the underground maze, cataphiles have sparsely furnished several chambers like this one with stone benches and tables to rest and socialize after exploring the tunnels.

“You can’t be judged on your appearance because we are all dirty with mud and wearing boots,” said a 45-year-old pastel artist who gave her name only as Misti, on another outing. “So the banker and the punk, they party together.”

Written by Blake Shelby and published by British Broadcasting Corporation Columns section.

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cityexplorer1 · 5 months

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Unveiling the Canvas: Exploring London's Hidden Art Scene

Venture into the East End, and you'll find yourself immersed in the eclectic street art scene that adorns the walls of Shoreditch. This area serves as an ever-changing canvas for local and international street artists. The Brick Lane area, in particular, boasts a kaleidoscope of murals, graffiti, and stencils, each telling a unique story. From the politically charged works of Banksy to the vibrant, abstract creations of Stik, every piece contributes to the narrative of this dynamic urban art gallery.

For those seeking a more immersive experience, Leake Street Tunnel, tucked beneath the arches of Waterloo Station, offers an underground haven for graffiti and street art. Known as the "Banksy Tunnel," this subterranean space allows artists to freely express themselves, resulting in a constantly evolving showcase of creativity. The tunnel's atmosphere is as dynamic as the art it houses, making each visit a unique and ephemeral experience.

In the heart of West London, the Notting Hill Arts Club stands as a testament to the city's thriving alternative arts scene. This iconic venue seamlessly fuses music, visual arts, and performance, providing a platform for emerging artists to showcase their talent. Whether it's a live music gig, an art exhibition, or an underground club night, the Notting Hill Arts Club continues to be a pulsating hub for those seeking a taste of London's avant-garde creativity.

Delve into the hidden art studios scattered across London, where emerging artists toil away in relative obscurity, honing their craft. The Old Police Station in Deptford is a prime example, housing a collective of artists working in various mediums. This repurposed space serves not only as studios but also as a gallery, fostering a sense of community and collaboration among its resident artists.

For a dose of unconventional art, head to God’s Own Junkyard in Walthamstow. This kaleidoscopic space is a neon wonderland, showcasing the work of the late Chris Bracey, a master of neon art. With its vibrant colors and eclectic displays, God’s Own Junkyard is a testament to Bracey's avant-garde vision and a hidden gem that adds a splash of surrealism to London's artistic landscape.

The Nomadic Community Gardens, nestled in the heart of Shoreditch, offer a different kind of artistic experience. This urban oasis, created by the local community, is a living canvas where nature and art coalesce. The gardens feature sculptures, murals, and installations, providing a tranquil escape from the urban hustle while celebrating the power of communal creativity.

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nicolechen-arh2000 · 1 year

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WRITING AND RESEARCH

Hi everyone, my name is Nicole Chen! A little-known fact about me is that I hate calendars, and much prefer to write down important dates and events in the Notes app on my phone. I usually just quickly write the time and date down with no context of the event, leading to a random assortment of times and dates with zero explanation as to what that event is or where it is.

Banksy October 9, 2013 Untitled. Spray paint, stencil, mixed media, graffiti art. Ludlow Street, Lower East Side, NYC (removed).

Banksy is an anonymous artist, with little known about his identity. However, it has been revealed that he was born in Bristol, England, and is the son of a photocopy engineer.

Banksy originally produced his works freehanded, but began using stencils in 2000, largely due to their quick and efficient nature. Street art is not exactly legal, and if caught, he could be prosecuted for criminal damage.

Many of Banksy’s works have political messages, usually blatantly containing criticisms of war, the military, consumerism, and more.

The piece that Banksy created on October 9th, 2013, uses a wall and car as a canvas. Horses wearing night vision goggles were depicted on the wall, and a shootout between men painted on the car.

The untitled piece found October 9th, 2013, was accompanied by an audio posted on his website. The audio is a recording of an attack on Iraqi civilians from 2013, leaked by Chelsea Manning, formerly an US army intelligence analyst, to Julian Assange of Wikileaks. The horses spray painted on the wall references this attack, as the callsigns of the Apache helicopters used in the attack were Crazyhorse 1/8 and Crazyhorse 1/9.

At first, the piece seemed overwhelming. I did not know where to look between the horses wearing goggles, and men blasting guns. There is a great amount of detail in this piece. However, especially after researching the accompanying audio to this creation, it is clear that it is a political art piece bringing attention to the Baghdad airstrike leaked by whistleblower Chelsea Manning. 12 People were killed in the attack, including two Reuters journalists, and 2 children were wounded. An American soldier can be heard remarking that it was the civilian’s fault for bringing children into the battle and many jokes are exchanged between the soldiers. Knowing the history and inspiration for the piece, it becomes much more impactful and emotional. Smaller details, like skulls on the car, become more prominent. Rather than just being a visually interesting piece, it becomes emotionally striking too.

ART AND WRITING

The piece that I chose is a rough sketch that I made while bored during work on a piece of copy paper using a dry-erase marker. It is a silly little drawing of dinosaurs and coconut trees that I decided to give to my friend who visited me later that shift, but he returned it to me during our first date, complete with a sweet note on the back. I have it displayed on my wall, along with a haphazard collage of many other mementos and photos, and partly because of the memories attached to the drawing, I do think that it is beautiful. Looking at the sketch reminds me of good times and happy feelings.

WRITING A SELF PORTRAIT

I turned 18 this past November and I am terrified of growing older. I identify as female. I was born in Georgia, but moved to China shortly after I was born. I stayed there until I turned four, learning Mandarin as my first language, although I speak English more fluently now. As can be guessed from the previous sentence, I am Asian and Chinese. I am not a member of any organized group. I currently do not have a job, but I used to work at a country club's fitness center. I love working out, and no matter how busy I am, I try to get in the gym for at least an hour each day, six days a week. Other than working out, I like reading and hanging out with my friends. My friends make life worth living, and make even mundane tasks fun. My approach towards life is what makes me unique. I do not believe that anything is a waste of time. From every experience, I have learned a lesson. It may be from another person, or the experience itself, but every experience in life makes me a better person. I try to make the most out of everything and aim to always be improving.

ART PROJECT (SELF-PROJECT)

I chose to make a collage for my self-project. The first picture is a playlists of songs that acted as the soundtrack to major events in my life. The other pictures are with my friends. They play a massive role in my life, and have enriched my life in so many ways. They push me out of my comfort zone, they challenge my opinions, and support me whenever I need it. I would not be who I am without my close friends. Some of the photos are in environments that play large roles in my life. One is at SCF, in a chemistry lab. I am a biology major, and love working in science labs. Another is in the locker room at the gym. The gym is a big part of my life. Another picture was taken at my high school's football stadium, during a spirit week movie night with all my friends. I truly treasure these photos, taken in important environments in my life with important people in my life. These are the moments and people that make me, me.

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lindaisrael · 2 years

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Creating a Mixed Media Folio Journal Base

In this tutorial Creating a Mixed Media Folio Journal Base I’ll show how to create a direct to paper mixed media page. Then I’ll show how to create a mixed media folio journal base – accordion style. Creating a Mixed Media Folio Journal Base Video – Premier Live on YouTube, August 15th at 3:45 pm central standard time. Supplies used. Book Pages Stencils June 2022 Artistic Stencil Club Acrylic…

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nicolamarshallhnd1 · 2 years

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Zine Project

Research

The word “zine” is short for the term, fanzine, which is short for fan magazine. There are many types of zine such as art, photography, literary, political and music. Zines are usually a small circulation publication of original images.

In the 1950s and 1960s saw a growth of the underground press, which played an important role in connecting the people. Although the underground press often involved significantly more people and resources in the production of materials, it provided a function that became a key part of zine culture in the 1980s and beyond. Giving people a voice outside the scope of the mainstream media.

Art and literary magazines of the 1960s and 1970s were based on a similar need to circumvent the commercial art world, and were printed cheaply and spread through small, niche networks. Many of them combined art, politics, culture, and activism into a single publication. This influenced the rise of activist artists magazines that shaped the punk and feminist scenes later on.

Two Zines I enjoyed to look at were by Steven Lawson. In both he adds a poem about his project. His zine “Coast” I enjoyed as he his consistent with the style, lighting and mood. It makes the project flow throughout. His other zine “The Trail of Memories”, he does the same but also keeps his techniques consistent in this one he contentiously uses a slow shutter speed.

History of Zine

The first Zine (pronounced ‘Zeen’) can be traced back to as early as the 1930s by the Science Correspondence Club based in Chicago who published their Zine titled ‘The Comet’, which kickstarted a long line of sci-fi-based zines. The relationship between Zines and the Sci-fi world deepened over the next 15-20 years until 1967 where the Star Trek fanzine ‘Spockanalia’ was released which increase its popularity. Initially, these zines were printed using mimeographs which push ink through a stencil to create multiple prints at once. However, during the 70s as new technology was developed, creating Zines was easy and more efficient with work being created fast and inexpensively. Soon zines took to the punk scene in London, England throughout the 70s and 80s. Despite Zines becoming popularized through the sci-fi community, in modern day the zines are created by a huge variety of communities. Artists use them to display work and be experimental and expressive, publications such as Home Zine explore the concept of feeling at home, one called Dad Tweets take the approach of humorous dad-jokes and Kanye West even created one for his new line of clothing and shoes.

A Brief History of Zines (mentalfloss.com)

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CONSIDERED Magazine

This Zine is an independently owned magazine that doesn’t not follow a structured publishing schedule. Their content included sustainable and mindful lifestyle as well as travel articles, collaborating with other creatives such as writers, photographers and artists to display their work and provide them with an additional platform. They focus on being an inclusive company. The visual style of their zines includes the form of a digital blog located on their website where they publish images accompanied by a body of text. Each separate zine within their webpage had a different style of photography and writing, some explore negative space and muted colours whilst others capture bold and eye-catching subjects that quickly capture the viewer’s attention.

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uwmspeccoll · 9 months

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Staff Pick of the Week

The Hundred Year’s War is a slight misnomer; it was actually a series of multiple wars occurring between the years 1138 and 1450 with an occasional peace treaty in between periods of intense battles. Contemporary accounts of the events happening during these years are essential for historians to gain a better understanding of the time period, even if they are exaggerated or clearly biased recordings of the events at hand. One of the many historical accounts from this time is that of Frenchman Sir John Froissart. While not born into nobility, Froissart spent much time surrounded by nobles as he chronicled the happenings of the first half of the War, and his Chronicles are a vital resource for historians about that time. He also wrote a variety of poetry and even an Arthurian Romance, along with his historical accounts.

Today’s Staff Pick of the Week is an edited version of the English translation of The Chronicles of Froissart by John Bourchier, Lord Berners (1467-1533), edited by the English classical scholar G. C. Macaulay (1852-1915). John Bourchier was an English translator, as well as a soldier and statesman. His translation of the book was said to have made a significant advancement in English historical accounts and made the book accessible to a much wider audience than simply those educated to read and understand French.

The edition shown here is the 1959 Limited Editions Club (LEC) production of Froissart's Chronicles, printed by Peter Beilenson (1905-1962) of the Peter Pauper Press, with illustrations by American artist Henry C. Pitz (1895-1976), in an edition of 1500 copies signed by the illustrator. Pitz's marginalia illustrations appear to emulate those of medieval illuminated manuscripts. There are a wide variety of people depicted in clothing of the time of the Hundred Year’s War, as well as shields, weapons, animals, and buildings which are most likely meant to add a visual link to the time in which this account was originally recorded and published. Besides these marginalia, there are 16 full page-spread illustrations reproduced from Pitz's line-and-wash paintings, hand-colored through stencils at the Walter Fischer Studio.

– Sarah S., Special Collections Graduate Intern.

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wassipaul · 5 years

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#streetart #graffiti #graffittiart #stencil #art #artwork #austria #graz #club #comic #theyshootmusic #artist #artists on tumblr #femaleartist

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mminttae · 3 years

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Clandestine | 02

-> Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x reader

-> Genre : tattoo!artist Jungkook, mafia! JJK,mafia au, bloody!missions, slight violence, got secrets they can't tell, angst, romance, Jungkook's part time job is flirting, sad (backstory), Y/N is strong!

-> Summary : who would have known that just doing a part time job at a night club would lead you to the tattoo artist Jeon Jungkook's messed up world. One letter related to the secret comes out of your mouth you'll be laying in Jungkook's arms but alive or not, that's not guaranteed...

-> Word Count : 4.286 K ( A/N: I’m increasing words )

-> T/W body language, killing, curse words and intimacy are included in the story (you may read if you're comfortable with these)

Part : 2

<< previous chap

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Jungkook's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. Even if me saying that line didn't flatten him enough I knew the nickname did as it always have been doing. It was clearly visible that he didn't expect me to be this bold suddenly. But he being himself smirked after a couple of seconds as his hand snaked up to grab my wrist pulling me more closer "Sure princess.. Do you want to go to the trip now? " His tongue rolling over his bottom lip as his piercing doe eyes holding so many thoughts looked at my lips then to my eyes.

"I don't want to interrupt but the trip has to be postponed "Jimin interferes in the moment, his eyes narrowed and only looking at me as if scared that the younger guy would throw him out if he locked eyes with his. Making a 'tch' sound Jungkook raises his eyebrows at Jimin in a manner that reads he's asking why postpone. I yeet his hand which was holding my wrist and get off from the table clearing my throat while fixing the skirt and apron. Jungkook clearly disappointed for not being able to hear my answer gets up from the seat while putting the black leather jacket around his shoulders. Jimin and Taehyung following him gets up too grabbing their bags. Jungkook walked up to me while fixing his bangs with his index finger.

"Gotta go princess a client's waiting" Nodding I proceeded to walk away but I could hear Jungkook saying with a sad dramatic tone. "Atleast act that you don't want me to go". I'm afraid I won't be able to because I myself don't know what this client of yours gonna do if you don't go on time. Is the person waiting even a client or not? Knitting my eyebrows I look back only to meet with strangers taking up the seat. The three tall mesmerizing men with inks on their body not to be seen anywhere. I don't know what's going on in that foolish yet extremely clever brain of yours but...

Be careful Mr. Artbook..

End of YOUR POV

Mid summer yet the night breeze is able to run shivers down your spine. Not a single soul in sight.

10 at night maybe the shopkeepers closed down the shutters and went to bed. Not many shops here in this area to even begin with. The only workshop's bell which rings here is the Jeon's Tattoo corner which has been ringing from the morning today , seemed to have stopped in the evening but now making its sound again. "Argh I should really break down this bell "

With an annoyed expression the black haired guy opens the drawers searching for a fresh towel. The tall man who just entered the shop walked past the desk table, turning the door knob and allowing himself inside the cozy room. His loud footsteps on the wooden floor telling Jungkook that the guest has arrived.

"Where were you? I waited here for five minutes then went inside the nearby plant store to kill time"

Taking off the long coat the tall silver haired guy walks up to the chair positioned in the middle of the room beside the various tools. "Sorry hyung, Taehyung and Jimin wanted a new tattoo so went to hear out their designs"

Jungkook says, eyebrows knitted while he fishes out the stencil of the beautiful clematis he has drawn beforehand of the leader's arrival. Smiling to himself he walks up to the seated boss whose like a big brother to him, he puts the stencil aside. Taking out a black rubber band from his pocket he takes his hair and ties it up to a small ponytail before taking out a drawer full of tattoo needles and inks. "Heard that Yoongi started boxing classes with you"

The older male speaks as his lip corners slowly moves upwards. Jungkook giving out a laugh says, "Yea Yoongi hyung be moving like a turtle. "

The thought of his hyung boxing and whining that it's hard is enough to make the little one giggle. Taking out a small wooden stool with one hand as the other one was holding the tattoo gun, Jungkook sits himself beside the strong looking man who rolls up his shirt's sleeves revealing all the different type of arts and words of different languages tattooed on his arm.

"Need chewing gum?"

The younger one asks at the thought that it might hurt but the older one replies plainly that he's fine after all his skin had been coming in contact with this gun for a long time now. Jungkook nods before resting the needle on the free space on the top of the man's biceps before starting to draw on it, the awestrucking clematis. "Was thinking of getting a lip piercing but not being able to get it cuz of the adults in the house"

The man says while his dimples makes visits to his cheeks.

"The exact same reason why am postponing on getting an eyebrow piercing"

Jungkook replies as he carefully moves the tattoo gun sideways on the man's bicep.

"So when are you planning on telling your sister?"

He asks as the silver haired guy closes his eyes once realizing what Jungkook meant.

"When the time's right.. "

He replies, slowly opening his eyes his gaze meeting the ceiling.

"But first we need to pinpoint Mr. Choi's location"

Replying with a small and quiet yes Jungkook draws the details on the flower carefully.

"Seokjin has been checking the cctvs regularly and the only thing he found was the black hyundai stopping at a night club at exactly 7pm every Tuesday and Wednesday"

"What's the night club's name? "

Jungkook asks as he draws on the small leaves.

"Hell's night club"

With just the mention of the night club's name Jungkook's hand stops moving as his eyes widened. "Isn't that the club you often visit with the others? "

The silver haired man asks making Jungkook quietly nod his head. If the most feared mafia in the country slash his team's biggest rival had been going to the exact same club at the exact same time as his how come he never saw the familiar old man's face? He thought.

What kind of person does the man disguise him as that even Jimin who encountered him multiple times doesn't notice. "You should be careful and try to see your clients faces carefully and see if they match that old fart's face or not"

Jungkook humming a response continued on giving the clematis it's final touch. Finishing the tattoo he removes the gun making the silver haired man sit up straight and fix his shirt.

"You know what to do right?"

Jungkook asks referring to putting on Vaseline ointment on the tattoo and stuffs. The older guy nods while fetching his coat. "I'll get going then. Thanks for the tattoo kook"

Jungkook simply nods his mind stuck in a different topic. Putting the equipments away and tidying up the towels as the older guy leaves the shop and disappears into the darkness of the night in the empty alleyway, Jungkook couldn't help but think about what you were up to. His mind stitching up different negative thoughts together.

"If Mr. Choi is really going to that club then he must have seen Y/N always talking to us..... What if he does something to her? " Jungkook asks to himself and the next thing he does is take his bag, turn off the lights, lock the doors and run off to meet you.

• -

"I'll be off then"

Bowing politely you take hold of the two big disposable bags and huff out a breathe when you realize how heavy both of them were. Kicking the back staff door with your leg open the first thing you see is Jeon Jungkook leaning on the wall infront. His hair tied up in a small ponytail, a bag hung around his shoulder and inked hands resting inside his jeans pockets. His eyes falls on your hands holding the disposable garbage bags, sighing he walks up to you.

"I thought your job was to serve and take orders not bring out garbages" You looked down at the bags in your hands while saying, "I was coming out anyways it's no biggie"

You flashed him a small smile but his eyes looked worried and his face tensed. You wondered what happened but didn't dare to ask thinking that he will only answer with 'none of your business' . Yes Jeon Jungkook unknowingly says harsh things without thinking when he's tensed. Jungkook takes the garbage bags from your hands and put it beside the door when his eyes lands on your right hand which was bandaged. His eyes widen and he quickly took your right hand examining it while asking

"How did this happen? Are you okay? "

Embarrassed you put your hand away from his warm ones and answer while smiling, not making eye contact

"It's okay I'm fine these kind of injuries are meant to happen if you work in a bar." Jungkook not convinced took your hand again now keeping it infront of him not letting you pull it back. His eyebrows knitted . "You were totally fine this evening tell me what happened". Chewing on your bottom lip you look down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

"Y/N tell me what happened.." Jungkook says once again this time his voice laced with concern as his hands caressed your hair. You were actually a bit taken aback at how the always dominant voice of Jungkook is making its way to you in a concerned and soft way.

"A drunk guy harshly pulled my hand wanting me to sit beside him but I fought back and he suddenly let go of me making me loose my balance at hit the edge of the glass table behind and that's how I got this"

You say while looking at your bandaged hand which was now resting in jungkook's warm palm. He softly held your injured hand and lower down a bit to meet your height. Looking at your eyes he said

"Tell me who did this. Tell me who did this to you I'm gonna fucking kill him"

In a calm soft voice but the last part obviously didn't come out in a soft way. You laughed and pushed him a bit away from you. "It's okay am fine don't overreact he was drunk" But Jungkook not buying the answer walked closer to you and again with a serious tone asked you . "Tell me how he looked like"

Knowing that he won't let go of the topic unless you give him a proper answer you sigh, rolling your eyes while describing the drunk man you happened to meet inside the club. "He had small eyes , a sharp nose and dark stubble on his face and.." You trailed off thinking what else did the man have but Jungkook interrupted asking in a quick manner

"Did he have any sort of tattoo on his wrist? " Replaying the moment inside your head you widen your eyes a bit and nod your head, "Yea he did.. Was that a crown? A crown maybe"

Exactly knowing who that drunk man you encountered was Jungkook's chest sank at the thought that the old man touched you with his dirty hands. Gulping down the saliva that formed in his mouth he without thinking pulled you to his chest engulfing you in a hug. He wasn't sure why he felt like protecting you but he wanted to . He wasn't supposed to feel this way now that he set his mind on the plan his brain made up on the way here but..he did. He wanted to make sure you were safe.

Widening your eyes at how Jungkook suddenly hugged you, your mind went blank. There's no doubt in how fast your heart was beating. To be honest to yourself you were actually frightened when that man tried touching you in an ill manner but now being in Jungkook's arms you felt safe. You felt safe when he was around. Jungkook's arms around you got tighter as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

So this is how you gonna play it Mr. Choi

He thinks.

•-

Flashback 5 weeks back

Stretching your arms you give out a small yawn before grabbing the books from the table and making your way out of the auditorium. Walking while looking at your surroundings you didn't notice the tall man standing infront of you. Too immersed in the same old paintings hanging on the walls you hit something hard making the copies and books in your hands fall down. Without looking up at the person you bumped into you quickly said 'sorry' while kneeling down to pick up your supplies. The tall gentleman kneeled down too helping you with picking up your stationerys. You got up, the man following you soon. This time facing the guy properly as both of you made eye contact you were about to say thank you when your voice abruptly decided to not come out.

The man had soft long black hair .The kind of hair you would want to play with all day. His baby doe eyes staring at you, his lips parted. The oversized hoodie he was wearing made him the grizzly huggable bear image more.

As your eyes scanned him from head to toe, your lips a bit parted, the guy not being able to control his laughter at how cute you looked when your eyes went big as if you saw something really interesting and you'd like to study that thing more, he gave out small giggles making you quickly close your mouth and look at him. Noticing how every students in tha hall were staring at both of you, you shifted your weight from one leg to another leg uncomfortably. But the guy's Adorable bunny smile didn't go out of your notice. His eyes wrinkled as he tilted his face and asked you softly

"You okay? "

Blinking couple of times you nodded your head making him shyly scratch his nape and mumble 'thank god'. Your lips automatically curved up when your eyes landed on the ID card hung around his neck

"Jeon Jungkook"

Once realization hit you that you were now standing infront of your college's hearthrob while looking like a whole mess which you didn't care about that much until you bumped into him, your cheeks got tinted in a light blush. Pulling your lips in you tilted your head a bit to the side making your baby hairs fall over your face.

"Hey kook!"

A loud deep voice entered the ears of the people standing in the hall making them turn their heads to the two seniors waving their hands at Jungkook's direction, a big wide smile plastered know their face. Jungkook takes out his bracelet covered wrist from his pocket and waves at them. Jimin running towards us and wrapping his arm around the tall guy's shoulders he notices me and flashes me a smile

"Hey Y/N"

Waving your sweater paw at him as a hey you smiled. You met Jimin and Taehyung a couple of times before in some group works with seniors. You not really interested in gossips of the college noticed just a few days ago that Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook are the well known hot trio of this college.

"Y/N.."

Jungkook repeats your name to himself before looking at you once again , smiling while saying

"Sweet name"

His sweet honey voice saying your name was enough to melt you. If it was any other guy right now you would have simply said thank you for helping you pick up the books and walk away without saying anything but surprisingly Jeon Jungkook made you stop. "I'm hungry didn't have breakfast this morning" Taehyung whines while holding his tummy earning a slap on his head from Jimin. "we are going for lunch wanna join us? "

Jungkook asks you making you widen your eyes at the sudden invitation and Jungkook earning some smirks from the seniors beside him, Jimin elbowing his arm while wiggling his eyebrows. Jungkook simply rolled his eyes at his hyungs before looking at you for a reply. You glancing at your silver wrist watch said "I would love to but I should get going. I have some stuffs to do"

Jungkook quietly nods his head before flashing you a smile.

Is he always smiling?

You thought noticing that he had been smiling since the moment both of you met. "Y/N's always studying hard"

Taehyung says earning a nod from Jimin making you shyly scratch your nape.

The Brunnete haired approached you giving you a pat on your shoulder before saying "Study well but don't forget to have lunch okay? "

You flashed him a smile while nodding. Jungkook waving his hands at you as a 'bye' walked past you with the two boys. You looked back at three of them noticing that two of them were wearing hoodies and one of them were wearing full sleeved tees.

It's so hot these days why are they wearing hoodies on top of tees?

Shaking your head you quickened your pace and quickly got out of the college grounds. Walking to the bus stand while looking around at the cozy coffee shops on the streets you keep glancing at your watch from time to time to make sure that you're going on time or not.

Now here's a secret about you that no one knows

You're a student at an art college but you are also a student at a law school. Your father runs the family business of electronics. Yes the electronics company ranking the second best in the country out of all the other electronic companies, which he wants to hand over to your big brother after he retires. Your mother always wanted a child of her to be a sculptor. Borning late in the family with the talent of art you were forced to study this subject whereas you were interested in prosecution, catching criminals and stuffs. What you were most interested in were being a mafia or an assassin but you gave up on those dreams and decided to study law. Your parents only giving their all attention and care to their first born, didn't care about you that much. The only thing they wanted from you was becoming a great sculptor and bringing praise to your family.

After nights of confusion and judgement you decided to study in the law school that you got admitted, secretly with the money your grandparents left you. Your grandparents left some money for you and your brother before passing away and thankfully they were enough to pay for your study books expenses. But maintaining time for your law school as well as the art school was hard but you managed to make time after dropping off from some extra courses of the art college without telling your parents. But it was hectic. Your college hours starts from 7 am. And you have classes till 9am then a break at 9:15 am to 10:30 due to dropping off from some extra class. Your law classes starts from 9:30 so during the break you quickly leave the grounds and head off to the law classes. Then you return to the art college at 10:20 when it's a break at your law school. Then once again when it's a lunch break at the art school you head off to the law school while munching on some snacks, obviously not getting time to have proper lunch. And when it comes to events you had to make up excuses at the law school for not attending as your parents would obviously not skip their daughter's presentations.

It would be more hectic from today cuz you just applied to a job at a night club. There's a course for learning shooting at the law school but you don't have enough money to pay for that so it's time to earn some money.

•••

Stretching your arms while getting up from the seat you had been sitting on straight for 2 hours, you give a yawn before taking out a scrunchie and putting your hair up. All the classes for the day are done. Putting the back pack around your shoulder you bow at the teacher before leaving the school premises. Walking inside the bus and sitting on one of the seat you take out your phone and start typing to your mother , 'Mom I'll be late tonight as I got some extra lessons. Don't worry for me and you don't have to send car I'll come by bus'

"No one's gonna worry about me though"

You say to yourself while letting out a small laugh and looking out at the window. Everything vanishing from your sight at a fast pace as the vehicle picks up its speed upon seeing the empty road. Some of the street lights flickering due to not being fixed for several days now. You take out the 'guideline' paper of the bar you're gonna work in from backpack, going through the structure of the building in your mind and remembering all the rules explained to you yesterday when you went to apply for the job. This night club only seemed to be safe for you to work in now. By safe means you would have no worries of the common students who spends time in bars and clubs to see you. If anyone recognizes you then it's game over. Plus the pay is high too.

The phone screen lighting up as a notification popped up you unlocked the phone before seeing from whom the text is from.

Bro: heard you're coming late at night should I pick you up from the way while coming home?

"Geez already told him?"

You say to yourself once realizing that your mom told your brother to pick up but your brother being nice asked if you want to be picked up first or not. Smiling at his text before typing your reply It's ok you don't have to come. The office is far away from my college anyways. Get home safely.

Waiting for a few minutes to see his reply which you didn't get you turned off your phone and put it inside your bag. Looking out from the window thinking why he didn't reply when he saw your text whereas usually he would try to come pick you up, being the 'protective' brother. You got down from the bus as soon as the bus came to its stop. You walked for a few more minutes from the bus stop till arriving at your destination.

Hell's night club

•••

It's been only five minutes of you serving drinks but you're already tired. How can a human body and mind work for 13 hours straight without any rest. You did mess up some tables a couple of times for which you were now getting a scolding from the manager. You looking down bowing slightly while your hands in front of you.

"Miss Lee Y/N did you properly see the table numbers today? "

The old man asks to which you nod. "Then why are you messing up? " He asks in a raised voice making you flinch and quickly mumble a sorry. You lift your head up a bit to see the old man sighing while pinching his forehead, clearly visible that he's angry. "I'm letting you go as this is your first time don't make mistakes anymore"

He says making you bow and say

"Thank you"

He looked around trying to see if any waitresses are free. Sighing at how there's no one free without counting you he gave you a look before handing you a tray of various kinds of drinks. "Take this to table no. 14. And do not make any mistakes. They are regulars here I don't want them gone" Nodding at him you set off to find this table no. 14 . Noticing how your skirt got up a bit you tried pulling the skirt a bit down with one hand as the other one was holding the tray, you quickly withdraw your hand without fixing the skirt upon seeing the tray tremble in one hand. Quickly holding the tray in place and scanning if any drinks were spilled, you sigh in relief. You looked back to only lock eyes with the manager . He staring straight at you with his cold eyes. You gave a small awkward smile and walked towards table 14.

The table no. 14 seemed to be surrounded by many big men. All had some sort of tattoos on them. A familiar man sitting in the middle holding a pen and scribbling something on a notebook. His inked arms full on display as the silver earrings were still being able to shine despite the dullness in the scene. His long bangs falling before his eyes not letting anyone see the face beneath it.

You quietly approached the table and when you raised your eyes from the ground to the man sitting in the middle, your legs automatic came to a halt and your breath hitched.

Jeon Jungkook right there was sitting. The table in front occupied with various weapons and him sitting like a whole five course meal, fingers playing with the dangly earrings

This is totally not what I expected

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