#jade attempts a moodboard
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Aelynn is ready for the ball! The result of blood, sweat and tears (both mine and hers), and now I'm gonna go let my hand collapse and potentially fall off my body!
But that's not all, because I put my whole brain into this design, so click the read more to see ME EXPLAIN NEARLY EVERY SINGLE DESIGN DECISION I MADE AND WIPS
themes that were kept in mind
CARNEVALE CONFECTIONS: A BLOODSTAINED MASQUERADE
Sogno Dell’Arlecchino + Blood & Candy
inspiration focuses were chocolates, vampires (blood and gothic), carnevale (harlequins), decadence and detail, and Italy. just. in general.
DRAFT 1, sketch
writing, from top left to bottom right
makeup is carnevale inspired, maybe jade for vampire/rainbow drinker
ribbon-like chocolate gift decoration (in hair)
drips - blood? chocolate? (necklace)
wavy hair to invoke pouring chocolate
cream filling or icing (around the hem of bust)
rhinestones in hair and in tulle for decadence
tulle (bustle) -> make it lace, more common in carnevale costumes
caramel drizzle, small jewels as 'salt' (decorating the gloves)
corset VERY IMPORTANT for vampiresque vibe
subtle pattern (on the corset)
like little maltesers (on the bustle)
alternating black and white (skirt panels)
the dress shape itself was inspired by several looks from 'salon du chocolat' fashion shows, however this was abandoned
DRAFT 2, lines (attempt 1)
switched to a long skirt for a more classic silhouette, skirt drafts
based on various cake decoration methods, asked in servers which i should go with and then tried to merge the chocolate chips and the icing for maximum decadence, however
chocolate chips were abandoned due to looking somewhat messy
some rhinestones were placed to replace them much later
LINEWORK, attempt 2 (i redrew the entire thing with a thinner lineweight)
as well as the things written here, i switched out the hairpiece from chocolate squares to unturned fangs and roses
i also included the rest of the moodboard i was using in this image so you can see the other things i was inspired by
COLOUR DRAFTS
tried roughly placing colour in this phase, wanted to have a bright lilac main colour to balance out the dark details and hair, since carnevale costumes tend to be extremely bright and eye-catching, tried to avoid using completely desaturated colours
decided to put the gradient at the bottom of the dress because putting it at the top made it look like it wasn't one piece with the bust, wasn't really happen with the contrast between the leg ribbons and the lilac however
part way through colouring i decided i hated the lilac, tried to darken it a little, still didn't like it, turned it black
decided to hand-draw a tonne of embroidery for the corset because most carnevale dresses have heavy detail in texture and lace pattern
the front two panels are paisley/plant-inspired and then the panels on the back which is then echoed for the translucent torso piece are geometric patterns based off of commedia dell'arte costumes for the character trope 'harlequin'
the torso piece also has small unique embroidered flowers in each of the larger empty spaces because seriously these carnevale outfits go so heavy on patterns
more italian gothic architecture, this hatched pattern has a multiply layer depicting the Duomo of Siena onto the fan, which is a fascinating piece of architecture that spanned centuries to finish
#Aelynn Stuff#Gold Art#12th perigee ball#12th perigee ball 2023#THIS TOOK SO MANY HOURS AND JUST A LITTLE BIT OF CRYING AND LAYING MY HEAD ON MY DESK BUT I'M DONE!!!#i don't know which one to use so sorry for putting it in both#anyway uhhh thank you everyone for tolerating my descent into madness while i drew this#i started while i was heavy in art block
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And Maybe It Wasn’t Meant to Be
Moodboard
Warnings: None really, its just sad.
Notes: This is part of a collab! Go to the first tag to check out everyone else’s work after this! :3
Wordcount: 3k
You turn and see that the door to the greenhouse is thrown wide open. Warm summer air immediately rushes in, replacing the regulated cool air of the greenhouse and enveloping you in a cocoon of humidity. A maid stands in the doorway, panting and struggling to catch her breath. Her face is unfamiliar, indicating that she may be one of the newly hired batch of maids. You make a mental note to learn her name and stand, brushing soil off your skirt. After stretching to ease your aching joints, you head for your father’s study. You walk along a smooth paved road back towards the towering mansion that you call home. It’s a fine summer day. The breeze is light, the sun is shining, and it is not too hot. Most of the windows of the mansion are open to let in light, and through them you can see servants scurrying around to complete their tasks. The picturesque view that lays before you almost makes the mansion before you glow. The walk to your father’s study is mostly quiet. Save for being stopped by the guards before entering the main building, no one bothers to look your way. You make your way towards the study. Two guards, displaying the blue and silver Kim crest, announce your arrival to your father. A quiet “come in” can be heard, so you open the thick oak door and step inside.
You see your father sitting at his desk and immediately something is amiss. What would usually be neat stacks of papers are all over the place, the book of law that your father keeps in his display is on his desk and open, and the usual tranquility of the study is gone. The sovereign of the Kim household is by no means handsome, nor is he astounding in sword-fighting, horse riding, or archery. He is neither imposing nor laughably short, neither strong nor weak. He is a kind man, kinder than most in his position. Yet other than brief moments of extreme sadness or joy, he is not prone to displaying his true emotions, even to his own children. So when you look your father in the eyes, you wonder what has made him so upset. He looks absolutely exhausted, the dark circles under his eyes seemingly darker, his wrinkles more prominent and his salt and pepper hair leaning towards salt. You take a seat in a chair across from your father and wait for him to speak. After a while, he asks, “You know how we’ve been at war with Gojoseon for the past ten years right?”
“Yes father.”
“Well, the Emperor of Gojoseon and our gracious almighty Emperor have decided that too many have died from this war. But in order to end this war, we must…” He trails off.
“What must we do father?” You prompt, curiosity successfully piqued.
“As you know, our Emperor has no heirs, but the Emperor of Gojoseon has two.” He stops again. Thinking this is some type of test, you start rambling.
“You’ll go?! But what of your health?! How will you make the journey with your failing health? And what about hiding the fact that you are part jade rabbit?” Your father stands up hurriedly, slamming his hands on the desk.
“Disobeying means treason. Treason means that you die. Treason means that Seungie dies. I will go. End of discussion.” You stand up and calmly leave the study. The second you exit, you start dashing to your room. The walls, windows, and doors all blur together as you desperately attempt to enter your room. You search desperately for a satchel of herbs, fumbling through the contents of your dresser. The herbs prevent fainting spells, but your vision grows increasingly dark, and your arms grow weak. You blink, and everything goes black.
The first thing you hear when you come to is someone yelling at you.
“You are an absolutely fucking idiot you know that?! Why the hell did you run?! You could’ve died! And why are you agreeing to go to Gojoseon? And what is this about you possibly getting married to LEE MINHO of all people?” A blurry image of your brother towering over you slowly comes into focus.
“Hello to you too Seungie.”
“It’s oppa to you. I’m older!”
“Ok Seungie.”
“Kim Seungmin, stop yelling at your sister before she gets worse.”
“Yea Seungie, stop yelling at me!”
“Y/N, my dear, are you sure about going to Gojoseon? Completely sure?”
“Yes, sir!”
“This isn’t a joking matter! Actually answer you brat!”
“Yes, Seungie. Seungmin-oppa. Kim Seungmin. I am sure. Possibly. Maybe.”
“You little..! WHY GET BACK HERE!”
The countryside of Gojoseon is a sea of greens and yellows with the occasional addition of pinks, purples, and reds of a wild flower field. Little villages occasionally pop up along the roadside, bustling with activity and people working. Yet, as beautiful as the scenery is, you can’t help but feel bored along the way. You dig around your small satchel that you always carry for the piece of paper that has a list of all the other nineteen ladies that are also forced to try to “impress” a stuck up asshole who only cared about having sex with his servants.
You started scanning the list, trying to find people that you can talk to. You recognize Seoyeon from the Jeon family and Yunjin from the Huh family but that is about it. Not that you expect much, since you couldn’t attend many events due to the weakness that comes with the burden of being part jade rabbit. The healing powers take so much of a toll out of you that you started learning how to use herbs to heal instead of relying on your own powers. Simply existing is so draining, making you so so so frail.
The sun is warm and the rhythmic rocking of the carriage lulls you to sleep.
The maid shakes you awake when the carriage arrives at the royal palace. Shaking sleep out of your eyes, you carefully stand up and stretch a bit before moving to exit the carriage. But before you grab ahold of the handle, the door of the carriage is opened by what seemed to be a manservant. He escorts you out of the carriage and leads you into the main ballroom where twelve of the nineteen other ladies are assembled. Introductions are quick, short, and concise. Jisoo, Nayeon, Ryujin, Miyeon, Chaewon, Wonyoung, Eunchae, Hyein, Taeyeon, Jimin, Chungha, and Youha. Seoyeon and Yunjin haven’t arrived yet, so you resign yourself to pointless small talk with people you’ve only greeted before. The conversations are awkward, most of them prodding you about your multiple absences from important events. Soon the room begins to fill up. Seoyeon and Yunjin arrive, so you excuse yourself and go to converse with the only people you actually know. There were so many names, so many people. Blank, blank, blank, blank, blank. All those names mean nothing to you, you only know of their fathers and the land that they own.
Once everyone gathers together, the crown prince enters the room. You hear soft gasps from more than one person in the room. The rumors are right in one regard, the prince is extremely handsome. He has sharp cat-like eyes, long thick eyelashes, and plush lips that are upturned into a smirk at that very moment. He seems untouchable, angelic even. The entire image is dispelled the second he spoke.
“Well, it seems the people who are fighting to be my bride have all arrived. So far, none of you interest me whatsoever. So, figure out how to fix the lack of personality in this room, then you can try to make your bid for my hand.” And with that, he saunters out of the room.
The crown prince is the MOST arrogant, self-absorbed person you have ever met in your entire life. He seemed to think that everyone was here out of their own free will and not because they had to be handed off to solve a war that lasted for ten years all because of two men and some pretty girl. He seemed to think he was the fucking king of the world. He was pretty, you’d give him that. But that was probably the only good thing about him.
The following morning you receive a royal invitation to attend the first event. You are reasonably shocked when the invitation declared, in rather arrogant writing if you could put it that way, that the first event is a pudding making event of all things. You have absolutely no idea why you would ever need to make pudding as queen but you chalk that up to different customs.
You walk through the vast halls of the Gojoseon grand palace. The vast maze of corridors and similar looking wooden doors end up confusing you, and you end up well and truly lost. Seeing a member of the cleaning staff working nearby, you decide to ask her where exactly the competition is held. But the second you say, “Pardon me,” she runs off. Decidedly confused and still absolutely lost, you whirl around to try to make it back to your room before you crash into someone's chest.
You groan at the absolute cliche occurring right now and try to reorient yourself only to meet the feline eyes of the prince.
“Well well well, who do we have here?” Fuck his pretty voice, fuck his pretty face and fuck him for crashing into you.
“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” He barely whispers the words. “What are you doing here? The competition’s on the other side of the castle.” He continues.
“I got lost.” You mutter sheepishly.
“Oh, come, it’s this way.” Minho grabs your hand and practically drags you back the way you came.
He drags you through hallways that all look the same before pushing through a set of double doors into the kitchen. You expect to be the last one there but it seems that everyone else also got confuzzled as the room is completely empty.
“So everyone's lost. This is why I told Father to give everyone a guide. No one knows how to do SHIT here.” Minho mutters under his breath.
“Well uh. You can start I guess. Just… make pudding.” He stutters and then rushes off to somewhere.
You roam around the room, trying to find some kind of cookbook or recipe to make pudding. You’ve made pudding before of course, but you don’t know what Gojoseon pudding tastes like or looks like. While you search, you mull over the surprising soft side hidden behind the cold exterior of the Prince. He cared enough to bring you to the kitchen. You finally give up and just end up asking one of the kitchen staff that stand at the edges of the room for help.
“Excuse me Miss, do you mind explaining to me how Gojoseon’s pudding is made?” You ask, keeping in mind to bow your head a little as a sign of respect for someone older.
The staff member startles, as if unused to respect from nobility, before bowing and saying, “Of course I can help you my Lady.”
She introduces herself as Suho, and she has worked under the care of the King for thirty years now. In between her explanations of how to properly prepare pudding and her intense monitoring of its creation, she tells stories of her daughter and her granddaughter. You feel safe in her presence, and she feels like your missing mother, all kind and warm, loving and caring.
Just as you finish whisking the vanilla into the warmed pudding, a shy, slightly bent over maid opens the doors to the kitchen and the other nineteen ladies enter the room, at their heels is an impatient Minho.
“Hurry up and make the pudding. You all are late already so don’t dilly dally.” Minho barks out the order before turning on his heel and slamming the door. The prince has yet again placed his stoic mask back onto his face. You turn in your finished pudding to Suho and she tells you to go explore the castle. She mentions that the second test will happen the following day so you have the rest of the day to relax and have fun.
You make your way out, hearing the soft whispers of the other ladies behind you, no doubt brewing up some rumor of how you cheated. You wander the halls once more, this time trying to find a way out to the gardens so you could breathe the fresh air and see the sky.
Suddenly, you hear a cry of pain coming from the door to your right. You open the door and see the Queen of Gojoseon on the floor screaming in pain. You immediately rush over to help her back on her bed, ignoring the strange looks from the other maids who are tending to her. You notice that her fingers are blue and the veins in her neck are a purplish blackish color. You recognize those as the symptoms of Yarrow Disease, one of the most deadly diseases that currently has no known cure and no known origin.
No known cure, except for a jade rabbit’s magic that is. And so you decide to use your magic for the first time in years. The tingling sensation starts up again and you immediately begin to feel faint. But you see the purple start receding from the veins in the Queen’s neck and the color returning to her fingers and you know you’re doing well. You hold the spell until you cannot sense any more disease before promptly blacking out.
Your hearing comes back before your sight does.
“Are you sure she’s a jade rabbit?”
“She is to be your bride Minho, and that is final.”
“Yongbokkie I don’t think this will affect any part of the treaty, besides she helped mom, I don’t think Father is too keen on fighting a war with the country whose nobility just saved his wife.”
“Someone call the doctor, the Lady’s awake!”
When you finally are able to see again, your eyes meet the glaring brightness of the sun and the warm unfamiliar eyes of a freckle dotted boy. He smiles at you and then calls Minho over. You wince at the noise, still hypersensitive from just waking up.
You manage to sit up slightly and meet Minho’s eyes. You avert your gaze and stare off at the door instead.
“Are you alright?” He murmurs. “You’ve been asleep for a week now.”
“I’m fine, I’m fine. This always happens after I use my powers.” You whisper and flick your eyes downwards.
Then a long pause. Neither of you say anything and the silence becomes extremely awkward.
Thankfully, you are interrupted by the King entering the room. He claps his hands and clears his throat, rather unnecessarily you might add.
“First, let me extend my most sincere gratitude to you for healing my wife of her Yarrow Disease.” The King’s voice booms and echoes in the tiny hospital ward, making your ears ring.
“Second of all,” the King continues, still using that big booming voice of his, “you will marry my son, consider this my thank you.” And with that, he exits the room leaving you to mull over his words.
“I’ll uh… leave you to process that I guess?” and with that, Minho leaves the room as well.
The following six months were a blur of preparations for the wedding. You had tried on numerous dresses earlier that day and just managed to escape the seamstresses grasp but ten minutes ago. Now you browse the library, trying to choose a book to read next when Minho taps you on the shoulder. You turn and smile, trying your best to ignore the fluttery feeling you get whenever Minho smiles at you.
“Mother’s asking for you. She says you need to pick flowers. I told her you wanted lavender but she doesn’t believe me.”
“I’ll go then!” You smile and start to walk out, ignoring the thump thump of your heart when you realize that he remembers your favorite flower.
Suddenly the glass of the library windows shatter and a figure drops to the ground. Before anyone can react, the figure stabs Minho in the stomach and rushes off. You dash towards Minho, using your healing powers to close up the wound and prevent him from bleeding out and dying. The last thing you recall is the sound of soldiers running in and you black out.
You haven't woken up yet. It’s been two weeks now and you still haven't woken up. Minho remembers this same sequence of events playing out before but he doesn’t remember this feeling. This feeling of pain at the thought that he’d lose you. That he won’t be able to talk to you or see you smile. And maybe he’s known this for a while now but has just never wanted to admit it to himself that he loves you. That he’s loved you for a long time now and he’s just coming to terms with that.
He knows his father is furious about this attack. And he knows what will happen whether you wake up or not. But he doesn’t want to face that now. He just wants to hold you, to remember every last detail of you before you leave him.
He can’t watch. He knows he can’t. He can’t watch your limp body being dragged out, he can’t listen to his father blame you for the attack and sentence you, he can’t do anything. He cannot leave. And as he watches the executioner’s sword draw closer and closer to your neck his vision blurs from tears.
Days blur together, eat, sleep, eat, sleep. He knows not of when one day ends and another begins. He only knows of grief, and pain, and the knowledge that life is too short to wait for a sign from the heavens to do anything.
There are voices outside his door, his parents arguing over whether you should’ve died or not. He cares naught. You are gone. And as his eyes flutter shut, he dreams of you and what could have been.
@svngcore
#[📜] soendsthemyth#lee know x reader#skz x reader#lee know imagines#lee know x y/n#stray kids x reader#stray kids
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This tumblrina/dumbass accidentally deleted an ask sent by @peonierose, but it took me a while to create these, so I'm posting anyway 😅
What is something you love about your MC / OC? You can create and share anything you’d like 😍 HC‘s, moodboards, edits or drabbles. Have fun and gush about your MC / OC 🥰
Also what made you create your MC /OC what was your inspiration?
Daphne is super creative and I love that she adds an artistic touch to everything she does. Her mother was artist as well, so she was raised in a environment where she was constantly influenced by her mother's career in music theatre and developed her skills on music, dancing and visual arts.
Her artistic side shows on how she expresses herself (from the many paintings of inspired by her loved ones to her clothing style), to how she hosts parties for friends and family (e.g. choosing dishes with the nicest presentation and folding napkins). Her passion to make everything more aesthetic pleasing knows no bounds and her partner, grandmother and even her mother-in-law wholeheartedly approve it.
Daphne was inspired by canon D&D MC. Back then I was insecure about writing period pieces and writing in British English (I mostly learned US English, so every now and then an US American slang still slips 😅), but I really wanted to write Prince Hamid. So I chose to bring them to the 21st century and make Daphne an English/Chinese descendant that lived in US most of her life.
I love Jade's boldness. This is something that already exists in TRR MC and I chose to keep it as part of Jade's personality. She is a woman with a tragic past, many losses, mental illness. She had to grow up faster, learn how to be tough faster. And even she becomes happily married and mother of three, she knows life isn't a fairytale and she isn't afraid to speak her mind and to fight for what she believes in and for her loved ones.
Jade is also based on canon TRR MC, but not quite. I understand why TRR MC is written without a backstory, but when I decided to write TRR fanfiction, I wanted to her to have her own story and give her real motivation to leave her life behind to pursue a man she barely knew.
The whole complexity of her character came after I had written a few chapters and have planned a few things for the series. MC suffered a sexual assault attempt, she has her reputation and loyalty to Liam constantly questioned by Cordonian tabloids, she endured a series of life threats... It wouldn't make sense to me if this girl, who went through all this shit and already had a heavy of baggage before, still had the "yay, I'm royalty! Bring me my fancy big hat" vibe canon MC has.
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𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙈. 𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩
(Warning: This Masterlist is being replaced as of July 2022!!)
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Angst - 🌧
Fluff - 🌸
Crack - 🤡
Suggestive/Nsfw - 🔥
Platonic/Familial - 🌼
Possibly Triggering - 🚫
Lucifer
Lucifer
Lucifer
Finding their S/o who has committed suicide (OLD) 🚫🌧
Finding their S/o who has committed suicide (OLD) 🚫🌧
Finding their S/o who has committed suicide (OLD) 🚫🌧
Finding their S/o who has committed suicide (OLD) 🚫🌧
Reactions to their short s/o attempting to attack them for making fun of their height 🤡
Mammon
Moodboard for Mammon Grieving over Mc’s death 🌧
Headcanons of Mammon finding out you’re a virgin 🔥🤡
Leviathan
Finding their S/o who has committed suicide (OLD) 🚫🌧
Reactions to their short s/o attempting to attack them for making fun of their height 🤡
Satan
Finding their S/o who has committed suicide (OLD) 🚫🌧
Reactions to their short s/o attempting to attack them for making fun of their height 🤡
Asmodeus
Finding their S/o who has committed suicide (OLD) 🚫🌧
Reactions to their short s/o attempting to attack them for making fun of their height 🤡
Moodboard for taking a walk in a rose garden with Asmodeus 🌸
Beelzebub
Finding their s/o who has committed suicide (OLD) 🚫🌧
Reactions to their short s/o attempting to attack them for making fun of their height 🤡
Belphegor
Reactions to their short s/o attempting to attack them for making fun of their height 🤡
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨
Diavolo
Seeing their s/o assassinated in front of them 🚫🌧
Reactions to their short s/o attempting to attack them for making fun of their height 🤡
Barbatos
Seeing their s/o assassinated in front of them 🚫🌧
Reactions to their short s/o attempting to attack them for making fun of their height 🤡
Moodboard for stargazing with Barbatos 🌸
Simeon
Reactions to their short s/o attempting to attack them for making fun of their height 🤡
Solomon
Reactions to their short s/o attempting to attack them for making fun of their height 🤡
Luke
Moodboard for taking Luke on a trip to a theme park 🌸🌼
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙄𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙩
𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩
Diluc
Hc’s for being stuck in a hot car 🤡🌸
Moodboard for Vampire!Diluc 🚫
Kaeya
Hc’s for being stuck in a hot car 🤡🌸
Lisa
Hc’s for being stuck in a hot car 🤡🌸
Albedo
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Bennett
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Razor
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
𝙇𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙚
Ningguang
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Beidou
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Ganyu
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Childe
Hc’s for being stuck in a hot car 🤡🌸
Scaramouche
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Chongyun
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Xingqiu
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Qiqi
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
𝙄𝙣𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙖
Kazuha
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Thoma
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Ayato
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Gorou
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙨 / 𝘼𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞
Venti
Hc’s for being stuck in a hot car 🤡🌸
Zhongli
Hc’s for being stuck in a hot car 🤡🌸
Cursed horse-man Zhongli 🤡
Xiao
Hc’s for being stuck in a hot car 🤡🌸
Xiao loses his s/o and goes insane 🚫🌧
𝙏𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙
𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙪𝙡
Riddle
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Trey
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Ace
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Deuce
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Cater
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
𝙎𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙬
Leona
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Ruggie
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
Jack
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉
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I cling to your lips like gloss (2)
a Javier Peña x OFC story
also on AO3
author: @youhavereachedtheendofpie (in case u wanna come say hello on main but no pressure)
rating/warnings: swearing, mentions of character death, some mentions of sexual situations but nothing explicit, spoilers for season 2 (should probably have tagged ch1 for this too oops)
words: 6607, no regrets
summary: it’s not a date if it’s for work
Author’s note: There is so much research that went into this I would just like to say thank you internet for letting me look up stuff from the comfort of my own home at unholy hours even though I did get very distracted while looking up late 80s wedding dress fashion. Also bless the s2 dvd extra which was a director’s commentary on s2 ep10 and very informative.
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Prologue
Chapter 1 - The Informant
Chapter 2 - A Wedding and Four Funerals
"All the best from Mr DEA." Diana said as she threw herself down in the seat across from her best friend. Gabriela looked effortlessly glamourous as usual, even though she was just in a blouse and jeans. She just had that air about her, like one of the vintage movie stars, something Diana had never quite been able to match. She was well aware she was downright frumpy in comparison, not one to catch eyes just by walking past. For the most part, that suited her. Gabi tried to seem nonchalant about the greeting.
"Oh?" She sipped gingerly from her drink and put her menu away. "You finally met, then? He's back?"
Diana nodded and stowed away her purse and cardigan. "Yeah, this afternoon and yesterday, in the morning. He seems... nice enough? I don't know. Not a talker, is he? He seems a bit on edge, to be honest. Though I suppose that's to be expected." But despite everything, he still has kindness in his eyes.
Gabi just grinned at her for a long moment, waiting to pounce.
"Yeah, he can be a bit of a grump. ...Handsome though, no?"
Diana sighed, swatting at the other woman with her own menu. "Did it ever occur to you that the newly divorced woman might have had her fill of men for the time being?"
"It has occcurred to me that five years of unchanging, uninspired missionary for half an hour exactly, twice a week, with that wet blanket you married might have left you with the need to really be filled by a man for once."
"Gabriela!" she gasped, choking on thin air and mortification, even though their conversations would often get way more explicit than this. Just never with her being the subject. Gabriela just smiles like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, hailing a waiter to give him their order.
"Speaking of newly divorced: has the dipshit finally signed the papers then?" Diana groaned, throwing her glasses down onto the table to massage her temples.
"No, he's dragging his feet. Which is ridiculous, it's not like I want anything from him. It's not like we're fighting tooth and nail over every other thing, like that American movie, the one we watched on your mom's old VHS player, you know? With Meryl Streep? In any case, now he decides to fight? If you can call that fighting."
"Kramer vs Kramer." Gabi remarked sagely. "Yeah... At least you don't have children together. That could really have gone ugly. I still don't know what you ever saw in that man."
"Oh shut it. I used to be fond of Juan Mateo; I don't know when that changed." Diana huffed, quickly snatching up her glasses when the waiter sailed over with their drinks and appetizer.
"Well that's the problem, you never loved him! And your parents set too good an example; what could ever live up to that?" She took a generous drag from her drink, then dug into the food with hungry abandon. "At least you're finally rid of his snoring. And his mother."
"God, she really hated me. Couldn't bear it that her precious boy brought some lowly scum from the comunas into her pristine middle class home. Marrying me might have just been the only demonstration of free will that man has ever managed." Diana allowed herself to seethe a bit at the memory, taking it out on her food as she stabbed at it roughly. "And I will definitely not miss the snoring."
"Mr DEA barely snores." Gabriela remarked lightly. "Just ...very softly. It's quite cute."
"Since when do you let clients stay to actually sleep?" Diana inquired around a mouthful, brows scrunched. Gabriela hummed thoughtfully, swiping some sauce off her plate with a piece of bread.
"Ah, but he was so tired, poor thing. It wouldn't have been safe to send him back out, he would have crashed his car and died in a ditch somewhere, which would have been a real shame. I just let him nap for an hour or so that one time. Besides, I wasn't in any state to do much myself after he blew my back out." She had a way of being so nonchalant about these things that Diana supposed came from a sort of professional equanimity. Diana possessed no such poise and gawked openly, the wheels turning in her head as she recalled previous conversations and connected dots.
"Oh." She breathed as realization hit. "Oh! No! That was him? You're kidding me. How am supposed to look him in the eye now?" Gabi was already cackling, barely able to hold her laughter as Diana sputtered, recalling the very detailed recounting she'd received after the night in question. "You said you felt that for days after!"
"I did, but it was worth it." Gabi was now subtly holding her sides, having pushed her empty plate away to be collected. "You see, you're my dearest and oldest friend and I only want the best for you."
"I'm sure Mr DEA would be delighted to know of your crude attempts to pimp him out." Diana snarked, pushing her own plate to the side just in time to be whisked away by the waiter. "You're incorrigible. This is serious. Besides, I think he really liked you, actually."
"He liked the illusion of intimacy, like most of my clients. Lonely but with committment issues to the moon and back. It's not like I'm telling you to marry him. I'm just trying to get you properly laid for once." Gabriela scoffed. She could be so detached sometimes. In fact, one could call it downright cynical. But Diana had known her since they were both in pigtails and could detect the care behind even the most jaded words.
"Oh whatever. I request a change of topic. How's your book coming along? Any progress on that chapter that's been giving you so much trouble?" Diana asked sweetly, making the other woman glare at her over the plates with their main courses as they were being set down. Because yes, Gabriela does indeed write more than letters, and she's good, too. Also, two can play this game of being just slightly mean.
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Javier hated team meetings. And now that he was the boss here he couldn't even get out of them. Worse, he had to lead them. He looked over the assembled agents, glad that he had most of their names down by now. Gladder still that this was a DEA-only event and he wouldn't have to deal with any of Stechner's CIA asswads for now.
"Duffy, where are we on the shipments?" He turned to the other man expectantly. Duffy was one of the few agents here that weren't younger than him; he actually had some experience under his belt, unlike all these fucking greenhorns the higher-ups had sent him. He forced himself to pay attention to Agent Duffy's answer, making notes of important dates as he listened. Operation Cornerstone had, at this point, not yet come to full fruition, but if they continued to put in their due dilligence it was almost certain to turn up something useful. When they'd gone through all the points on his agenda, and after clearing up a few uncertainties, he dismissed the roomful of agents.
"Duffy, got another moment?" Javier stopped the other agent as he turned to leave the conference room.
"Sir?" Duffy sat back down and pulled his writing pad back out.
"Have you come up with any ideas for my informant in Calí?" Javier had mentioned this before, seeing as Duffy was one of the agents permanently stationed at the Calí field office. Now that Escobar was gone it would look suspicious if the head of the DEA in the country trekked up to Medellín every other week, and they needed a better way for Miss Rivas to hand over her collected intel. Duffy cleared his throat and caught the eye of one of his colleagues and waved him over.
"Lopez here has had a few ideas, sir. Tony, tell the boss your ideas for drop-offs."
The other agent was younger, handsome in that pretty way that made girls sigh dreamily, going by his own, admittedly remote, memory of high school and college. Lopez hadn't said much during the meeting, but had that eager glint in his eyes that said he wanted to prove himself. Javier had had that same look when he first came down here; it hadn't survived the first year.
"Let's hear it."
"Okay, so I was thinking the public library might be worth a shot." Agent Lopez pulled a notepad from his own case, squinting down at the scrawled chickenscratch. Javier nodded along, encouraging more than praise. He'd have to run these ideas by Miss Rivas anyway, and if she had concerns they were back at square one. But that was a river he intended to cross when the time came and not a second earlier.
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The satphone was also a good instinct because after their preliminary meetings in April, it gets irritatingly difficult to arrange another one for over a month.
"The what now?"
"The 4th International Poetry Festival. It's on from June 2nd to 8th." she explained patiently. "Orietta Lozano, Gloria Gervitz, Blanca Varela!"
"I assume those are poets."
"Obviously."
"You want me to go to a poetry festival with you?"
"No, I'm taking the week off and I'm going to the festival, and I am also free to meet you. I'm just suggesting that maybe your work hours don't all have to be spent in dreariness and drudgery." Something sizzled on the other end of the line where she was making herself dinner while talking to him, and it made Javier's stomach grumble. "A bit of culture is good for the soul, Agent Peña. You'll burn yourself out with how much you work. When was the last time you ever did anything for fun? Read a book? Hell, listened to music?"
Whenever you call me. She always had music on at home. It drifted through the receiver, a soothing background hum that was too soft to truly make out most times. Add to that the fact that he was still sitting in his office at almost half past seven in the evening, and he didn't have a proper counter-argument.
"Alright, fine. 2nd to 8th, I'll see what I can do."
--- --- ---
She was wearing another belted shirt dress, this one pale yellow and sleeveless, the full skirt reaching to just below the knees. It reminded Javier of the style his mother used to wear when he was little. Saturday, June 4th, had him meet up with Miss Rivas at the Teatro Metropolitano in central Medellín. Her dress contrasted against the blocky red building in a way that tugged familiar, but Javier was trying to train himself to not see blood in every instance of red.
"This is quite a way from Envigado." He announced his approach as soon as he was close enough to not have to shout. She jumped a bit, clearly startled, but her lips pulled into a polite smile when she recognized him.
"Agent Peña." She greeted. "No, cultural grandeur doesn't usually make it out to the comunas." She sat back down on the bench and pulled a flyer from her (rather big) purse, thumbing it pensively. Javier sat beside her, not quite at arms' length. Trying to appear wordlessly inviting, if only to mask how at a loss for words she made him feel. He seemed to be no longer used to normal, civil human interaction.
"Right, there is one reading here at the Metropol that starts in about half an hour that I think you might like. It has a few of the international poets; a few of them will be reading in English. Then there's another one later at the Teatro Carlos Vieco that I'm keen on. It's about half an hour on foot between locations, but there's the open air exhibits that only require a small detour." She pointed it all out on the program as she spoke, Javier silently nodding along in acknowledgement. "I've planned it so there's more than enough time for a lunch break. I hate having to rush through things that are meant to be enjoyed. I brought arepas, but there are usually enough street vendors out and about to get something else, if you prefer." She really did talk a lot. That was surprisingly fine by Javier, since it meant he didn't have to. "Though of course if you'd rather just get your intel and go I understand, but I must insist on at least this first reading, Agent Peña. But otherwise I wouldn't want to impose. I'm sure you have other things to do."
His lips twitched involuntarily and he held his hand out for the program flyer, silently reading it over. None of the names rung any kind of bell. Not that he was much of a poetry aficionado. "Sounds good to me."
She blinked. "Which part?"
He handed her back the flyer, which she took automatically, still eyeing him with uncertainty.
"All of it." She blinked again, looking mildly shocked, the flyer still dangling uselessly from her fingers. "Miss Rivas, I came all the way here and you went through all this trouble planning. It would be a waste to part ways after so short a time."
Truth be told it sounded ...nice. The thought of spending a day just exploring, letting work be work for even just a day (or at least part of it). Despite being an only child, he'd never liked being on his own even when he was young, cherishing every day spent with school friends or any of his numerous cousins. And it wasn't like he'd had to do far less pleasant things for information.
Her expression morphed from uncertain gaping into a wide, pleased smile that he couldn't help but mirror. Maybe she was quite a nice lady after all.
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"...I have to ask though: What's a ...smit- ...smee-dereen?"
"Smithereens." Javier corrected gently as they exited the venue after the reading. "It means... it's all the small pieces that are left over when something is destroyed. Like with a bomb."
"Hmm," she hummed, pensive as they strolled along with the leisurely flow of the crowd, "I'll have to think a bit more about this." She fished around in her purse, producing bottled water and offering him one. He took it gratefully, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip. "How did you like it, Agent Peña? Already regretting agreeing to this?"
"No." Javier found himself replying perhaps a smidgeon too quickly. "No, it's very uh... enriching." And not what he'd expected at all. Though the festival was now in its fourth year running, he'd never had the chance or the wish, really, to attend it before. He'd barely taken note of its existence, too preoccupied with chasing down leads.
"Hm, you don't have to mollify me, Agent Peña. You'll still get your intel, don't worry." Her expression slipped, from an almost serene smile back into that underlying heaviness that he could identify only now that it had been lifted for a short while.
"Miss Rivas," he said earnestly, "I wouldn't lie to you. I'm just not that good with words. That's why I'm a government agent and not a poet."
That at least made her chuckle a bit. And it was true, too. He felt lighter, in a way, like his mind had been craving a break from the frustrating work of trying to find an in to take down the cartel. Even his shoulders felt less tense here. And it was a beautiful day, too. Warm but not too hot, sunny with a mild breeze. People were out and about around them, festival goers and other citizens alike, mingling freely with a carelessness that would have been unthinkable only a year prior.
"Juan Mateo never wanted to come with me to this." She gestured vaguely at the city and its people around them. "My husband. Ex-husband. Technically still husband because he won't sign the divorce papers." Her features turned tense as she explained, a slight frown appearing between her brows. "Not that it matters now, of course. But goodness, that man had no sense for these things. He thought top shelf coffee was the height of culture. He'd act like going out to a bar one evening every few weeks was a chore beyond compare. Such a martyr!" She huffed and Javier laughed softly, offering to take her bag for a while as she adjusted it on her shoulder for the third time now.
"No, that's alright. It's not heavy. This way." Her hand naturally slipped into the crook of his elbow to steer him down the side of the road and Javier faltered for a moment, cursing himself for wearing a short-sleeved shirt even though it was comfortably warm. He just didn't want to get separated in the bustle of activity, he reasoned. This was a perfectly tame and non-offensive gesture and it would be rude to flinch away, he reasoned. She initiated it, after all. No harm no foul. This was still a professional alliance.
"You think very loudly, Agent Peña." She remarked, lightly squeezing his elbow. "It better not be about work."
"Technically I am at work right now." He countered, covering her hand on his arm with his much larger one and giving it an awkward pat.
"Lucky you." She teased, lightly nudging his side with her elbow.
"Beats paperwork, that's for sure."
They ambled along, weaving through the crowds where they gathered in front of street performers and makeshift stages. Javier couldn't deny that it felt good to feel the sun on his skin, un-recycled air in his lungs; most of all being far away from Stechner and his legion of CIA goons was almost rejuvenating. They fell into a languid rhythm, walking leisurely and stopping every so often to linger a bit where music was being played or more poetry recited, in front of the stalls of local artisans or to look at the sculptures that had been put up as an open air exhibit throughout the city. Every so often, Miss Rivas would tell him some little anecdote, be it about any of the previous festivals or just the city itself. He barely felt the time pass.
By the time they'd made it across the river and to the park wherein the open-air theatre was situated, it was time for a late lunch and Javier felt his stomach start to protest, all that walking serving to work up an appetite.
"...and after school Gabi and I would trek across town to the library and hide by the shelves in the back, the ones with the old classics, and we'd read all the scandalous 19th-century novels about adulteresses and other fallen women. You know, Anna Karenina, Thérèse Raquin, Madame Bovary, Tess of the d'Urbervilles..." Miss Rivas set her bag down and produced a fairly big plastic container from within, setting it on the bench between them. "Perhaps not the most appropriate fare for a couple of fifteen-year-old girls, but it wasn't like we had a whole lot of supervision, you know? It definitely wasn't appropriate to read to a five-year-old, so I guess it's good that Maritza never really paid attention much- Stop my prattling any time, Agent Peña. I know I talk too much; Juan Mateo always used to say so."
Javier paused, an abundantly filled arepa inches from his mouth. "He what now?"
She flushed, looking down and picking at the wrapping paper she'd bundled the food up in. "It's fine, it's not a big deal, really."
"It's not fine." Javier insisted. Told her to shut up, told his own wife that she talked to much! What an ass. He started tearing into the arepa with a glower. They sat in silence for a while, chewing tensely in this little corner of the park at the foot of Cerro Nutibara, in a spot that was fairly hidden among the greenery while still affording a decent view of the city streets below. Javier didn't even know why it irked him so much. There were worse things out there than insensitive husbands. Ex-husbands at that. Still, he seethed quietly in his righteous wrath.
"Wanna see something funny?" She was already digging through her purse, so he didn't see much sense in replying. She pulled a photo from some deep compartment in her wallet, looking down at it thoughtfully for a moment before passing it to him. In his defence, Javier hadn't meant to laugh. It just came out, snorty and half-aborted.
"Hey, at least I managed to evade the poofy sleeves, okay? My mother was dead set on them. She wanted me to look like the English lady… uh, Princess Diana. I think she might have taken the name as a sign."
"That's a.. that's a lot of satin." And tulle. Javier pressed out, still suppressing his laughter and barely succeeding. He could have pointed out that the mass of ruffles negated any absence of actual puff sleeves, but thought it better to refrain. And it wasn't like she hadn't looked beautiful as a bride, it was more that in that ruffled satin-and-tulle concoction she looked like an unwilling dress-up doll, despite the tasteful off-the-shoulder cut and flattering waistline. It was just... there were a lot of ruffles. There was a lot of dress, period. Paired with an expression that was better suited to a funeral, the effect was almost morbidly comedic.
"Wait till I show you the cake; we were basically identical." It was the dryness of her tone that set him off. There was no suppressing it now, Javier was bellowing, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. It didn't help that the dress fashion hadn't really strayed very far from the 'bigger and more style' in the years since. All things considered, this was a comparatively simple gown, lacking the mass of sparkly appliqués and abundance of bows and flowers that had been popular in the latter years of the previous decade. It just wasn't a style that suited her personality in any way, at all. Her slender figure was absolutely drowned in the sheer volume of the skirt alone. Hell, it completely overshadowed the already forgettable man standing by her side in the photo. Though 'by her side' was a generous descriptor. There was definitely enough space for the Holy Spirit and then some between the couple.
"My mother spent ages on that damn dress. Her hands looked like pincushions by the time she was done; that's why she wore gloves to the wedding."
"She's a seamstress, right? Your mother?" She'd mentioned it in an offhand comment during one of their previous phone calls.
"She was." Diana confirmed, tucking the picture away again. "Didn't think you'd remember that."
"Of course. I listen to everything you tell me."
Diana chuckled, flushing lightly. "It's not even relevant to the case!"
"I listen to everything you tell me." Javier insisted and started gathering up wrapping paper and such to throw away. A quick look at his watch told him they'd have to get moving soon if they wanted to make it to the theatre on time to get decent seats.
"Right." Diana collected her things to stuff them back into her bag. "So it's a no for ruffles, but what would you have me wear, Agent Peña? What do you think suits me?"
Javier couldn't have told even the most skilled interrogation expert what exactly compelled him to answer, and so readily at that, why he had an opinion at the ready in the first place, or at least that's what he preferred to tell himself.
"I think... something soft and flowy, not a whole lot of embellishments, if any. Clear lines and a light fabric, something you can dance in and be comfortable. Definitely no more satin."
She laughed now, as well, eyes twinkling with what he thought was approval. "You are full of surprises. Should I ever get married again, I'll most certainly engage your services as designer, Agent Peña."
"I'll keep a spot open for you. First consultation is free."
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How her hand can feel so natural there in the crook of his elbow after hardly a day, he cannot tell. All he knows is that by the time the reading at the open air theatre is done the sun has started to dip in the sky and if this was what his work was like more often he'd perhaps be happier in his workaholic ways. Though they haven't broached the topic of work in hours now, instead ambling half-aimlessly northward towards Conquistadores where he's parked his rental car at the hotel he's staying at. Because it is a long way to Envigado and he insisted on driving her home. Because even though now that Escobar is gone Medellín is much safer, but he's never been one to easily trust a good thing.
It's only when they've crossed the big main street Avenida 33 that Miss Rivas gets quieter. She's obviously tired following their prolonged outing, but he instantly misses the pleasant hum of her voice, her clever little observations- At the same time, it's a comfortable silence, not one weighed down by expectation. She'd even let down her hair from where it had been up in a ponytail for most of the day, most likely to keep the thick curtain of it away from her neck in the heat and sun.
They're just crossing a smaller square, the edge of it lined with shops, the hole-in-the-wall kind mostly, when she suddenly pulls away with a soft instruction to wait there for just a moment, and he's left to look after her flapping skirt with what is probably not the most dignified expression. Defeated, he sat down on the broad edge of a flowerbed nearby and watched her cross to a food vendor, order, and fish around for her wallet to pay, before turning around again with a plastic cup in each hand. Fresas con crema, he can make out upon her approach, and one corner of his mouth ticks up involuntarily.
"Hungry again?" He teased when she got within earshot, handing him one cup and setting the other down beside him along with her purse.
"There's always space for this in my stomach." She retorted primly. "If you don't want any, all the better."
"Thank you for the generous offer, but no. Thanks for this." He makes a show of cupping the treat protectively, fully knowing he'll have to set it down to unwrap the plastic spoon that came with it. It makes her laugh nonetheless, which imbues him with a strange, fluttery sense of accomplishment.
She's still standing, head thrown back and grinning wide, when her gaze catches on something at the far end of the plaza, and her expression morphs from glee to astonishment to rage so quickly it gives Javier whiplash.
"Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me!" Ripping off her glasses and thrusting them into his hands, she began stalking off.
Two things are fortuitous: one, she had to pass Javier to get to whatever she saw and two, his reflexes are still sharp enough for him to jump up and into her path, even having managed to safely deposit the cup of strawberries and cream.
"Whoa, what the hell is it?"
"I- ...she-" Her voice is strained, her whole body taut like a livewire as she attempts to round him and resume her warpath. On instinct, Javier took a few steps backwards, keeping himself between her and her target. It's only his hands on her shoulders that stall her enough for him to be able to whip his head around and follow her eyeline. That side of the square is empty save for an older lady shuffling along, huffing and puffing and blissfully unaware of the wrathful freight train about to rush her. To say Javier was puzzled would be an understatement.
"What, her? The old woman?"
"That's Hermilda Escobar!" She's shaking so much he has trouble keeping a grip on her. "Look at her! The nerve of that woman to show her face here-" She winds out from under his hands, rounding him with a quick sidestep, and he can only match her speed because his legs are longer.
"Hey!" Javier whisper-shouts to be met with flashing eyes, then repeats it more softly. "Hey. What exactly are you planning to do here, huh?"
"I'm gonna give that self-righteous bitch a piece of my mind is what I'm gonna do!" She retorted, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. It's cowing, the single-minded purpose rolling off of her. She's strumming with it, her seething damn near tangible. In her rage, she is ruthless. Javier had no doubt, in that moment, that once let go she might well maul the woman with more than words.
It's instinctive, the way his arm wraps around her. Like the few times he's had to restrain Steve and yet not like that at all. For one Javier doesn't have to go for a near chokehold, though energy-wise her wrath is at least as fierce. So, he wraps one long arm around her waist, hauling her much slighter body against his with a half-turn, her forearms colliding sharply with his chest.
"Easy." He rumbles, his other arm coming up to fold across her shoulders. "Easy. Calm down. Calm down!"
Palms smack against his pectorals and it stings. "Hey!" He tightens his hold around her trembling body, her angry, anguished squirming. Softens his voice. "Hey. Calm down, okay? What're you gonna do, beat up that old woman in the street? Come on, breathe."
The sound that comes out of her is something very closely related to a snarl, and he feels the bite of her nails even through his shirt, but holds fast, continuing to ramble empty phrases with the intent to soothe, or at least distract.
"If you tell me to calm down one more time I will get violent." She promised, hands pushing into his chest in an effort to break his hold. The old woman has almost passed by completely by now, seeming blissfully unaware of the savaging she's escaping. Javier held fast, as tight as he dared, the hand still pinching the pair of glasses between two fingers awkwardly patting at her shoulder while he sways them both, rocking from foot to foot.
By the time Diana has calmed down enough that he feels comfortable loosening his hold, the old woman is long gone from view. He feels her slump in his grip, reflexively tightening his arms again to hold her up.
"Hey," he gentles, lightly nudging the side of her head and thinking, distantly, that all but burying his nose into her soft hair is far too intimate a position for any of this. "Hey, it's alright, I've got you, okay? I've got you."
They're still swaying on the spot, a gentle see-saw motion, and then he felt the hands that had been clenching and unclenching on his chest lose all tension and drop down to the side. She's still shaking, her whole ribcage jumping with the hiccup of suppressed sobs. Somehow, he maneuvers them both around and back the few steps from where their snack and her purse still wait beside the flowerbed.
"Why'd you hand me these, anyway?" It's but a cheap distraction tactic, Javier handed her the glasses back as soon as she sat nevertheless.
"I'm not blind without them." Diana responded tersely, snatching the glasses and cleaning the lenses with the hem of her dress. When she doesn't deign to elaborate, he sighs and stretches from where he'd sat back on his haunches in front of her, resuming his earlier seat and finally unwrapping the spoon. It's a tense silence for a long moment, her aggravation like a pulse around them. Certainly it gives Javier a good bit to think on.
"You wanna tell me what that was all about?"
"Don't condescend to me. You may have been closer to the action, but I've lived here all my life." She ripped open her own packet with a vengeance, digging the spoon into her own portion with such force that the sliced strawberries bleed into the white cream. Javier sighed. Took a moment to order his words before they leave his tongue.
"I just need to know if this," he gestured between her and the edge of the square, "is going to be something that has to be taken into account. I need to know that you're not just in this for revenge. I need to know where you're at mentally. I need to be sure, both for your own safety and the integrity of this operation, that you're not just going to snap one day and try to claw Miguel Rodríguez' eyes out, okay?"
She chews angrily a moment, eyes flashing at him before she stares straight ahead again. The wrath is still rolling off of her in waves, perhaps dipping a bit in its intensity, but far from dulling just yet.
"You want to know my motivations, is that it? Well, let me lay it out for you, Agent Peña: of my entire class, a third never even made it to graduation, for one reason or another. I spent my youth plotting routes around gunfights in the street, with just enough success to still be alive, somehow. My mother was caught in the crossfire of a raid and was afraid to leave the house for years afterwards. My father was on that Avianca flight. My baby cousin Maritza is dead and her baby will grow up without her mother. And throughout it all, I took the coward's way out, moved cities, for university, for work, for marriage, for myself even, and everywhere I went they were, too. The narcos have spun their spider's web across the whole damn country and beyond and sooner or later everyone gets stuck in it. I got stuck in it despite my best efforts, and I'm tired of it. I'm tired of having to flee and turning up in dead ends. Somehow I have landed in this unique position, and I refuse to join them. Is that enough motivation for you, Agent Peña?"
She held his gaze, a challenge in fire, and he wondered how much longer that adrenaline surge would sustain her before she crashed. Wordlessly, he nodded his affirmation.
It's more tense silence after that, thick like stew or the humidity out in the jungle. She doesn't reach for him again as they resume the walk up to his hotel, doesn't casually link their arms like before, choosing instead to fidget with the handles of her bag. He hates it, misses the lightness the day had before. These narcos, they really do poison even the most mundane of things with their long, bloodied shadows. When they get to the hotel's underground garage, she's gone even more quiet, almost deflated. There are no more words exchanged, save for the clipped directions to her aunt's house. At one point, Javier was almost certain she'd dozed off.
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"Do you ever think you should have been there? When they finally got him?" He'd just parked the car opposite of the house. It's almost completely dark outside by now.
"...Yes." Of course he did. He'd wanted, even needed to. The temporary suspension had not been near as effective a punishment as denying him that. The fruits of his labor, of years spent chasing after shadows and getting himself mired deeper and deeper, until he barely recognized himself when he looked in the mirror. He'd wanted it, sure, but perhaps he hadn't deserved it.
"Why did they send you home?" It's not that Javier is in a particularly obstinate mood, it's just that after the incident earlier, he's reluctant to bring up his own involvement with the cartels of Calí and Medellín, much less Los Pepes, so he gives a non-committal grunt in response. He should have known that wouldn't deter her. "When I first called, Agent Murphy said you had been recalled to the States. I only found out later that that was before they finally got Escobar. Why would a top agent on a case of this magnitude be pulled off and sent back before that?"
"You mean what did I do?" She nodded. There was no getting out of it now. He didn't want to lie to her either. Javier sighed, scratching his thumbnail across his brow. "You're going to look at me differently."
"Perhaps, yes." She took a deep breath, rummaging through her purse and producing a folded up paper. "These are the names of some American banks that I'm very certain help funnel and launder Calí's money. Sorry it's nothing more specific." She placed the paper in his hand, gently closing his fingers over it. "Whatever you tell me, we're in this together, right? We both want to bring them down. I trust you, alright?"
Javier gulped, his fingers tingling under her touch. He pockets the paper to buy time, if only to swallow through his suddenly-too-dry throat. And then he tells her. The dead ends and the crippling bureaucracy, Don Berna, the Castaño brothers and Judy Moncada and Pacho Herrera. His desperate grasping at straws to find a way, any way to throw a wrench in the escalating violence and catch Escobar, how that backfired so spectacurlarly. How he tried to get out, despite knowing that these people do not allow outs. How he'd been played by the fucking CIA because he'd been an idiot falsely believing that the two agencies were operating under even remotely the same objectives. How he'd gone down, almost taking his partner with him, definitely tanking his boss' career. He hasn't spoken to anybody about this in such depth, not even his father. By the end of it, he's exhausted.
"So you're the one Carlos Castaño wanted to feed to the crocodiles."
"What?" He'd expected judgement, even disgust. Certainly not this.
"I overheard Gilberto mentioning it on the phone. I think he must have just learned that you'd be the DEA's man in charge. 'Maybe I should have let you feed that damn DEA agent to the crocodiles after all, Carlos.' The door wasn't all the way closed, that's how I heard it. I think that was the moment I realized I couldn't wind my way out of this. That either they were going down, or they were going to find out that I was already talking to Agent Murphy and have me... vanished."
"I won't let that happen." Javier promised instinctively, hands tightening on the steering wheel. "Crocodiles though? Really?" Not how he thought he'd end, that was for certain.
"Yeah, they're very uh... charming, huh?"
Javier grimaced. "If I never see any of them again, it'll be too soon."
"Knock on wood." Diana replied and unbuckled herself, pushing open the door.
"I'll walk you. It's dark."
"It's only across the street." She protested, and was that the ghost of a smile on her lips? Javier's hands stilled on his own seatbelt.
"You sure?"
"If my aunt catches me coming home with a man I'll never hear the end of it." Diana slipped out of the car, then bent to grab her purse. "Good night, Agent Peña. Until next time."
"Good night, Miss Rivas."
He waited until she was inside, the door securely locked behind her, before starting the drive back.
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Chapter 3
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Author’s note cont’d: if you wanna know what I had in mind, approximately, for the wedding gown see here
The International Poetry Festival of Medellín is a real thing, too. They have a youtube channel
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The Women of Euphoria and Personal Style: Lookbook no.8
Hi to anyone reading,
I hope you’re well considering everything going on! It feels weird to want to talk about fashion or TV shows or red carpets or whatever when 90% of my Google searches are COVID-19 related but there you go. It’s all about trying to power through as normal (minus the social interaction) and pretend the world isn’t ending, right? Queue nervous laughter.
And as if things aren't shitty enough, production of season 2 of Euphoria has been postponed until further notice.
Okay, in the grand scheme of things, having to wait a bit longer for a TV show isn’t catastrophic but it does just about sum up the transition from 2019 to 2020 thus far that after HBO redeemed itself by broadcasting Euphoria in the summer following an ending to Game of Thrones that has made the whole series unrewatchable, the glimmer of hope in me reignited by the prospect of series 2 this year has been quickly dashed. 2021, I’m rooting for you, because it doesn’t seem like things are getting better any time soon, and in all seriousness, I think everyone needs a break from the collective suffering of the last few months.
For me (and undoubtedly for many others if the hundreds of makeup looks and styling videos are anything to go by), Euphoria’s effect on the world of fashion and beauty is unprecedented. I really can’t recall a TV show in living memory that has had as much of an impact on the way young people dress. I mean, this might partially be because the style of the characters already kind of caters to and draws from the target audience but also, aside from Blair Waldorf did anybody really give THAT much of a fuck about what anybody in Gossip Girl wore?
The draw of the styling on Euphoria is that it has something for everyone. The style of each of the main girls, Rue, Kat, Maddy, Jules and Cassie, all of whom I’ve attempted (emphasis on attempted!) to base (emphasis on base!) outfits around, is varied and distinctive but still so current and realistic at the same time. It’s also consistent; even if you don’t own the specific pieces worn by any of them, similar shapes and details reoccur enough in different looks throughout the series that it’s not hard to create an outfit which matches your favourite character’s overall vibe without buying anything new. That’s kinda what I have attempted to do here and without further ado, I’m gonna get on with it! First up:
Jules (Played by Hunter Schafer)
When it comes to whose style is the most experimental, Jules is the obvious answer. A lot of her outfits are what I imagine a cartoonist in the near-distant future will envision their cool girl protagonist wearing. Whilst her ensembles are generally whimsical and girly for the most part, there’s usually a few slightly punk-ish finishing touches thrown in there too be it through chunky shoes or bold makeup or that incredible mesh trench coat she wears in the series finale with the trans symbol on the back which, honestly, deserves a moment of silence.
There are definitely nods to current fashion trends sprinkled throughout her wardrobe too. I'm not going to lie, despite someone at work seemingly thinking it was an insult to tell me I look like someone who does (I still don’t know but this person has a Rick and Morty keyring so I don’t give it too much weight), I’ve never watched any anime. BUT, that being said, given the abundance of anime screenshots posted by all these aesthetic oriented Instagram and Tumblr moodboard accounts, I have a vague idea of what some of the more iconic characters look like and a lot of Jules’ looks seem to be very much modelled after or at least inspired by them. In a way, I see a lot of her looks as a blend between modern “e-girl”, Y2K skater chick (yes, I’m thinking early Avril Lavigne), and 2013 Tumblr “hipster” a la 2014 Joanna Kutcha and Charlie Barker, and though on paper that sounds like a nightmare combination, it works. I know-if that sentence were a Depop description I would’ve just gained 30 followers.
When it comes to my own interpretation of Jules’ style, it’s definitely something I like to channel when I’m putting together a proper OUTFIT outfit. Meaning an outfit I actually put effort into and thus will most likely want to get a good photo in, lol. The way her character dresses is almost quite Christopher Kane in that it’s fresh and unusual but still understated enough that I wouldn’t walk into a room wearing any of these feeling like I’m doing a Rick Owens runway.
I’m not TOO far out of my comfort zone but still at the same time, I’d be trying something new and maybe a little bit more zany than I'm used to. As for noting where any of these pieces are from, only a few have been bought in the last 6 months, but from left to right clockwise I have marked out those that have in case they’re still available (though be wary of the fact that it seems a lot of online clothes stores are still forcing warehouse employees to work in close confines at the moment and so perhaps aren’t operating the most ethically):
LOOK 1
Corset-Jaded London
Shoes-TK Maxx
LOOK 2
Dress-Motel Rocks
Boots-Koi Vegan Footwear
LOOK 3
Dress-Jaded London
LOOK 4
Dress-Jaded London
Beret-Ebay
LOOK 5
Beret-Ebay
LOOK 6
Mesh Top-Depop
Hair Clips-Urban Outfitters
Kat (Played by Barbie Ferreira)
Eurgh, Kat.
I LOVE THIS BITCH.
If I had to choose my favourite character in the show, it would be a very close toss-up between her and Rue, and though I think Rue might just about nab the top spot for her relatability factor, Kat is the girl I want to be or wish that I had been when I was at school. I mean, there’s definitely an argument to be made in that a lot of what she’s doing with her cam work could be seen as a means of validation (Sam Levinson has basically said everyone on the show has some kind of an unhealthy coping mechanism and I would guess due to the circumstances in which her cam girl career was borne and the fact she’s underage, this would be hers) but I do think in other ways we really see Kat reclaim her power and recognise herself for the smart, capable, gorgeous woman that she is. Honestly, the definition of divine feminine energy, and I would completely let Barbie Ferreira/basically Kat if she was also actually 23 dominate me.
Plus! Her! Style! Is! The! Bomb! Definitely the easiest character to base looks around because if I’m totally honest Kat’s energy is pretty much just what I want to emulate in every day life.
It’s either pieces that are typically feminine, cutesy, and even slightly preppy at times drenched in everything grunge OR vice versa where you have something semi-gothic and then add a colourful, more playful touch in there that harks back to the beginning of the series before Kat had began to explore her identity and sexuality and dressed slightly more Forever 21.
I’d say, not yet with my whole chest, that on a good day the outfits I put together when making an effort aren’t too far off something Kat would wear, minus the more overtly BDSM touches; if wearing a ring choker in London is enough to get me a creepy comment from a gross middle aged shopkeeper (because I apparently forfeited my right not to be perved on when I decided to buy a bottle of Oasis summer fruits), then you can only imagine the kind of looks wearing a full-on harness would get in my conservative OAP dominated hometown. Not the most doable right now, especially considering the only time I get out is to work and to go for a run. The chafing I could deal with but the horrified glares of pensioners whose M&S prawn mayo sandwiches I’ve ruined by simply being in their eyesight not so much.
LOOK 1-
Corset-Urban Outfitters
LOOK 2-
Bodysuit-Depop
Skirt-Zara
Harness-Ebay
LOOK 3-
Co-ord-Depop
Lace-up Corset-Missguided
LOOK 4-
Dress-Vintage
LOOK 5-
Belt-Ebay
LOOK 6-
Coat-Topshop
Dress-Jaded London
LOOK 7-
Fishnet Top-Ebay
Skirt-Urban Outfitters
Maddy (Played by Alexa Demie)
Not gonna lie, I was kind of scared to do Maddy. I’m scared to be posting this, lol! Alexa Demie has played this character for a single season and she’s already one of the most iconic women to grace our screens in years. This is a huge undertaking and I don’t have the bank balance or the body confidence (lmao) to raid IAmGia.
And this is where I want to stress: THESE ARE NOT OUTFIT RECREATIONS. THESE ARE INSPIRED BY. I HAVE ADDED ELEMENTS OF MY OWN STYLE INTO THEM. PLEASE DON’T DRAG ME. I KNOW, I’M NOT ALEXA DEMIE. I WOULD NEVER ASSUME TO BE ALEXA DEMIE. I’M NOT ABOUT TO TAKE THE LORD’S NAME IN VAIN LIKE THAT. So now we’ve got that out the way (wipes bead of sweat off forehead), let’s continue.
Everything about Maddy Perez is extra. She has very much been established as a centre of attention character, and her outfits are a key part of that. They’re daring, they’re hyper-feminine, and they are always glamorous. We’re told that she competed in beauty pageants when she was younger and it’s clear that level of excess and coordination and glitz and all-round-boujeeness wormed its way into her DNA during that time. Even the “depression” outfit she wears to school following Nate becoming violent at the fair is costume-like, a 2019 Bratz doll Off-White street style collaboration.
Do you know how HARD I had to try to be HOT!? For these photos. Alexa Demie is one of those blessed women who doesn’t have to try at all, and that translates into the character completely. At any given moment, Maddy could add or remove one item or clothing and be let straight into the VIP section of a club, and that, honestly, is inspiring to us all in these dark times.
One thing I tried to keep in mind is that she always looks polished and coordinated, I.E the kind of look I would prepare for a night out is something Maddy would wear on an average day. Co-ords and delicate prints seem to be more subtle wardrobe staples along with mesh and PVC and glitter and feathers and fur and basically anything that toes the line between expensive looking and tacky. Yes, I am aware we may toe different sides of that line but please let me stay delusional and believe that’s not the case for 5 minutes. Much appreciated xoxo
LOOK 1-
Bodysuit-Jaded London
LOOK 2-
Bralette-Depop
LOOK 3-
Co-ord Suit-Boohoo
Bodysuit-Boohoo
LOOK 4-
Dress-Motel Rocks
Shoes-Schuh
LOOK 5-
Bodysuit-Zaful
Trousers-Depop
Coat-Topshop
LOOK 6-
Dress-Zaful
Belt-Zaful
LOOK 7-
Top-Jaded London
Hair Clips-H&M
Rue (Played by Zendaya Coleman)
I have a complicated relationship with Rue as a character. When I started season 1 of Euphoria, I was like “Oh my god, this girl is the worst. Jesus, she’s so negative and draining and willingly self-destructive and-”
Then, oh my god is this what it’s like to live with me!?
I will say, to my own credit, that I don’t think I've ever been quite as hard to deal with as Rue (a lot less smashing stuff up and a lot more moping), and to HER credit, by the end of the season we come to realise she’s been through a fucking lot and so it makes sense, but wow. I don’t think I have ever seen a teen show handle drug abuse and mental illness in such a brutal way. It’s quite a talent to be able to show a character cause so much pain to those closest to them and yet do so through a sympathetic lens. And issues aside, whether it’s her occasional social awkwardness or her relationship with her family or watching bloody Love Island (still quite surreal to see Zendaya Coleman witnessing the Amy/Curtis drama unfold), Rue is just my favourite character to follow.
Her style, though. AH. The thing is, I can hardly drag it, because it’s pretty much what I wear when I’m moping about the house-or just any time I can get away with it to be honest-to a T. I want to stay true to character, but that being said, creating a “Seth Rogen”-esque outfit that’s worth posting on here is difficult. So, with the same kind of artistic license that had me wearing berets whilst cosplaying Maddy Perez, here is the best I could do:
I know, I know, it’s probably too much colour and jewellery for Rue but this is as toned down as I could do and I tried to stick with the key silhouettes we see from her throughout the season; I mean, I can’t see her wearing leopard print but the structure of the coat in outfit 1 is very similar to the one seen in Shook Ones pt.II. I think the bottom line when it comes to her character is keeping things effortless and not overly-feminine; you want to mix street style, athleisure and your dad’s wardrobe favourites like your life depends on it. Plus messy hair and smudged makeup, both of which I’ve already got down according to the completely inappropriate number of customers who’ve asked if I'm tired at work so thanks for that guys, and glitter tears. Lots and lots of glitter tears.
OUTFIT 1-
Dungarees-Vintage
OUTFIT 2-
Trousers-Depop
Cardigan-Urban Outfitters
OUTFIT 5-
Beanie-Depop
OUTFIT 6-
Shirt-Boohoo Man
Sports Bra-TK Maxx
Trousers-Urban Outfitters
OUTFIT 7-
Shirt-Jaded London
Cassie (Played by Sydney Sweeney)
Style-wise, Cassie is a hard one. When putting outfits for her character together, I found myself gravitating towards a direction that’s probably a bit too bohemian for her character, under the guidance of loose terms like “girl-next-door”, “floaty”, “delicate”, you get the idea. She definitely feels the least fully-realised in terms of all the main girls and I think it’s fair to say she’s probably got a bit of self-discovery to do. Most of her storylines in the season are dictated by her relationships to other people: McKay, Maddy, Lexie, her parents and so on.
Nevertheless, I tried to stick to the airier, more traditionally “pretty” pieces whilst still channelling the confidence and ease with which Cassie pulls them off. Sydney Sweeney has the most incredible figure and I feel like whilst the clothes the on-set stylists put her in flatter that and don’t hide anything, they’re still the focus. It doesn’t feel like there’s anything more inherently sexual about her character than any of the other main female characters despite the way the men within the narrative view her, and I think it’s a testament to the the wardrobe department that to me she still gives off big modern Disney princess energy and a certain innocence even whilst we hear her being continuously sexualised by her male peers.
If anything, Cassie probably dresses the most like an actual teenage girl, and her style, whilst less distinctive than the other girls, still does a good job of capturing the youth and romanticism of her character.
The colour palette of her wardrobe tends to be quite neutral, with a couple of pastels thrown in there, and if there are any details, they’re usually quite dainty. Similarly, Cassie is probably the least experimental when it comes to her makeup; we don’t really see her wearing the bold eyeshadows or liners or gems like the other girls at any point.
OUTFIT 1-
Bodysuit-Motel Rocks
Hair Clips-Bershka
OUTFIT 2-
Dress-Jaded London
OUTFIT 3-
Trousers-Urban Outfitters
OUTFIT 4-
Top-Urban Outfitters
Hairband-H&M
`OUTFIT 5-
Top-Urban Outfitters
Jeans-Zaful
Headband-Primark
OUTFIT 6-
Top-Urban Outfitters
OUTFIT 7-
Dress-Urban Outfitters
Hair Clips-Boohoo
SO, I guess that’s it for my Euphoria lookbook! As always, let me know what you think (nicely pls, my ego is fragile lol) and I’d love to hear your opinions on the show too! I really haven’t got this excited over a new TV show in ages and I just think that it does everything so excellently-from the writing to the cinematography to the soundtrack, you can tell each element is so carefully and purposefully constructed. It immerses you into the dramatic highs and lows of being a teenager in a way I haven’t seen since UK Skins and I never thought I’d watch a show which held a candle to that.
In terms of what I’m doing next, I’ve got a very delayed fashion week masterpost in the works as well as something to fill the Met Gala shaped hole in our lives, which I hope to get up over the next couple of weeks. In the meantime, if you read to the end, THANK YOU! And I hope you’re staying safe and AT HOME where possible. I know this self-isolation feels never-ending and if I’m honest, it is having a hugely negative effect on my mental health, but NHS staff are doing their very best with the shitty recourses they have and whilst it seems that our government have thrown workers under the bus once again, we can all do our bit to combat that by slowing the spread of the virus. Also thank you to anybody who’s out working now in such a scary and uncertain time! I work at a grocery store and can say from experience that the best way to show this thanks is just through kindness and following employee’s instructions without giving them grief for it. Everyone’s scared right now and the best we can do is pull together and look out for each other, as difficult as that might seem at times.
Anyway, sorry for the ramble, and like I said, stay safe! Thanks once again if you read til the end or even if you’re just here for the photos. Appreciate it more than you know either way!
Lauren x
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Into The Dark - C.H. AU [Chapter 1]
A/N: Hello and welcome to my first series! This is an alternative universe with Calum Hood as a tattoo artist. Inspired by the thought of Calum with a nose ring, this is what happened. Thank you to @calumscalm @toofadedtofight and @dukehoods for helping me iron this idea out! Moodboard credit to @ammwritings !! Thank you so much!! xx
Synopsis: Full-time college student, Seraphina Sallow, works as a receptionist for world-famous tattoo artist, Calum Hood. Their friendship blossomed when she wrote an article about his tattoo parlour, Fallen Angel Tattoos, for a journalism project at school. Since then, she’s been working as a receptionist at his parlour to put herself through school. As college tuition increases and her social security checks get smaller, she’s beginning to struggle to keep up with her payments. And then, a fallen angel shows up in the parlour, offering her the solution to all of her problems. But, at what cost?
(TEASER)
Genre (this chapter is): angst / fluff / smut / normal
Warning: heavy mentions of drug use (smoking weed), strong language, weapons (firearms)
Taglist: @calumscalm @gigglyirwin @ammwritings @loveroflrh @dukehoods @toofadedtofight @babylon-corgis
Her giggles bounce off the black walls in the parlour. It doesn’t quite harmonise with the sound of the tattoo gun buzzing along a client’s skin, but it doesn’t sound out of place. At least not to Calum. The laughing and snorts have become a regularity in his shop. It had started as a quiet shop, the only noise coming from a playlist he made weekly and the occasional small talk clients would make with him. But, her laughing bounced through the door one day, alighting the energy of the parlour with something lighter, happier.
Calum remembers the day as if it were yesterday. He had finished a tattoo, sanitising the skin and wrapping it with Saniderm when the silence was broken by the sound of the bell ringing above the door, followed by an eruption of giggles and an, ‘I’m here, I’ll call after I’m done.’. His eyes had rolled as he muttered a ‘finished’ to the customer before standing up and walking to the front desk. There stood a woman, a little younger than him, searching her large tote bag for something.
“Can I help you?” Calum deadpanned, looking at the woman whilst taking money from the customer. He knew he was being rude to both the customer and the woman, but the customer had been asking him questions the entirety of the tattoo and the woman was too cheerful to be in a dark, quiet parlour.
“Oh, yes, I’m here for...” she pulls out a small notebook and a recorder, flipping open the cover and looking at the name, “Calum Hood. I’m Seraphina Sallows, I have an interview with him.”
“That’s me,” Calum raises his eyebrows, a little irritated this reporter hadn’t bothered to look him up, or even know his name when she stepped into the parlour.
“Oh, hello,” she smiles. She extends her hand. Calum doesn’t take it. Instead, he walks from the front desk and to his station. Seraphina purses her lips but follows him. He sits on the tattoo chair, waving her to sit in the spinning chair he usually sat in. She sat quietly, unsure of how to act around him. Her smile tended to put her interviewees at ease, but instead, it seemed to make Calum more jaded, tenser.
When she sat down, he looked at her from head to toe. Besides from her smile and laugh, she didn’t exactly scream ‘bright’. She had dark brown, curly hair with a straightened fringe hanging just over her groomed eyebrows. Her eyes were a dark shade of brown, much like dark chocolate that seemed to sparkle in the fluorescent lighting. Calum thought he saw hints of green around her iris’s perimeter. She had olive skin that was tanned, covered in small handwriting tattoos. A few rings decorated her fingers that gripped a black pen, notebook open in her lap to jot down notes. She wore an oversized shirt that hung over what he presumed were shorts. He could see scattered tattoos along her thighs and calves. The only thing bright about her was her teeth that gleamed whenever she braced her pearly whites. Through the fabric of her shirt, he could see a navel piercing. He noted the nose ring on the right side of her nose. The only thing bright about Seraphina was her name, her smile, her teeth and her voice.
As the interview went on, he had noted her morbid sense of humour and lack of optimism about her future, even though she was in college. Her voice was light, resonating just the right tone in her chest for her 5-foot 2-inch stature. He was intrigued, to say the least. He wondered why she put off such a happy persona when she very clearly was not happy.
Since then, he’s learned that she is happy. She’s happy in her own way. Calum couldn’t describe it to anyone if they ever asked, he had never been the best with his words.
“You done, Miss Slap Happy?” Calum questions, walking in from his station to say goodbye to his client. He barely acknowledges the client once his eyes land on Seraphina.
“Done with what?” She rolls her eyes at him, giving the client a gleaming smile and announcing the total. Along with the tip, Calum had made good money off this customer.
“Done with being annoying,” Calum deadpans as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. She rolls her eyes at him once more. It’s all she ever seemed to do around him. Except for smile. She smiled around him a lot.
“You’re one to talk, Mister Grumpy,” Seraphina uses a baby voice at the end. Calum just nods at his client before returning to his station to sanitise it before close. Seraphina follows the customer to the door, thanking him for his business and locking the glass door once he’s left. She can hear the sound of the spray bottle along with the squeaking of the paper towel rubbing along the metal rolling table and leather of the tattoo chair as she approaches his work station.
“Are we still on for drinks?” Calum asks, referring to their Friday night ritual. Drinks at Steve’s before either going home or hopping over to a club for more overpriced drinks. She quickly turns around, trying to conceal the guilt on her face,
“I can’t, I thought I told you last week,” she frowns, her attempt at sounding genuine quite feeble as she turns off the computer. Calum rounds his corner from his station, furrowing his brows.
“No?” His voice has an edge to it. He notices the way she swallows before replying to him,
“I have plans,” she simply states, not willing to share what she was up to. Calum makes a face,
“Care to elaborate?”
“It’s not important,” she shrugs, trying to conceal the lie. Calum picks up on the way that she tried to lighten the tone, but there was something underneath her words that poke at Calum.
“Whatever,” it’s his turn to roll his eyes. She looks down at the desk, biting at her lip when her phone vibrates in her pocket. She quickly fumbles for it, reading the address from a blocked number before shoving it back in her shorts. Calum watches as her facial features fell at the sight of whoever texted her. He could see the way her eyes had begun to develop small drops of something that he didn’t recognise. He had never seen that look in her eyes before.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Seraphina shrugs off Calum’s attitude, a fake smile winding its way up to the corners of her mouth. Calum scoffs before turning on his heel, unlocking the front door and slamming it behind him.
She flinches at the sound of the metal edges hitting the doorframe, her own heart seeming to flinch at Calum’s mood. She pulls out her phone, texting an ‘on my way’ before collecting her bag and leaving the shop, locking the door behind her.
She looks down either side of the sidewalk, turning left and finding her car parked on the side of the road. The old, beat-up Corolla was on its last leg, but she simply didn’t have it in her to buy another car. And neither did her bank account. She unlocked the door, the dark blue showing a few scratches around the handle, looking to her left and right again, before getting in. It’s stuffy and warm, the upholstery absorbing all of the heat from sitting outside all day. She starts the engine, quickly peeling out of the parking spot before heading for the address.
She looks at the abandoned building. Its grey walls are tagged with graffiti, that begin to cover the boarded-up windows. She notices the broken beer bottles in front of the door. She doesn’t see anyone outside. She pulls out her phone before sending Calum a quick, ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t make it tonight.’ He sees her message almost immediately, leaving the words ‘Read 19:57′ under the blue box. She sighs, pulling her hair out its bun and her fingers along her scalp. She looks up again, jumping at the sight of a man appearing at the entrance of the building.
She turns off the engine of her car, stepping out, looking left and right again, before shutting the door and locking it. She walks around the hood, tucking her hands across her chest as she approaches the man in front of the door. She recognises him as the client she had spoken to earlier in the day,
“Roy,” she nods her head at him. He smiles at her,
“Seraphina, I’m glad you could make it.” She stands in front of him, planting herself a few feet away from him, “I didn’t know if you’d take me up on my offer.”
“Yeah, well,” she shrugs. Her voice is no longer bright and her teeth no longer shine. Roy is smiling as if this is completely normal for him.
“Alright, let’s get started. You’re going to need this,” he reaches underneath his shirt and produces a handgun. It looks heavy as he holds it, “A Glock 19. Best for beginners,” he holds the barrel of the gun, handing her the grip. She doesn’t take it immediately. She simply stares, watching as the black shines under the street light a few feet from where they’re standing. She looks to her left and right again, looking for any sign of a security camera or cars passing by.
“Go on, it isn’t gonna bite,” he jokes. Her brown eyes look back at him and she swallows, hard. Uncrossing her arms, she reaches for the gun, slowly. When she grasps her hand around the grip and looks at Roy for further instruction. He releases the gun and it’s heavier than she anticipates. She catches it before she loses her grasp and it clatters to the ground.
“The safety is right next to the trigger. You take that off when you wanna shoot it, otherwise, it’s best if you keep it on. You cock the gun by moving the slide back. Make sure you have the safety off when you do that so you’re prepared to shoot if you need to,” he points to the spots on the gun. She barely absorbs his words as the heavy piece of metal shines back at her, almost as it’s taunting her.
She swallows again, nodding and looking up at Roy. She shakily checks to see if the safety is on before stuffing it in the band of her shorts. It feels stiff against her bare thigh, the metal a shocking cold. The cold always used to reboot her system when she was in shock. This kind of cold, only made it worse.
“You ready to meet the boss man?” Roy chuckles, leaning against the abandoned building and crossing his arms over his chest. She licks at her lips, using her front teeth to bite down on her lower lip. She shrugs nervously,
“I guess.”
Across town, Calum sits at the bar by himself. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t get his one night off. Saturdays, they opened the shop late, so he could be out till whenever he pleased on Friday nights. He had phoned Michael to join him. He didn’t want to drink alone tonight. When Michael walks through the entryway, he’s surprised that Calum’s alone at the bar. Michael approaches, slapping a hand on his tense shoulder,
“Hey, mate, what’s up?”
“Nothing,” Calum mutters, sipping at his whiskey on the rocks.
“What crawled up your ass?” Michael takes a seat next to his friend, signalling the bartender for a cider.
“Nothing nice, I can tell you that,” Calum tries to joke, but his voice comes out more like a growl.
“Where’s Seraphina?” His friend asks. Calum shoots him a look as if to say ‘don’t bother asking’, but Michael’s nosiness isn’t to be battled.
“I’ll ask again,” Calum turns his attention back to his whiskey, “Where’s Seraphina?”
“I don’t know,” he chuckles dryly, tossing back the glass. He gulps down the brown alcohol, no change in his facial expression, “Said she had ‘plans’.”
“And that was it?” Michael pushes.
“Yeah, Michael, that was it.” Calum snaps, flagging down the bartender for another whiskey. He was just starting to feel fuzzy, his stomach beginning to bubble with warmth, spreading a buzz throughout his blood. Michael sips at the bottle that had been placed in front of him, biting at his inner lip, trying to stop himself from asking more questions. Instead, he pulls out his phone, typing a quick, ‘Where are you?’ to Seraphina.
Her phone buzzes in her pocket as she stands next to Roy. She swallows, ignoring it as the man approaches her. His bald head shines in the dim light of the seemingly abandoned building. There are few lights in the back room, barely illuminating his facial features. The only things she can notice about him is the hollowness of his face and the sharp bones protruding from his cheeks. He has something between a five o’clock shadow and scruff along his jaw and above his upper lip. His green eyes are piercing, taunting as they look her up and down.
“You’re Connor’s ex-girlfriend,” he states with an amused tone. She nods her head.
“Thought you broke up with him to get out of this mess,” he presses.
“Circumstances change,” her voice is quiet. The boss barks out a laugh, turning around to the beaten up table holding bags of lord knows what. She looks at his stained white wife-beater. It’s covered in smears of brown and red.
“Well, I’m glad to have you aboard,” he turns around to look at her, sitting on the edge of the table. His mouth widens into a smile, revealing teeth that hadn’t seen the inside of a dentist office in what looked like decades. She subconsciously runs her tongue along the front of her teeth, “A hot little piece of ass like you will be real’ good for business, real good.” He runs his eyes up and down her legs again. Seraphina swallows once more.
“What were you thinking of starting with? Just some bud, or were you looking to make a bit more?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Well, I think you should go with more,” he reveals his teeth again in some form of a smile, “With you being in college and all, fending for yourself.” His words send a shiver down her spine. She suddenly feels hyper-aware of the piece that’s sitting on her left hip, the cold seemingly burning an imprint into her skin. The hair on the back of her neck stands up and she can feel the blood rush out of her face.
“O-okay,” she stutters. His smile goes wider,
“Let’s start you with some bud and some blow. Those are our best sellers, and I’m sure a lady like you won’t have a problem selling them.” She nods as he grabs plastic bags of white powder and green nuggets. She had seen this exchange plenty of times from a safe distance of a car parked across the street, the man hiding in the shadows, only hands holding bags visible in street lamps. She would watch as Connor looked left and right before taking the bags and stuffing them into his pockets.
“This bag has three others inside of it; a twenty bag, a fifty bag and an ounce,” he hands her the weed. She takes it slowly, trying to stop the shaking of her hands, “This bag also has three: half a gram, gram and a ball. I’m assuming you know what those go for,” he raises his eyebrows at her. She nods slowly before taking the plastic bag in her free hand.
He turns around and sits at his table again, “Let me just make something clear. If you don’t sell it all, you pay me for it. If you sell it all and aren’t honest with how much you make, you will pay for it. If you take it and keep the money for yourself...” he chuckles. The warning bells in her skull begin to ding at a high rate, “Well, you can fill in the blanks.”
Michael checks his phone for the thirtieth time as it seems like Calum knocks back his fifth glass of whiskey. Calum stopped responding to Michael’s attempts at conversation around glass number three. He’s been sitting in silence, staring at the bar top in front of him, his fingers wrapped tightly around the glass. Michael’s about to open his mouth again when a voice interrupts them,
“Hey, guys,” Seraphina’s voice is breathless when she approaches the bar, smiling at the bartender and ordering her usual. She sits in the open seat to Calum’s right. He lifts his head to look at her for a moment, noticing the small sheen of sweat that had begun to accumulate on her hairline and the redness lingering in the whites of her eyes,
“You’re stoned.” He states, looking back at his whiskey, knocking it back once again. He signals for his sixth.
“No,” she chuckles, “Just warm.”
“Yeah, sure,” Calum scoffs, watching as the bartender switched out the empty glass in front of him for another full one.
“Anyway, how are you, Michael?” Her attention turns to his blonde friend. She directs her voice towards him, but her eyes scan Calum. His black nose ring his still snug against his nostril, his array of roses tattooed on his neck still there, his brown, curly hair resting on top of his head the way it normally does. He’s wearing the same black t-shirt he wore earlier. His eyes are still the same dark brown they’ve always been. She’s checking to see if he’s changed when the reality of the situation is that she has.
Michael’s voice begins to chatter on as Calum’s gaze wanders to Seraphina. Her shoulders are tensed, her posture straighter. And that’s when his eyes spot it. The barrel of a gun outlined in her jean shorts.
#into the dark#isabella writes#5sos#5sos blurb#5sos fic#5sos fluff#5sos imagine#5sos smut#calum hood#calum hood blurb#calum hood fic#calum hood fluff#calum hood imagine#CH
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Flying With Losers
Hello, amazing people! This is the second bit of this series, I created this moodboard and therefore it’s mine :) I’m not sure how far this will go but I have a third one that I’m going to write soon :) Hope you enjoy.
Summary: The Losers Club have reunited once again after 27 years. The gang sees two guys with a baby, Eddie doesn’t want a nanny and Richie has his eye on a golden gong.
Warnings: Bad Language
When Eddie and Richie got the call from Mike that he was getting the losers club to come back for a reunion in their hometown, Derry Maine, they both were very hesitant. Eddie, with the persistent memory of his mother’s constant worry that the world was a bad place and that he needed to stay inside with his mummy where she would keep him safe. But the drugs that he carried in his fanny pack turned out to be placebos which finally gave him the courage to stand up to his mum and be free from her torment.
Richie had one memory in particular; the arcade. The arcade was where he was brutally outed in front of so many children and with a small town, a small community, word had travelled fast of that one word that was a sin to be. Bowers words had struck him hard and he would never want to experience that again. But he was glad to have such an understanding and loving group of friends. Of family. Of losers. And now they are about to show their world to the people that they both trust the most.
Eddie parks their car in front of the Chinese restaurant, Jade Of The Orient, gets out and waits for Richie to put on the baby carrier to his chest, unstrap Birdie from her car seat and lay her carefully in the carrier where she gracefully sleeps against Richie.
As they walk towards the restaurant Richie hears Eddie groan beside him, “Shit, I left the baby bag in the car, you go on ahead I’ll be right back. Don’t do anything you would do.”
“Oh cmon Eddie, we’ll be just fine.”
“I sure as hell hope so, whatever you do, don’t wake up Birdie.”
“I would never. Now go fetch her bag fine sir, she will need it once she wakes from her slumber” Richie explains in his slightly better British accent from when they were kids.
“I hate you.”
“Love you too”
Richie walks towards the entrance, with his hands on the back of the carrier where his sleeping Birdie’s back is and asks the lady at the counter for the reservation ‘Hanlon’. She directs him to the room at the back where the setting seems to be a nice private area; as no one has caught his tall lanky figure yet, the golden gong catches his eye and without thinking he picks up the stick, hits the gong and says, “This meeting of the losers club has officially begu- oh no no no sweetheart Papa didn’t mean it, shit, don’t cry, don’t cry, shhh it’s okay.” Everyone at the table snaps their necks to the disruption at the entrance showing a shaggy black-haired man with big framed glasses trying to quiet down an upset baby.
Beverly Marsh, the only girl in the losers club was about to say something when they all heard a scream coming from the other room, “Richie I swear to fuck if you have woken up Birdie! – give her here you piece of shit” In comes a more familiar man that takes the baby from who they now figured out to be Richie Tozier, the comedian of the group.
“Why didn’t we get a nanny, then this would have been much easier.”
“You know what happened on the news last week, how that nanny almost killed those kids and thankfully got arrested. No fuckin way.”
“What did I say about watching the news.”
During their little argument, the losers all put together Richie and Eddie’s relationship at different moments. Beverly caught on straight away that they were together and grinned as wide as Cheshire the cat. Stan also knew but whilst rolling his eyes, his face had a ‘meh, they’ve been together since we were kids’ look. Mike and Ben were a little slow but gradually had smirks on their faces, listening to Richie and Eddie’s arguing never seemed to change from when they were children. Bill, on the other hand, had a dumbfounded ‘What?’ Look on his face causing Stan to chuckle beside him.
The surprise wares down and Beverly jumps up and goes straight to Eddie who was soothing Birdie, trying to stop her now quiet whimpers by swaying her side to side. “Let me hold the baby, oh my gosh, when did you adopt her, what’s her name, how old is she?”
“Forget that, my concern is how old she’s gonna live for with Richie as her dad,” Stan says immediately after Beverly,
“Fuck you, man.” Replies Richie with a joking tone but mixed with a hint of seriousness. Their daughters’ safety and life mean everything to Eddie and Richie.
“Well losers, this is baby Birdie, funny name but it fits her perfectly. We’ve had her for a month and a half now, she is three months old and she is our world.” Says Eddie, carefully handing her to Beverly.
As everyone sits down and orders their food, Stan moves next to Beverly who begrudgingly hands her to him after a while but leans over his shoulder with Ben, keeping her full attention on Birdie. Stan, who secretly loves her even more because of the fact that her name resembles his love for birds, is holding her with the most adoring look on his face which catches the attention of Richie,
“Stan the man, how come you like her but not me bro, I made her.”
“No you didn’t, she’s adopted you idiot.”
“Didn’t you hear what I was doing to your mum 12 months ago?”
“Hey, that’s not funny!”
“Nah I’m just kidding. It was Eddie’s mum, so that means that she’s basically blood-related to the both of us.” The last comment of Richie and Stan’s banter causes Bill to choke on his drink making him cough and breathe for air and for Eddie to hit Richie on his shoulder in annoyance.
As their food arrives, the conversation and bonds that they shared when they were kids immediately fall back into place. Many laughs and jokes are all that can be heard from everywhere in the restaurant, turning a few heads at attention by how loud they are.
Sitting in silence, Mike has a slightly frustrated look on his face as a baby was getting all the attention when he was the one who put this event together and no one has had the decency to give him any conversation. This does eventually catch everyone’s attention and to make matters worse, they kept on pushing Mike to hold Birdie. With a little more persuasion Birdie ends up sitting on his lap which is stiff and still as he has no idea what he is doing, but he is immediately softened when he feels a small pressure clinging onto his finger. A tiny hand that doesn’t even reach the entire way around.
Eddie looks in pure wonderment as Mike brings her to his face and kisses both of her cheeks, then lays her gently on to his chest. He has never been happier in his life with his annoying yet caring husband and beautiful baby girl.
As Birdie is constantly shared around to each and every one of the losers, it starts to stir her up from the frequent movement. Not seeing her Daddy and Papa, the only familiar faces she knows, starts to unsettle her and that’s when the tears once again start flowing. Instantly in dad mode, Eddie gets up from his chair whilst Richie starts ‘attempting’ to make a bottle, hands it off to Eddie who in turn directs the nipple of the bottle to Birdie who starts eating with such eagerness you would think that she hadn’t had a meal for months.
“So is that all she eats?” Says Bill with curiousness. And before Eddie can respond, Richie replies,
“Yea, only milk at the moment, Eddie here is still breastfeeding, but we don’t do it in public and that’s why we have bottles.”
For some reason, with belief, the losers turn to Eddie in question. With a massive glare towards Richie that says, ‘you’ll hear about this when we get home’ he faces the rest of them, “What the hell are you looking at!?”
Everyone bursts into laughter, with Eddie joining in at the end. But with one tiny yet adorable yawn, that is Richie and Eddie’s queue to leave. Everyone gets up and hugs one after the other – giving Birdie a small kiss on her forehead too – and as they drive home with their hands clasped together over the gearstick, they both would have never guessed that 27 years later they would be married and have the most loving group of friends with a baby that would end up becoming their world.
Their baby Birdie.
#Reddie#Parent Reddie#Richie Tozier#Eddie Kaspbrak#Beverly Marsh#Ben Hanscom#Mike Hanlon#Bill Denbrough#Stanley Uris#No Pennywise au#Baby Tozier/Kaspbrak
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🍣⚜️👽
munday meme but on a tuesday bc im late // @kitakaze-no-ryu
🍣 = What is your favourite kind of sushi?
holy fuck man there was one place i went to i forgot how but it had like salmon, crab, STARWBERRIES, cream cheese, and oof smth else. also pickled ginger. it was amazing oof i love i would literally travel back to another STATE for that TnT
⚜️ = What makes you feel proud?
my writing when it turns out the way i want it to. when i receive praise for my creativity and ideas. when i spit out a useless fact someone didn’t know and they enjoy it/laugh/etc but still find the information interesting. when i figure out how to fix a problem on my own.
👽 = What is your aesthetic?
don’t get me fucking started i love these
empty coca-cola cans left precariously on various shelves and other surfaces around the house, tapping of nails on a phone screen, rapid keyboard clicking that’s probably nonsense words judging by how fast the clicks are, the vague smell of some vaguely sweet, fruity perfume, fresh baked cookies clearly with two tablespoons of vanilla instead of teaspoons, a small ring that’s a solid jade band, chipped and uneven black nail polish, trident layer’s citrus strawberry gum cases everywhere, most with 1/3 of the gum still left unchewed, layers of heavier clothes like sweater with a hoodie then overcoat over that, this next to a generic cocktail dress, the kind of smile you’re pretty sure is fake despite the genuine sounding laughter that makes you wonder how well practiced that laugh really is, subduing the urge to roll your eyes, disjointed forms moving across your peripherals and ignoring them, random cuts and bruises, a bland office cubicle completely unadorned saved the layer of dust except where they keyboard and chair are, a single light panel flickering in an almost empty office building, both from within the coordinator and from outside, the flicker glowing out the window and into the still night, stargazing alone while laying on top a blanket laid over the top of your car, slight looming discomfort but you don’t know why, fuck man do these even count sorry OOF,
anyone want one of those tag memes or moodboard attempts hahaha
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Whole Project Evaluation
The starting point of this project was to create a brainstorm of all the possible ideas which tie in with the title ‘Flora and Fauna’. The initial brainstorm which I created at the very start of this project in September is shown below.
The creation of this brainstorm provided me with a variety of starting points which I referred to at the start of the project and multiple times through the experimental stage of this project. Accompanying the brainstorm was the mood board of artist/photographers work which I had collected via Pinterest. Some of the work which was shown in this mood board I used throughout different artist research in addition to my written contextual element. The written contextual element of this project was an extremely important section of this project as it provided me with inspiration and multiple different starting points for my own work. I analysed the work of Anna Atkins, Kenji Shibata, Ellie Roden, Rebeka Campbell and Ben Giles and Angela Chalmers. The influence of Rebekah Campbell and Ben Giles collaboration is present within the early stages of my project as my immediate focus of this project was on paper collage. There is also a clear link to Kenji Shibata’s work within the early stages of this personal investigation. Overall, the written contextual element was very personal to this project as I hand-picked the artists/photographers who I wanted to research which I could build and shape my project around.
Following on from my written contextual element, I wrote my statement of intent. The purpose of the statement of intent was to outline the ideas and thoughts which I had for this project. I also outlined the mediums and processes which I wanted to use and experiment with. Despite the statement of intent being very personal to my thought process and my future plans for this project. From the blog posts which I had published up until this point of the project, the theme of my work was clear and my goal moving forward with this project into the practical processes was to ensure the theme of ‘Flora and Fauna’ was conveyed.
My first steps into the practical elements of this project was to conduct a photoshoot. There was no direct inspiration for this photoshoot from any of the artists which I had researched within my written contextual element. However, the flowers which I chose to focus on consisted of bright and bold colours which were present within Kenji Shibata, Ellie Roden Rebeka Campbell and Ben Giles collaboration. The first photoshoot which I conducted was successful and overall, I was happy with the outcomes but there were some factors which I failed to take into consideration which enabled me to improve my future photoshoots such as the photoshoot which I conducted which directly followed on from the first. Both of these photoshoots had a heavy influence in the early stages of this project however, later on I chose to focus on more landscape shoots. However, I learnt a lot in these two photoshoots about shadows/lighting in addition to how the camera works.
The first artist who I researched aside from my written contextual element was William Arnold. Arnold focussed is influentially visible throughout the work which I produced within the darkroom. Using Arnold’s work to influence my own was important because it enabled me to successfully produce my own work. The process of creating the lumen prints in the dark room was long and not something which I enjoyed and therefore the outcomes were not particularly personal to me. However, I enjoyed experimenting with the lumen prints in Photoshop and NegativeMe. Using Photoshop was an idea which remained throughout this project and become a dominant focus in my final stages.
I continued the process of lumen print experimentation for a long time as there were so many different possibilities and outcomes which I could produce using digital editing techniques. Once I had felt like I had come to an end and exhausted all of the possible outcomes from using Photoshop to experiment with lumen prints I decided to take my project into a different direction and take inspiration from my moodboard at the start of this project which is also shown to the left. I chose to experiment with wax. Throughout this process there were a number of unsuccessful outcomes in addition to the successful ones. This process was hard as I was limited with the inspiration which I had to complete it as I could not find an artist/photographer who worked with wax in the way in which I wanted to. The two most successful outcomes which I produced from this experimentation process was the flowers which I placed in a plastic cup and melted the wax around. These two wax objects are the type of thing which could be displayed on a shelf in a gallery if they were done more professionally and were perhaps on a bigger scale. The possibilities of using wax to experiment with flora was soon exhausted as it was extremely hard and slightly dangerous to do with the use of boiling hot water, this meant that I moved onto researching another artist which I had previously researched within my written contextual element. Ben Giles had significant influence within my work which is both visible and contextual. The collages which I produced with Ben Giles work in mind were successful although they were not significant enough for me to use within this project going forward.
Alongside researching Ben Giles, I researched Karl Blossfeldt, Daniel Shipp, Sally Mann and Nicola Kloosterman. Blossfeldt, Shipp and Mann did not have much influence in my work at the time and as the project progressed. This was because they did not fit with the intended theme of my project and the outcomes which I wanted to produce moving forward although they provided a grounding for contextual influence and inspiration. Once I had created a second moodboard which helped me to display visually the inspiration which I was looking at which would help me progress this project, I started physically making collages from photographs which I had gathered from the internet in combination with a select few photographs from my first photoshoot. The techniques to create these collages were simple but effective however, by creating hand-made digital collages it meant that I was able to decide that I preferred working with Photoshop in order to create a number of digital collage outcomes. The hand-made collage shown below was the inspiration for the digital collage which is shown to the right of it.
To create the digital collage, I used the work of Lara Jade who I later went onto research. I managed to produce a variety of outcomes from the experimentation process in which I used Lara Jade’s work, but I was not impressed enough with the outcomes which I was producing in order to bring the process forward with me as this personal investigation developed. An example of another outcome which I produced is shown below. Even though I think that this outcome was a success especially in comparison to the outcome which I produced from my hand-drawn collage, I did not see enough potential to bring it forward with me.
My third photoshoot which I conducted at the time of my digital collage experimentations using the work of Lara Jade was the start of my experimentation process into digital collage within Photoshop. The outcomes from this photoshoot were incredibly successful and formed the basis of many of my experimentations which I created later in this project.
Shown below is the first experimentation outcome which I produced using the photographs I had taken during my third photoshoot. For a first attempt at using Photoshop to create a digital collage which was of a different format to the ones which I had previously created, this was extremely successful even if I was not to take this forward with me and only use it as a reference/starting point. At this point in the project, I had moved away from the influence of the artists which I had first researched in both my written contextual element and individual artists/photographers at different points in this project. However, one of the earliest Photoshop experimentation outcomes which I produced with the influence of artists both new and old is shown below. The image to the left was the original artists work which I took influence from which is extremely visible within my own outcome to the right.
There are many different elements within this piece which make is successful but there are also many elements which make it unsuccessful but most importantly I did not like the combination of the photograph in the background and the flower cut-outs which have been removed from photographs from my first photoshoot.
The next artist who I chose to research had both contextual and visible influence within my personal investigation was Jelle Marten. Marten’s used a variety of geometric patterns which was what I wanted to start experimenting with and using in my own work. Once I had used Marten’s work to influence my own, the outcomes which I was producing improved which was also the result of the practise which I was having with tools in Photoshop. Following on from my research into Marten’s I was also inspired by the work of Abigail Reynolds as it closely tied in with the work which I was producing. However, the purpose of my research into Reynolds was not to directly copy elements of her work into my own. I was inspired by her use of black and white photographs in the background of some of her pieces. I believed that this was something which I could successfully incorporate into my own work. The incorporation of black and white into my work was not challenging as it is something which I had done before with a previous experiment (shown above) although the use of black and white was a lot more successful in the latter experiments in this project. Taking inspiration from small elements of artists work is something which I continued to do throughout the remainder of this project. For example, I researched Shelley Davies work as I was inspired by her use of materials. In order to add more depth into my digital collages I chose to incorporate more physical elements.
My Photoshop experimentation process where I was continuing to take inspiration from Jelle Marten’s as well as develop my own ideas and outcomes started in November of this project and continued until the final stages where I felt I had enough outcomes in order to produce a final piece/collection of work which I felt represented my project as a whole. From November up until March I conducted more photoshoots which were successful as I had a large number of photographs which I was able to use in experiments going forward. As the project developed the quality of the photographs which I was producing improved which meant the number of unsuccessful photographs decreased. Aside from the photoshoots which I had conducted in a landscape setting I also chose to focus on photographing items which tied in with my paper collage element of this project which was inspired by the work of Shelley Davies. This photoshoot had more unsuccessful outcomes as I was conducting a photoshoot indoors which was something that I was not used to although my second photoshoot which also took place in doors as it focussed on similar elements dramatically improved as I was able to learn from the mistakes which I had made in the previous shoot.
The second shoot which I conducted indoors was the result of visual influence which I had gained from Sejben Lajos’ work. Lagos work varied from Shelley Davies as he focussed on the use of fabric within his collages whilst Davies used paper. The influence of Lajos’ work in my own is more contextual as it is hard to visually see the link between his and my own work.
The combination paper/fabric collage with landscape photographs was extremely successful and many of the outcomes were used within my final piece. Below shows an example outcome which includes a selection of elements which were incorporated as a result of the inspiration which I gained for them from artists/photographers who I had researched. As I had mentioned previously, the influence from these artists/photographers is subtle because I had made sure to make the work my own and not directly copy any of their work as I wanted my outcomes to be completely original.
It has been mentioned before that I had created a number of unsuccessful outcomes, but I felt it was important to talk about these outcomes in my blog. This is because they were a part of my working process but most importantly, I wanted the viewer to understand and see my journey with this project from start to finish. Below shows one of the more unsuccessful outcomes.
Whilst creating digital collages one of the most important elements was the construction of my hand drawn templates. These templates were used to construct the digital version using PowerPoint. By having the templates already designed, it made the process of selecting photographs to be used a lot simpler and less time consuming. However, it is important to take into consideration that not all of the templates that I had hand drawn were successfully constructed on PowerPoint which is why there are difference between them. This is because hand drawing can be more flexible than using geometric shapes on computer software. Despite this some of the majority of the hand drawn templates which were converted into digital versions were successful and enabled me to develop a wide range of outcomes.
As I my Photoshop experimentation process 46 I felt that I had exhausted the outcomes which I was able to produce with the processes and techniques that I was using. I decided to stop the experimentation process at this point and focus on reaching presentation methods as well as eliminating which outcomes I did and did not want to take forward with me into the final presentation method that I would choose to use. In order to start the elimination process, I created four contact sheets of all of my outcomes to date. I evaluated each of the contact sheets by creating a key and sorting which ones I did and did not like. Shown below is the first contact sheet which I annotated, and it shows the key which I used for all of the analyses.
The elimination of outcomes took a considerably long time to do and the I ended up with fourteen outcomes which I was going to take forward with me. These outcomes (in my opinion) were the most successful but once I had decided on a final presentation method, I changed the outcomes which I wanted to use. This is because the first final selection that I had chose contained outcomes which were very similar to one another and could potentially look repetitive. Below shows the fourteen outcomes which I was planning on using before my research into presentation methods.
The first form of presentation method which I researched was an internal exhibition. Internal exhibitions are a popular and effective way of displaying work to an audience however, internal exhibitions have changed as a result the coronavirus pandemic. The pandemic meant that internal exhibitions were not allowed to take place, so artists/photographers created virtual exhibitions. I analysed an internal exhibition created by Taylor Wessing. There were no similarities between Wessing’s and my own work but the gallery which she had created online had potential to complement the outcomes which I had produced. To obtain a visual representation of what my work would look like in a virtual gallery I screenshotted some sections of the gallery and used Photoshop to place my outcomes over the top of Wessing’s. Whilst I thought that my work would work successfully in a virtual gallery, I wanted to explore other presentation methods before I committed to this one as I felt it didn’t fully represent/demonstrate the true extent of the detail within my outcomes.
The coronavirus pandemic meant that outdoor exhibitions were a more popular form of presentation method because they allowed people to see the pieces in real life but in a safe manner. I again analysed an external exhibition in a similar way in which I did with the internal exhibition created by Taylor Wessing. The external exhibition which I researched was La Gacilly which takes place every year in France. The work which is displayed within the La Gacilly exhibition has a prominent environmental theme. This theme is like that which runs through my work. For this reason, I felt that the external exhibition would work effectively with my outcomes although there were so many issues which would need to be resolved for this presentation method to work. Despite my feelings towards the use of an outdoor exhibition space I chose to use Photoshop to layer my outcomes on top of the ones that were already in the exhibition.
The final presentation method that I chose to research was a photobook. There was a variety of different photobook formats to choose to research so I chose to focus on the photobooks produced by William Henry Fox, William Klein, Edward Ruscha and Rinko Kawauchi. From the research which I did into the work of Fox, Klein, Ruscha and Rinko I decided that a photobook would best suit the outcomes which I had produced. Even though I found researching these artists useful as I gained inspiration to create my own photobook, I felt like it was important to see what a photobook looked like in person. After I had experimented with the arrangement of creating a photobook with my outcomes in ASDAs online software, I looked through a wide range of photobooks in person and took photos to document which elements I found to be most successful and therefore would consider incorporating into my own photobook. Elements such as including the title onto the spine of the book and adding in the link to my blog, I would not have thought of including if it was not for the inspiration which I gained through looking at photobooks in person.
As mentioned previously I decided to create my photobook using ASDAs online software because it was very simple to use and allowed me to save my photobook as a draft. This gave me more time to experiment with the possible layouts. The layouts which I experimented with were the result of influence from both the artists I researched and photobooks I looked at in person. Overall, I created five different experimentations but the most successful was the first experimentation I created which included one outcome per page. The reason I believed that this was the most effective was because it showed the true amount of detail that was in the outcomes in comparison to layouts which included more than one outcome/photograph per page. The selection of the outcomes that I wanted to use in my photobook was extremely hard as I had so many successful outcomes. Although, the outcomes were selected based on how well they worked in combination with one another. For example, I did not want to many outcomes which had similar geometric patterns in a row which is why I chose to add unedited photographs into the mix. This order was important because I wanted to ensure that the viewer was engaged within the book which is why the feedback from peers was extremely important when constructing and experimenting with the photobook.
Following on from the experimentation from the layout, I wanted to experiment with the title of my photobook. The title could be changed even though the overall title of my project was Flora and Fauna. There were several titles which I thought were effective although I thought it would be easier to stay with the title of Flora and Fauna to avoid confusion.
The cover of the photobook was one of the most important elements of the creation of the photobook because it would be the first thing that people saw when they picked up my photobook which is why I felt it was important to create multiple different experiments or possible layouts using Photoshop. The most difficult thing when creating the different front covers was the trying to decide which photographs, I wanted to use because the techniques which I was using in Photoshop were techniques which I had previously developed during my initial experimentation process.
The final stage which I had to go through before I could print and order my final photobook was to create a mini mock-up. This allowed me to see in person what the photobook would look like. However, the process of creating this mini mock-up was not an easy one which meant that I chose to only create the first few pages and organise the rest of the outcomes into the order which they would be presented. To do this I used PowerPoint which was quick and easy to use. Overall, I am glad that I created this mini mock-up because it demonstrated that I was making the right decision and using a final presentation method which best suited the work which I had produced.
The final post on my blog was my analysis of my final photobook. I thought it was important to talk about the dimensions/key aspects of my photobook as it gives the viewer a true representation of what the book looks like if they were not able to see it in real life. The inspiration and influence which I had from the photobooks which had been created by photographers I had researched is not explicit because I made the book my own. The inspiration which I gained from them such as including the address to my blog, I used in a different way to what the original photographer did. Overall, I am extremely happy with the outcome of the photobook and I believe that it successful shows my outcomes with a significant amount of detail which is something that would not have been achieved if I used either the external or internal exhibition.
Throughout this project I have learnt a lot of new skills relating to various aspects of this personal investigation. One of the most important skills which I developed and improved as the project progressed was my photoshoot techniques. The first few photoshoots which I conducted contained a lot of unsuccessful photographs however, as the project developed, I learnt which techniques worked best for the style of photographs which I was aiming to achieve. Aside from the improvement in photoshoot techniques my Photoshop editing skills improved significantly, this is demonstrated with the progression of my outcomes from the start of the project to my photobook.
Overall, I am pleased with the work that I have produced. I think that my work is a true representation of the significant amount of time and effort that I have put into this personal investigation. This is also representative with the quality of the outcomes that I have produced using Photoshop throughout the entire project especially towards the end where my Photoshop techniques had become more precise and elegant digital collages.
I have really enjoyed researching and creating this personal investigation due to the heavy influence on experimentation. The variety of experimentation process that I produced enabled me to learn from the more unsuccessful outcomes and enhance my skills further.
If I were to continue with the project, I would carry on experimenting with different Photoshop techniques and producing a greater variety of digital collages perhaps reintroducing processes I had used at the very start of this project such as lumen printing.
The Coronavirus Pandemic:
The pandemic did not affect my personal investigation in a negative way. As a result of the theme of my project being centred around the environment, I was able to continue with photoshoots on my daily walks. Again, remote learning did not impact my work in a major way as I was lucky enough to have access to the software which I needed to use to continue with my experimentation and creation of different outcomes. Because of the pandemic and the time which we missed in college we were given a six-week extension. This extension allowed me to make extend the time which I was able to spend more time with my Photoshop Experimentation Process in addition to conducting another photoshoot which would turn out to be my last photoshoot.
Tuesday, 27 April 2021
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I saw that you can do Homestuck requests,,? Could I get a moodboard for a Jade Strider who lived alone on an island and though they were visited by bro, they were cared for by a first guardian crow? Ty in advance if you decide to take this request,,-🎶
Hello Anon ! I do take homestuck requests but this request seems rather complicated, so I'd like to ask some questions !
1.) I'm assuming Jade Strider is different from Jade Harley in some way, so I was wondering if there are an canon sprites/art of Jade Strider. If there isn't, then I can attempt to draw Jade Strider for the moodboard, however I would need some kind of reference. If you don't want/need any Jade Strider images then feel free to let me know.
2.) I'm aware Bro and Dirk are different, as one is an antagonist I believe ? So I'm wondering which character you are specifically mentioning is all, just to make sure I don't add the wrong person.
3.) Is the first guardian a genuine crow, like the bird, or a canon character ?
I would love to do this moodboard for you as I have positive feelings towards Homestuck, but I want to make the Moodboard as accurate as possible so I apologize for the all questions. If you need to DM me to explain your canon further, then feel free to !
Have a wonderful day Anon, I await your reply ☆
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Dom!Yongguk Moodboard ---- He always found it amusing when you attempted to defy him. He found it absolutely hilarious that you really believe you could get away with being a brat. But he knew, just as well as you did, that every aspect of you belonged to him- your body, your breath, everything. And he wouldn't hesitate to put you back in your place. "Does it looks like I'm laughing kitten?" "Get on all fours and crawl to the bedroom. Looks like I have to teach you some manners- remember you fucking safeword." -Jade
#admin jade#bap#bap smut#bap moodboard#bap yongguk#bap bang yongguk#yongguk#bang yongguk#yongguk smut#yongguk moodboard#bang yongguk moodboard
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I made some moodboards. The first one was for my ultimate love for gold and black aesthetics. The second was my sad attempt of describing my Valentine's dreams. The bottom three are of my dragon-sona, Jade, and her mate, Obsidian. Because, of course, being asexual doesn't mean being aromatic ✨
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Davekat Headcanons
Okay I haven’t done these in a while so why not! Also just wanted to say thank you for the lovely person who sent me a moodboard request, it really cheered me up :), and just to let you know, whoever sent me prompts for davekat fanfiction, those are in the works currently and at least one of them should be up on my archive in the next few weeks.
Alright, onto the headcanons!
1. Sometimes Dave and Karkat just take a day to lay in bed and listen to sad music, holding hands, and just talking. (They also count the glow-in-the-dark stars on their ceiling).
2. Dave has gotten better at cooking now (thank’s to Jane) so he attempts to make Karkat breakfast every morning. Usually his attempts are thwarted, due to the fact that when he tries to wake up early and karkat is holding on to him in his sleep the troll just won’t let go. Karkat apparently has an iron-grip in his sleep, and he is now a very heavy sleeper.
3. They now have a two-person bike, Dave thought it was lame at first, but then he saw Karkat’s eyes light up with happiness after they received the bike as an anniversary gift from Jade and Roxy, so he pretended that he liked it ironically. They go on rides once a week in the nature park that Jade and Calli had put together (Dave secretly loves it, but don’t tell anyone that).
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