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Eddie Munson x Alt!Fem!Reader

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Summary: Eddie seeks Steve's assistance in wooing you, but it doesn’t go the way he planned.

Author's Note: This was so fun to write! I don’t think it turned out particularly angsty tbh. There's a little bit of Halloween in it, 'tis the season.

Proofread to an extent. 90s AU with no Upside Down. No use of Y/N. Reader is vaguely depicted: wears black, has tattoos and piercings (no amount or locations indicated for either), enjoys spooky movies, and likes metal music. Happy ending!

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: brief mention of alcohol consumption, includes more swearing than usual

The sun hangs low, blowing kisses of dusk through the streaky panes of Family Video. Inside the store, the sporadic popping of kernels sets the tone for the evening shift.

When it comes to this job, unboxing shipments of snacks is the one task that manages to hold Eddie’s fleeting attention, simply because it gives him an excuse to wield a box cutter. Alas, today is not one where a shipment has been delivered. He’s more or less getting paid to hang out and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Leaning beside the register, Eddie lazily flips through a dated issue of Rolling Stone magazine. He’s not even reading the articles, just skimming the pictures.

In the documentary section, Steve is busy restocking the shelves. “I heard Keith’s giving out a plaque for 'Least Productive Employee' this year. If ya ask me, I think you’ve got Robin beat.”

“That’s debatable,” Eddie licks the pad of his finger and flips the page. “You’ve got it handled, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but there’s plenty of stuff that needs to get done before we get slammed tonight.”

“I’m doing my part,” Eddie raises his head and a smirk slowly overtakes his bored expression. “Someone’s gotta keep the front counter company. It gets lonely.”

“Aw, how touching. Of all things, you’ve found true love with a piece of furniture,” Steve scoops up the bucket of go-backs and sidesteps to the neighboring genre. “That’s gotta be the closest thing you’ve ever had to a relationship.”

Burn, but an accurate one. Eddie isn’t a Casanova but there’s nothing wrong with that, not at all. He’s got his hobbies and friends, what point is there in trying to convince the town that he’s up for a little romance? Besides, the absence of encounters means that flirting isn’t in his wheelhouse.

Eddie looks down at the face of his Casio, reading that it’s nearing seven o’clock. “Hey, do we still have a copy of Beetlejuice around?”

“I doubt it. All of the spooky shit has been going like hotcakes since Halloween is right around the corner.”

As customers trickle through the door, Eddie shifts to the computer system and types hurriedly on the keyboard. “Fuck, it’s gotta be here,” He abandons the register and searches the store.

Steve opens a case and snaps it closed, entirely oblivious to the commotion until Eddie whizzes by in his peripheral vision. “Okay, this is a whole new level of obnoxious,” Steve huffs. “Why are you so hell-bent on finding that specific movie?”

“Because she’s probably gonna wanna rent it, and if we don’t have it…” Eddie trails off as he flies by on the other side of the store.

“Cool your jets, turbo,” Steve notices that more people are coming into the store so he waves Eddie over. The last thing they need is a lawsuit because an old lady got plowed down. “Seriously, what gives?”

Wheezing at the end of the aisle, Eddie hunches over and bows his head. He grips his knees for dear life while he tries to catch his breath. “There’s this girl.”

Steve’s feathered brows mirror the nosey tone of his voice. “Who is it? Do I know her?”

“I doubt it,” Eddie coughs. “But she stops in every Friday night.”

“News flash, butthead. It’s the busiest day of the week, that’s not exactly narrowing it down,” Steve feels a creeping presence over his shoulder. Speaking of old ladies; he peeks, just to find an elderly woman encroaching on his personal space to view the titles that he’s blocking. “Sorry,” he says halfheartedly before directing his coworker toward the register with a toss of his head. “Is it Tara P.?”

“Nope,” Eddie follows and plops on the stool furthest from the computer. “She wears a lot of black, has tattoos, piercings-”

Steve shakes his index finger. “Okay, yeah, I know who you’re talking about now. She’s always dressed for a funeral,” He snorts.

“I know, isn’t it hot?” Eddie sighs dreamily while he tugs at his green coil key ring, stretching it as far as it’ll go.

“I mean, if you’re into that kinda thing,” Steve shudders dramatically. “Gives me the heebie-jeebies.”

“I’m definitely into that,” Eddie gnaws on the soft pink flesh of his lips as he pauses. “There’s this aura around her, y’know? Not just her looks either, it’s her energy too.”

“Dark and brooding, huh? That’s what gets ya going?” Steve switches to his customer service voice as he checks out the elderly woman with minimal back and forth.

“Yeah, whenever she’s around my hands get all sweaty,” Eddie looks down at his large palms that are growing slick from discussing you. “She hangs out at the bar where I play. God, just seeing her makes my heart sing.”

He loses himself in thinking about seeing you at Wraith. You’re the only one that he strives to impress but he has yet to. You dance to other bands but not Eddie’s. Sometimes you nod your head to the beat, though it’s never enough for you to acknowledge his existence.

“Pass me a barf bag,” Steve gags. “Makes your heart sing?”

“Whatever, dude. It’s not like you’re gettin’ any action with your Harrington charm.”

“Excuse you,” Steve looks at Eddie pointedly. “I almost got that girl’s number on Monday, thank you very much. She was totally digging me.”

“Was she, though? ‘Cause she left without giving you her digits,” Eddie chuckles mockingly and tilts his head. “How many more times do you have to strike out before you finally throw in the towel?”

“That’s rich coming from the guy who canoodles furniture,” Steve scoffs. “Don’t come for my manhood. At least I have the balls to make a move.”

“So many moves, and yet, so few takers!” Eddie throws his head back and laughs boisterously.

“Put a sock in it,” Steve groans.

Speak of the devil. Eddie spots you walking into the store, just as you always do at this time. “Oh god,” He gulps and his joints lock, freezing time and space simultaneously. His mouth is slightly agape as the world comes to a standstill. His vision narrows to a tunnel, rendering him deaf and mute.

Steve snaps his fingers in front of Eddie’s face. “Jesus, man. Try to act somewhat normal,” he rolls his eyes. “If you even know how.”

Eddie does not know how especially not after being literally snapped out of his trance. His palms are clammy, his breathing is rigid, and he’s dizzy as all hell. “Look at her,” He whispers. Christ, you look so fucking pretty today.

“Are you trying to catch flies, dude?”

“No,” Eddie scowls, promptly tightening his lax jaw. “Fuck off.”

Steve takes notice of your figure moving down the aisle and turning in their direction. “Duun dun,” he begins to imitate the Jaws shark theme. “Duuun dun,” As you approach from the other end of the store, Steve gets progressively louder. “Dun dun dun dun dun-”

“Quit!” Eddie barks through gritted teeth and kicks Steve’s calf. “Don’t be an ass.”

“Ow, that was uncalled for,” Steve bends over to rub his leg in an attempt to soothe the ache.

“Jesus Christ! She’s coming over here,” Eddie paces in the cramped area, nearly colliding with Steve when he pivots. “What the fuck do I do? I don’t know how to be Mr. Cool Guy.”

With your chosen film in hand, you are in fact approaching the register. Steve’s voice becomes discernible as you get nearer. “...if you keep acting like such a wuss. Grow a pair and just-”

“Shut up! Shut it,” Eddie makes it appear as though he’s doing something productive to the snack display, but he’s really just shifting the packets of Skittles around.

“Just this,” you confirm by setting down the tape and digging into your purse. The atmosphere feels tense, to say the least. You’ve clearly interrupted something. It’s plain to see on the other employee’s tomato-red face.

Steve offers a straight-lipped smile and scans your membership card. “Find everything alright?”

You hum in response. While he carries on with the transaction, you notice how peculiarly still the other guy is. “Hello,” you greet him softly, hoping to ease the atmosphere.

Eddie’s hands come to a halt and he looks up at you with wide eyes. “Heh,” He meant to say “hey” but only the first letter made it out alive. As you pay for your purchase, his mouth is still moving and he doesn’t know why. “That’s a good one,” he gestures to the movie.

You startle inwardly, not having anticipated an actual conversation to start. He seems nice enough. “You’re a fan of scary movies too, I take it?”

Eddie nods timidly. He flexes his fingers to combat the overwhelming numbness that’s plaguing his hands. His heart is beating so goddamn hard that it’s on the verge of bursting through his chest and landing wetly at his feet. “Yeah, I like them. They’re good. Really good.”

“Agreed,” While you tuck your wallet away, a polite smile rests on your face. “I was actually in the mood for Beetlejuice but it doesn’t look like you have it,” Your smile falls ever so slightly.

The sight causes Eddie’s pounding heart to twist and plummet to his ass. He’d give you every copy on the planet if he could.

Steve listens in over the sound of your receipt printing. His brows arch in genuine surprise that Eddie knew you’d want that movie tonight. Creepy, but impressive nonetheless. “Sorry about that,” Steve tears the paper from the machine and hands it to you. “Maybe next time.”

“Maybe,” you nod, accept the receipt, and pick up the tape. “Have a good night,” you say to both of them and head out.

Once you’re through the doors, Eddie clutches Steve’s forearm to ground himself in reality.

“Ugh!” Steve yanks his arm away to escape the muggy grasp. “That’s gnarly, man.”

“Do you believe me now?” Eddie wipes his sopping palms on his jeans.

“Oh, I believe you, especially after witnessing that. I’m pretty sure Henderson has more game than you.”

Eddie returns to the stool with a plop. “Just kill me already,” he rubs his face, sighing. “Put me out of my fucking misery.”

“Don't threaten me with a good time,” Steve laughs to himself. “Anyway, back to Little Miss Dead Inside. What’ve you tried?”

“Nothing,” Eddie drops his hands and slouches in defeat. “I don’t think she even knows my name.”

“You gotta give her a reason to,” Steve continues conversing from over his shoulder while he checks out another customer. “What about notes? Y’know, old-fashioned love notes.”

Eddie scrunches his nose. “I dunno about that.”

“It’s right up your alley, Shakespeare. Besides, the ladies love melodramatic shit like that.”

Eddie suddenly perks up. “Wait, I could be totally anonymous! She could figure it out on her own. That way she comes to me and I don’t even have to approach her.”

“That’s not what I said at all.”

“This could totally work,” Eddie motions to Steve’s head. “Who woulda thought there’s a few marbles rollin’ around in there.”

“Ha-ha,” Steve continues to slowly but surely shorten the line. “Don’t think I’m helping you.”

“The hell you aren’t,” Eddie hops up on the counter beside the register. He swings his legs with newfound optimism and tears open a package of red vines. “You’re obligated to help since it’s your idea.”

“I absolutely am not, and I have no interest in being inadvertently bitten by some vampire chick. Leave me out of it.”

“C’mon, I’ll owe you big time,” Eddie begs with his mouth full of waxy candy.

“You have to clean the restroom for two weeks,” Steve declares with a smirk.

“No fucking shot,” Eddie points with a half-bitten licorice rope. “Pick something else.”

“Do you want help or not?”

Eddie did indeed want help, so he agreed to the bullshit terms and conditions. He can scrub a toilet, no problemo. Honestly, he’d polish a hundred of them with a toothbrush if that meant you’d step into his life. You’re worth cleaning toilets for.

After closing up shop for the night, Eddie sits at his desk in his bedroom until the early hours. He writes draft after draft, struggling to find words that are forward and inviting without coming on too strong right off the bat.

Upon your arrival the following week, Eddie is shaking like a leaf. He listens to your interaction with Steve while being partially concealed behind a tall cardboard cut-out. Despite not being able to see you, he can see your lips forming the words in his mind. Your voice alone is making him weak in the knees. Eddie’s certain that if you don’t hightail it out of here soon, they’ll buckle and his cover will be blown.

Once he’s certain you’ve left, Eddie releases the breath he’s been holding since you walked in. “How’d it go? She didn’t see you put the note in there, right?”

“Why are you even asking? You eavesdropped the whole time. Yeah, it went fine, she didn’t notice.” Steve grumbles.

“Okay, cool,” Eddie chews on his thumbnail. “Shit, what if she thinks it’s creepy? What if she thinks it’s the lamest thing ever? Fuck, what if-”

“Dude,” Steve closes his eyes and holds his hands out. “You’ve gotta stop.”

In the comfort of your home, you plop down in front of the VCR and open the case that holds the reels of this evening’s entertainment; a movie you’ve rented a few times before, but not enough that you could quote it. Instead of a hard plastic shell, your fingertips find wrinkled notebook paper. Your brows furrow as you inspect it, shredded pieces dangling from where it was yanked from the spiral binding.

You unfold it three times.

In the aisles of the video store, I've found a treasure unsurpassed. Not on the shelves, but in your eyes, I fell so fast.

It’s a prank, whatever the fuck this is.

Never in your life have you ever thought about Steve, like, at all. You’re aware of his reputation, that he apparently has the tendency to be douchey and arrogant. But the more you think about it, he’s nothing like that when you interact at Family Video. Maybe he’s not that judgmental and he sees past your midnight exterior. This note is stupidly genuine and endearing. Who would’ve thought he had it in him? Certainly not you.

That’s the thing, though. Steve isn’t your type and you’re certainly not his. But you can’t recall a time when he’s ever looked at you like you’re some kind of freak. Most guys do, that’s something you’ve grown used to over the years and learned to ignore. This poem basks him in a new light, and you’re not quite sure how to process it.

Like clockwork, you’re back again but this time your chest is thrumming. The note could’ve been a fluke or maybe it was meant for someone else, you’re not entirely sure. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to be the intended recipient. Right now, it would be ideal to appear composed but you’re already wearing an unusual expression—a pleasant one—while you make your way to the drama section.

Tonight, it’s Robin and Eddie holding down the fort. As your combat boots scuff across the forest-colored carpet, Eddie can feel your arrival in his bones. He’s immediately seeking you out and when he locates you, he just about faints. Admiring from afar while manning the register, his mind races. Kissing is what’s on the curiosity menu tonight. Eddie wonders what flavor of toothpaste you prefer. If he could just get a little taste…

You meander your way around the shelving and through the dotting of customers. Eddie snaps his head in the opposite direction to avoid being caught staring. The sudden motion causes a pinch in his neck and he winces.

Lost in his own little world for a minute or two, Eddie’s attention is violently brought forward when you place a tape down in front of him. He buffers, noticing how you look subtly disappointed all of a sudden. He can’t imagine why, but he hates it with every cell in his body. Eddie fails to greet you and instead, he stares at your wine-painted fingernails as they tap the surface of the case.

“Is he not here?” You glance around with a lack of determination.

“Steve? Er, no. He called in sick,” He clears his throat harshly, all of the moisture drying up in his mouth by the millisecond.

“Oh, okay,” Over your other shoulder, you admire the new promotional display that was put out during the week.

Eddie seizes the opportunity to slip the second note into the case. His hands viscously tremble despite his best efforts to steady them. “Not to worry though, I can check you out way better than that walking hairdo,” Stop while you’re ahead, man. “Ring you up, I mean. I can ring you up better… than him.” Jesus fucking Christ.

“You’ve got quite the mane yourself,” A smile blooms as you look into the chocolate pools he has for irises. “I like your curls,” You can’t help but softly giggle at how bug-eyed he goes at your compliment.

“Uh, thanks,” Eddie bites back the cheek-splitter of a smile threatening to form. His trembling hands tingle unbearably from being able to make you laugh, despite not knowing what he did to earn it. He grabs a packet of M&Ms from the rack and slides it across the counter to you. “Here, free of charge.”

Your tightly sewn brow is accompanied by a slight pout. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Nonsense,” Eddie insists. “Everything’s on the house.”

“Is this some loyalty reward thing you guys do now?”

“Right on the money,” Eddie winks.

“Sweet,” you chirp. It’s as though your spirit has been replenished by saving a few bucks. “Do I get one of those little punch cards? I love those things.”

With the way your eyes are shimmering over a stupid piece of paper; Eddie would build you a house made of punch cards if that’s what you wanted. “Yeah,” he searches aimlessly. “But, uh, we haven’t gotten them yet.”

Your gaze finds his name tag and then returns to his flushed face. The corner of your mouth quirks as you notice the faint freckles dotted across his cheeks and nose. “Okay, well, thank you, Eddie.”

“No need to thank me, I should be thanking you! You’re a valued customer,” he exclaims. “My favorite of them all!”

“If you say so,” you exhale with amusement and turn to leave. “See you around.”

Eddie holds his palm open as a farewell gesture until you’re out of sight. He then brings his hand directly to his forehead in a ruthless smack. “You’re my favorite customer,” He mocks himself in a nasally voice.

With the press of a button, the register drawer launches open with a thunk. He nonchalantly retrieves his wallet, plucks out a five-dollar bill, and tucks it under the stainless steel clip to pay for your “free” movie and candy. Eddie finds Robin staring at him with a knowing look on her face. “Not a fucking word, Buckley. Not a word,” he glares, to which she throws her hands up in defense.

You couldn’t possibly wait until you got home to see if there would be another note. As you hop into the driver's seat of your car in the parking lot, you find an identical piece of folded paper. Your heart pitter-patters with the assumption that Eddie is in on it and he did Steve the favor of delivering this one for him.

With your illuminating smile, Baby Ghoul, you're the moonlight in my darkest night.

This note takes you by surprise for a different reason. It feels far more personal to be bestowed with the cutest goddamn nickname you’ve ever been given; ghouls are so metal. You obsessively reread it through the duration of your movie, while you brush your teeth, and as you lay in bed. You’re swooning over each messily penned letter, memorizing the spots where the ink drags and smudges.

It’s a bit difficult to imagine Steve saying this to you, but your insides are lurching at the thought. You hold the note to your chest and squeal.

The following visits are heavenly. Eddie loves seeing you bounce around on the balls of your feet like you’re on cloud nine. It’s becoming damn near impossible to fight the urge to smile because he knows that you’re looking forward to his imminent written affection.

Note after note, confidence simmers in his belly from seeing how the expression of his feelings is affecting you. To know that he’s the reason you’re glowing like this is turning his brain to pudding. Not tapioca, though. Ew.

With wide puppy dog eyes and a glossy lower lip, you present your past-due rental to Steve. He sucks his teeth, crosses his arms, and scolds you playfully. You successfully get out of paying the fee by simply batting your lashes at him.

Steve is eating this shit up. While you might not be his flavor of choice, he’s suddenly feeling open to sampling the femme fatale vibe. You’re beautiful, he wouldn’t waste his breath denying that. Not to mention, you’ve got a great sense of humor, considering you’re laughing at his awful jokes. That’s something he will admit—they’re bad.

Eddie doesn’t have to hear the conversation to know what’s unfolding. He feels like he’s gonna hurl when Steve leans down to shorten the distance between the two of you. He's supposed to be the middleman, not stealing Eddie’s thunder. In hindsight, there haven’t been any hints at his identity and Eddie’s been too chicken shit to give them to you except for the other day when he had no choice.

To put it simply, he’s torn. Eddie wants to scream that he’s your admirer, that he’s the one who dreams of you, but he can’t bring himself to do it. He can’t possibly reveal that it isn’t dashing Harrington who’s pining for you, but instead, it’s the dork. That would be a world-crushing level of disappointment.

This deal turned out to be a massive ego boost for Steve. The conversation is easygoing and it quickly progresses past small talk. The best part is that you haven’t even mentioned the notes. You think he’s some poet when in reality, he doesn’t even have a clue of what they say. You’re smitten without him having to bend over backward to impress you. He’d be nuts not to take advantage of it.

During closing time, Eddie stomps around while collecting the flimsy trash bags full of receipts and candy wrappers. For the past hour, he’s been pondering ways to “take care” of Steve. Sadly, it would be tricky to avoid raising suspicion if he suddenly disappeared, but hey, a guy can dream.

After dishing the silent treatment all night, Eddie finally speaks up. “You think you’re pretty clever, huh?”

“What?” Steve briefly looks up from counting the cash drawer.

“Cut the crap. You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Eddie drags a clunky vacuum out of the cramped utility closet and unwraps the lengthy cord.

“It’s not that serious. Look, it’s not my fault that she’s into me.”

“Is all that hairspray finally soaking into your brain? She’s not into you,” Eddie growls, throwing the canary-colored cord to the carpet. “She likes the person who’s writing to her. Last I checked, that’s me.”

“Yeah, but she thinks it’s me,” Steve shrugs. “She’s happy, I’m happy. I don’t see a problem here.”

“The problem is that you know how I feel about her,” Eddie retorts while staring daggers. “The shit you’re pulling is really fucking unfair.”

“Life’s not fair, buddy. It’s not like you’re gonna do anything about it.”

“We’ll see about that,” Eddie mutters, clenching his jaw as he turns around to plug in the vacuum.

“Will we?” Steve snickers. “I don’t think I’ll live to see the day.”

It’s Saturday night and Eddie’s praying to every conceivable higher power that you’ll be here. You don’t come to Wraith every weekend, but when you do show, he’s nothing short of a nervous wreck.

He peeks out from behind the velvety black curtain of the concrete stage. Eddie’s heart stops when he finds you in your usual booth. You look hot, so so hot. It’s already hard enough to perform in front of you but when you look like this? Oh, brother.

Every year, you look forward to coming here on Halloween. Your friends have gone all out with their costumes and the hours you spent getting ready were well worth it. The typical dark and dingy ambiance is heightened by the plastic skulls and bones strung from the ceiling. Your drinks emit wisps of dry ice fog and each table has a bowl of candy.

Seated at the end of the booth, your eyes drift from your drink to the floor. There you find a pair of dirty white Reeboks. Your gaze travels up the lanky figure shrouded in navy coveralls.

Eddie twists his ring around the base of his finger and the glide is effortless, thanks to the premature perspiration. “Hey.”

“Uh, hi,” your expression reflects a mix of hesitance and confusion, though you maintain a kind demeanor. “Eddie, right?”

“Yeah,” She remembered my name. Eddie motions to your getup. “I like your costume. Elvira, right?”

While you may not be sporting a ceiling-high black wig, your costume is unmistakable. “Right on the money,” you flash a pert grin, quoting him from the other day. “And you’re a…”

“Supposed to be Michael Meyers,” he clarifies, pulling a plastic knife from his oversized back pocket. “The mask was too hot to wear so, I guess I’m a killer repairman?” Max’s borrowed mask was indeed suffocating.

“Or a plumber who secretly dreams of being a professional chef,” you shrug, your irises glistening with humor.

Okay, so far so good. Talking to himself in the mirror for an hour is really paying off because he’s not a bumbling idiot for once. He could be imagining things, but it looks like you’re leaning closer. Maybe you’re just trying to hear him better over the music. He shouldn’t be overanalyzing your body language but it's the only thing keeping him vertical.

Eddie wants to prove Steve wrong but most of all, he wants to tell you how incredible you are. He’s not sure that you’ll want to talk to him after this. You might be hurt when you realize that you’ve been misled and he’s not the one you want. There’s only one way to find out.

The sound of his band getting set up beckons him. “Show time,” Eddie shakes jazz hands with the toy knife still in his grip. Of course, he just had to make it weird.

While he’s playing through the usual set with Corroded Coffin, you don’t pay them any mind, per usual. Their final song is a new one. Eddie may lack the confidence to confess, but he’s gonna sing this with all of the moxy he’s got.

In this world of shadows, what else is there to do

Wanna explore life’s cemetery with you

Your haunting beauty tells no lie

The one thing I cannot defy

The familiarity of the lyrics floods your head. You look up and find his dark, gleaming eyes locked onto you. Your heart leaps in your throat as he repeats the verses. Eddie leaves no room for uncertainty, confirming that the lyrics are pulled from the notes you’ve received. The tone of his voice is raw and passionate as he sends his affection across the room.

As soon as he steps off stage, you’re on a mission to find him. He feels a tap on his shoulder and turns to find you beaming at him. Eddie finally allows himself to do the same, all the while blushing with exhaustion and anticipation.

“Hey, again,” you stare down at your shoes and scuff them against the floor. “You sounded great up there.”

“Yeah?” he swallows hard. “You liked it?”

Your eyes snap back up to his. “All of it, every single word.”

“I’ve got like half a notebook’s worth of stuff like that,” Eddie chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. “Is that weird?”

“Far from it,” you tilt your head toward the bar. “I’d love to hear what else you’ve got to say.”

Eddie hovers his hand over the small of your back to guide you through the crowd. “I’ll sweet talk you until the sun comes up, Baby Ghoul. Anything for you.”

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pathesis · 11 months ago

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My friend @doctordash joined our PF2 game and his character, Patches is so cool and hot I'm going to explode.

Here's the Character bio he wrote for him below!:

Patches stands at a towering 7'2" despite his somewhat hunched over posture, his bloodline of a Great Gnoll is clearly evident in his powerful build and light-brown fur. The height is accentuated by a shock of vivid red hair, styled up into a wild mohawk that seems to keep its own shape despite any outward influence. Dark brown/black spots speckle his hide, though the distinction between what is natural and what is simply oil and grease can be hard to determine. His eyes are vivid yellow, crowned by a pair of dark-lensed goggles that frequently rest on his forehead, and his snout and ears are accentuated with multiple humble piercings made of reused nuts, bolts, and bits of junk, including a prominent ring dangling from his chunky black nose. His namesake is a dull grey-blue captain's greatcoat that has been patched, corrected, and carefully repaired dozens of times, frayed at the edges and showing its age. Beneath it, a tattered white shirt covers his shaggy chest, or often times, nothing. A pair of thick leather gloves, fingerless to account for claws, protect his hands when he works. A belt with a tarnished skull buckle holds up a baggy boiler suit tied at the waist, festooned with numerous tools of the smith's trade.

His pride and joy, far and above all else, is his reinforced Powered Armor. An unholy union of clockwork, steam, magic, and steel, the great metal behemoth serves as Patches' second skin. An intelligent design, custom built to fit his powerful frame, that turns the already intimidating visage of a Gnoll into an 8-foot unyielding titan of iron and flame. The base frame was clearly built from a mundane suit of plate armor, fitted with clockwork gizmos and clad in scattered salvage dredged from the depths of the Serpent Isles. The left forearm sports an array of gauges, dials and buttons, hooked into pipework that attaches to a back-mounted unit with a large smokestack. The helm piece has a slot for Patches' goggles to fit into, is fitted with rows of razor sharp metal teeth, and proudly displays its own signature mohawk, fashioned from a discarded sawblade and splattered with red paint. A worn ship's crest has been bolted to the front of the suit, the original name long since lost to the waves, and the passage of time. Instead, a new title has been cast onto the faded metal plaque with blocky, hand-engraved letters. MAYHEM.

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justimajin · 1 year ago

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The Profit & Love Statement » Epilogue

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ 3.7k / CEO AU

↠ Summary: Through the hours of endless training, bickering spats and heartfelt moments, you and Seokjin are finally together. He has stepped up into his own, becoming the accomplished and ironically, worldwide handsome CEO of Kim Electronics. You have taken your own steps, securing a mantle you have always desired. However, it begs the question - what does your future together entail?

↠ A/N: Thank you all for reading! I truly appreciate all the love and support this series got :')

↠ Completed Series Masterpost here.

[One year later.]

Your heels click against the tiled floor, a folder with paperwork in your hands. The office is wide and expensive, multiple floors and separate divisions spanning across the building.

Both the Operations as well as Research and Development departments whizz by you, a small smile curling on your lips as you head across from Marketing and Customer Service. You wait as the elevator takes you up, doors opening to reveal the Sales and Finance department.

Swiveling, you walk right past it.

Right in the far corner of the floor, there is a new office. It has a large plaque resting on the door – one that announces both your name and profession to anyone that walks by.

Y/N L/N.

Human Resources Manager.

You’re about to step in, but halt at the sight of a young girl darting her eyes around.

A small smile curls on your lips.

“Hi, can I help you?” You greet.

“Y/N.” She immediately greets you back, eyes averting, “I-I wanted to discuss something with you.”

“Of course.”

You gesture her inside, and she steps in.

At first glance, it looks exactly like your typical office. There’s a wide desk in the middle of the room which contains two monitors and stacks of paperwork. It’s paired with chairs and combined with a large metal cabinet.

But her eyes are pulled away from all of it, and instead they’re drawn to the set of photographs adorning the wooden table.

One of them is of an older couple, tenderness lining their expressions as they lean towards each other. Within their hands are two children, one of which has the same features as you.

Another one is of a young girl, appearing in her early teens with a soft smile. You have your arms wrapped around her, a giant grin on yours.

The third one is of a group of people in professional wear, arms linked together and joyful smiles on their features. You seem to be looking at them with a mix of amusement and fondness.

The last one is of a rather handsome tall man, who cheekily winks at the camera as you appear to be mid-laugh, your eyes crinkling and chuckles practically spilling out of you.

She blinks, her concentration breaking as soon as you shift to take a seat. Shaking her head, it almost feels like she’s gotten glimpses into something incredibly personal, and she hurriedly takes the seat across from you.

All thoughts erase from her mind once your gaze falls onto her.

“Yes, Hyolyn?”

You ask and the girl looks like she’s resisting the urge to melt into the chair.

She sharply inhales, “I-I’ve completed assessing the current training program and mentored the new candidates, I just wanted to ask about any new opportunities I can assist with....”

She wants to crawl into the corner of the room, knowing that it had been exactly one year since she had started her job and yet here she was, seeking advancement somehow.

But what she doesn’t expect is the warm smile you give her.

“I see.” You pick out a file from the pile, racking your eyes through it. “There are some opportunities available in which you can take initiative, such as assisting with internal recruitment.”

“T-That would be okay! I can assist with that.”

You hum, “I’ll get HR Personnel Jung Hoseok to connect with you. He’s been recently placed in charge of it.”

She eagerly nods and you discuss more on the systematics of the job before she’s departing, a wide grin on his features and hope sparking in her eyes.

You watch her leave, leaning against the door to your office and crossing your arms as the wave of nostalgia hits you.

It had been simply a year and yet everything’s changed. You’re no longer conducting meetings or conjuring reports, instead you’re managing and organizing essential components within your department, stepping up as a leader.

And of course, you’re not the only one.

“Did you notice?” A man at his cubicle whispers to his coworker, loud enough for you to hear, “This company’s stocks have shot up! Everything's green.”

“Well, yeah.” His co-worker snorts, “But for how long?”

“It’s been like the past couple of months, the pattern hasn’t changed.”

His co-worker raises a brow, “Really?”

The man furiously nods, “I’m definitely going to invest.” He glances back at his computer, clearing displaying the stock market rather than working.

His coworker laughs, “It’s probably because we’ve had a new CEO for a while now.”

“Oh yeah, CEO Seokjin.” He remarks casually, “You know, I’ve seen pictures of him. Apparently he’s really good-looking in person. They call him ‘Worldwide Handsome’ and everything.”

“Yeah?” His coworker leans over in curiosity and a chuckle leaves you as they attempt to search up pictures of him.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” A deep voice draws you from the interaction.

You turn to see a tall man standing before you, adorned in a black suit and with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. He grins, two dimples appearing at the corner of his mouth.

“Watching employees fawn over Seokjin?” You mimic his smile, “A bit.”

Namjoon chuckles, and you muse how the man’s barely changed. He’s still CFO, running his department with uttermost attention and swiftly improving things when he can.

You had grown closer to him within the past year, finding him to be kind and oddly enough, very easy to relate to when it came to Jin’s antics.

“He’s done a lot for this company.” He reminisces, “Something he definitely boasts about, though.”

“Oh, yeah.�� His self-praises have always been never-ending, “That’s Seokjin for you.”

You had watched it all in amazement at first, from his growth in managing the entire company to implementing new ideas and innovations. All while you took upon your Managing role, getting the nice incentive of seeing his progress in the workplace.

You turn to Namjoon with a smile, watching the clock from across the room.

“I have to get back to work, but are you free this evening by any chance?”

Namjoon thoughtfully ponders, “I should be, unless the department decides to have problems right when I’m trying to go home.”

You laugh at that, “Why do you ask?”

There’s a large grin on your lips.

“Let’s just say your evening has now been booked.”

“I’m home!”

Your voice echoes against the walls, silence greeting you back.

A deep sigh leaves you at that, but it’s not long before Yuna is running to you.

“Y/N!”

“Yuna!” You wrap your arms around her and she smiles, “How was school?”

“Good, I was working on some homework.” She glances around the door, dismay filling her eyes. “Where’s Jin?”

You grimace, “He didn’t come with me, he’s still at work.”

“Aw, okay.” She pouts, and you mull over how her reaction is so similar to how you’re feeling.

The past year has held a lot of changes for both you and Jin, the most being namely dealing with work. Both of you had long acknowledged that you had busy careers, the responsibilities on your plate having increased tenfold.

And when it ultimately resulted in either of you barely getting a chance to see each other for a couple of weeks, Jin suggested something that had you nearly choking.

“What if we just moved in together?” He remarks over the phone, “It’ll solve your dilemma of getting a new apartment too.”

He had been right – your lease was expiring soon and the landlord had yet again hiked up the price. You luckily were in more of a stable financial place at that point, but a part of you wanted to get out of that apartment, wanting to have more space for Yuna to grow up in.

“I don’t know…” You truthfully confess, “Wouldn’t you want to stay with your parents?”

He chuckles, “I can still visit them, plus I’ve been getting to see them more often than you.”

You hum, deeply contemplating his words.

“You know, this won’t change any of my plans.” He brings up, “I still plan on marrying you.”

Your breath hitches, and he catches you off guard for a second time.

You had been aware of his plans, one day truthfully asking him where he felt like your relationship was progressing towards, and he had told you about his desire of being with you in the long-term. But the both of you agreed that you weren’t ready at the exact moment, that you wanted to progress further into your lives before officially tying the knot. However, ever since then it quickly became something Jin loved to tease you about, abruptly getting onto his knees randomly in public areas that made you freak out.

Because you told him that if he ever proposed to you in public, all the sudden attention from onlookers would make you actually want to cry.

“I’m still firm on my words.” You note, “If you propose in front of people, I will cry, and it won’t exactly be out of joy.”

He laughs on the other end, “I know, but I still got to bring it up, okay? What if someone else comes up and snatches you away?”

“Kim Seokjin, I’ve been dating you for a whole year.” You state, hearing his squeaky laughter radiate through your ear. “Surely, I’m still interested.”

“Of course you are.” He scoffs, “Are we just going to pretend you didn’t originally fall head over heels because of my handsome face?”

You snort at that, playing along. “I mean, you aren’t bad looking.”

“Right? Like where else are you going to find someone like me?!”

You had laughed at his antics, enjoying listening to him but sincerely missing just having him around, catching his reactions to your words or even worse, your terrible ones to his bad jokes.

It had been the deciding factor in wanting to move in together and it has been something you had endlessly questioned Yuna about, asking if she was comfortable with having him around in the vicinity.

Because as much as you loved Jin, Yuna was always your top priority – something he truly understood.

To your surprise, Yuna was over the moon about the idea. Her and Jin had gotten close, to the point where you muse that she saw him something akin to an older brother. That, plus the fact that you knew she didn’t mind his exceptional cooking skills when it came down to meals.

As a result, you two of you had the fun adventure of going apartment searching together, checking out different locations with various layouts, before setting onto one that was more spacious compared to your old one, but small enough to still be cozy.

But unfortunately, you occasionally still have days like this – where you’re expecting Jin to emerge from one of the doors in your shared home, only to receive a text from him that he’s gotten held up at work. Normally, you’re fine about it, having acknowledged that part of his work life, but you wish it wasn’t today.

Yuna waves you goodbye, and you depart out for the night.

Taehyung’s eyes rack over the menu.

“I think I’ll get the noodles.” He states, glancing at the man seated next to him. “What do you think?”

“The soup sounds kind of good.” Jimin ponders, leaning over to view as well.

Taehyung draws his attention towards it.

“As long as it isn’t radish based…”

A chuckle comes from across the table, “Don’t worry, I don’t think this place serves radish soup.”

Taehyung glances at Jungkook, who smiles and leans back in his seat.

A woman at the table crosses her arms, “What’s wrong with radish soup?”

“It’s a long story.” They both mutter in unison and Hana raises a brow, glancing at Yoongi who just simply shakes his head.

“Speaking of which, Hoseok said he’ll be here soon and Y/N says she’s on the way.” Jungkook is looking down on his phone, “She said that she invited Namjoon as well, but that Jin can’t make it.”

“Aw, really?” Taehyung pouts, and Jungkook solemnly nods.

Jungkook grimaces, “Yeah, she said he got held up at work.”

“Being CEO is so grueling…” Jimin mutters.

Yoongi deeply sighs, “Especially when you don’t even get to come to your own restaurant.”

The door at the front suddenly opens, and Hoseok emerges with a bright grin.

“Hi, guys!”

“Hyung!” Jungkook swivels around, squinting his eyes. “Are you alone?”

“Not quite.” You peek your head from behind him, with Namjoon sheepishly smiling in the back.

In an instant, Taehyung gets up from his seat. “You’re all here!”

You laugh at that, a huge smile spreading across your features. Taking a glance around, the restaurant is busy, tables are packed and waiters are walking around, hurriedly getting orders.

It’s more than Jin could have dreamed about, working consistently on managing the place as well as his CEO duties. But it quickly turned into a hub spot for employees from your company to frequent, and of course – your collective meet up spot.

Slipping in the seat next to Hana and Yoongi, you smile as Namjoon sits down next to you and Hoseok joins Jungkook.

“First things first.” Taehyung declares, “There is a man within the vicinity that has long gotten rid of his plants–”

“Oh my god.” Hoseok covers his face, and Jungkook loudly laughs.

“–a man that no longer calls himself single, he is a new man, one we must–”

“Are you actually narrating all of this?” Yoongi remarks and Taehyung pouts.

“It’s fun, though!” He whines.

Hoseok clears his throat, “Taehyung – as much as I appreciate it, the embarrassment might kill me.” He sheepishly laughs, “Do you mind just skipping to the part of congratulating me?”

Taehyung seems to contemplate for a moment, before clapping his hands together.

“Fine.” He affirms, “Congrats, Hoseok!”

He beams and everyone chimes in, making you grin.

You lean forward, “So when are we meeting her?”

“Dasom’s a little shy,” He explains, “But I think with time, she would love to meet you guys.”

“Oh, so her name is Dasom?” Hana smirks, making eye contact with you, to which you laugh.

“Where did you meet?” You wonder and Hoseok grows endearingly flustered.

“Actually, through our parents…..” He explains, “She’s the daughter of one of my mom’s friends.”

“Told you to listen to your mom.” Yoongi mutters, causing Hoseok to scoff and Hana to laugh.

“Well, I’m happy for you.” Taehyung insists, “And just a little jealous since no one loves me.”

“You have me!” Jimin presses on, making his friend smile a bit.

“Jimin! My best friend!” He hugs him, causing Jimin to giggle.

“Hey,” Jungkook scoffs, “What am I then?”

“Oh, you’re still here?” Taehyung teases, causing him to be offended and for Jimin to pat his back, saying ‘I’m your friend too’.

Jungkook sighs, eyeing you. “I miss Jin.”

Taehyung pouts, “Yeah, Mr. CEO isn’t here.”

You nod somberly, understanding their sentiments and Namjoon speaks up.

“I’ve gotten in touch with him a couple of times, obviously through work.” He states, pushing up his glasses, “He’s seem to be hounded lately.”

“Have you been doing okay?” Hana keenly whispers, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m okay!” You grow skittish underneath her concerned gaze. “Really, I am. It’s what happens when you’re with businessmen.”

“Trust me, I know.” Hana snorts, making knowing eye contact with Yoongi who playfully raises an eyebrow at her. “Enough of the sad tales now, let’s get some drinks!”

“Amen to that!” Hoseok nods, flickering his eyes through the menu.

Soon, orders are being placed back and forth, alongside Hana insisting everyone to get drinks.

Within a matter of moments, glasses are clinking together, and you grin, having missed being surrounded by all your friends.

You stumble into your apartment complex.

Jamming your hand into your purse, you attempt to fish out your keys, eyes squinting through the darkness. Your hand luckily hits metal soon, and the familiar jingling sound resonates through your ears.

Putting the key, you twist the lock and push against the door.

You’re greeted to a completely dark apartment, save for a light spilling out from the corner. You frown, knowing that Yuna would definitely be asleep by now.

Unless–

Your eyes dramatically widen, having completely forgotten that it was late into the night. The sound of a keyboard typing resonates through the walls and alarms you.

You frantically pace further into the home.

Jin nearly screams when the door comes swinging open, a hand coming over his chest to steady his racing heartbeat. You idle at the door, staring at him with rounded irises from afar.

“Am I hallucinating?” You blurt out and he laughs at your expression, turning away from his work laptop.

“You’re not.” He states with a smile, “I’m finally home, but I had to bring work with me.” He points to the laptop behind him with a wince.

“Oh…”

“Are you drunk?” He loudly ponders, wondering why you’re just standing at the door and still gawking at him in confusion.

You immediately shake your head, “I might’ve…had a drink or two.”

“One or two, which was it?” He chuckles, adjusting his reading glasses and crossing his arms.

“Maybe it was more than two.” You deflect, waddling over to the chair next to him.

Plopping down a bit dramatically, you wrap your arms around him with a pout. “I missed you.”

He chuckles, hugging you back, “I missed you too.”

You hear the soft sound of typing start up again, assuming that he was back to working. “You know, everyone was missing you today too.”

He sighs, “I wish I could have come, it’s just been so hectic these days.”

You frown, “My work’s been kind of boring lately, like really…mundane.”

“The workplace being boring and mundane?” He playfully remarks, “Hm, who would have known?”

A silly smile crosses your lips at that and you lean against him, tugging on his sleeve.

“Stop working, I want attention.”

“Y/N, it’s important I finish this.” He states and you childishly pout.

“Yeah, but I’m more important.” You persist, throwing him puppy dog eyes that make him laugh.

He finally gives in, turning away from his laptop.

“You know, you’re ridiculously adorable when you’re drunk.”

You grin at that, “–and it somehow feels like we’ve switched personalities.”

“Oh!” You exclaim, catching his attention. “I can do this, just gimme a minute!”

He frowns, but still watches as you stagger in standing up.

You use your most dramatic voice, “Don’t you know? I’m the most handsomest person in the world, just look at my face.”

You strike a model pose and Jin instantly bursts out laughing, squeakiness flooding the room.

“Wow – you are so bad at impersonating me.”

“Hey! Don’t laugh!” You chide as he keeps on laughing, shaking his head and muttering ‘it’s just so bad’.

“I worked hard on it.” You profess, a giant pout lining your lips. He reaches out, holding onto your hands.

“Okay, okay – I’m sorry, I won’t laugh anymore.” He truthfully states and a smile makes its way to your lips.

“Good.”

“Now then, since you’re obviously drunk and look exhausted.” He gets up, walking from his desk over to the bed in the middle of the room. “Maybe it’s time to call it a night?”

You nod, mulling over his words and sitting down quietly on the edge.

But then–

“Are you sure this is not just an excuse for you to keep working?”

“A bit.” He chuckles at you catching onto his intentions, and you frown.

“Then at least stay with me before I fall asleep.”

He softly smiles, “Of course.”

You plant yourself against the bed, not even bothering to change out of your work clothes. Jin takes the blanket at the edge and tucks it over you, watching your eyes begin to droop and succumb to fatigue.

“Jin?” You whisper into the silence, mind still clouded with the alcohol.

“Yeah?”

“You know I love you, right?”

He chuckles, “I know, you’ve told me several times by now.”

“You better marry me.” You sleepily mumble, “Don’t run away, I don’t want to chase you again.”

“I’m not going to run away, Y/N.” He chides and you let out a sound, something akin to acknowledgement.

“Y/N?” He calls out, but you don’t respond. Instead, he hears your breath begin to even out, and assumes you had finally fallen asleep.

Gyrating around, he trudges over to the desk, ready to resume his work. But his gaze shifts, eyes wavering to the bottom drawer.

Yanking it out, he retrieves a small box hidden in the back, opening it to reveal a shining diamond ring.

A small smile curls on his lips.

***

His eyes avert around, anxiously taking in the sheer amount of people surrounding him. They all take curious glances and peeks at him, a spotlight following wherever he goes.

“Y/N!”

He swivels, watching a young woman emerge in front of his father and one of the Finance Managers. She’s dressed in a simple black dress, large eyes bright and a polite smile on her lips.

He observes as your eyes widen with the appearance of his father.

“This is Kim Namjung, the CEO.” His father smiles and you quickly clear your throat, calmly greeting him. “And this is‒”

He feels all eyes plant onto him with his father’s words, downcasting his gaze from the scrutiny. “I’d like you to meet my son, Seokjin.”

“It’s very nice to meet you.” His eyes flicker up for the briefest of moments, noticing your outreached hand. Your smile is no longer polite, instead it’s welcoming, a nice change from some of the horrendous and overbearing people he’s had to encounter today.

“Y-Y/N, right?” You nod with a kind grin. Suddenly, there’s a tap to your shoulder and you swivel around, wide eyes taking in another individual from the company.

He watches it all – the way you conduct yourself with poise, the confidence in your stance and words, and of course, the way you smile, a constant pleasant professional upturn to your lips.

A small smile curls on his lips, wondering if he’ll ever get the pleasure to encounter someone like you in the workplace again.

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lamaisongaga · 2 months ago

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FASHION CREDITS: LADY GAGA BY ETHAN JAMES GREEN FOR VOGUE US OCTOBER ISSUE

I was highly expecting for Lady Gaga to land a Vogue cover and here we are, covering the October issue of the American Vogue. The photoshoot, which is highly inspired by her role as Harley Quinn in "Joker: Folie à Deux", was lensed by Ethan James Green.

Styling: Alex Harrington, makeup: Sarah Tanno-Stewart, hair: Frederic Aspiras, nails: Kim Truong using Glitterbels, tailors: Hailey Desjardins and Egle Paulauskaite, set design: Marla Weinhoff.

Photographed during her stay in Paris in July this year, the cover photo showcases Gaga in the blue embroidered trompe-l’œil synthetic hair coat made in collaboration with hairstylist Gary Gill from Balenciaga‘s 53rd Fall/Winter 2024 Haute Couture collection!

An iconic silhouette by now, Gaga rocks a pair of her favorite Marc Jacobs Fall/Winter 2016 Kiki buckled black leather platform boots!

The mixture of couture, high-end designers and emerging talent is immense in this editorial as Gaga wears the grunge-inspired Hodakova Fall/Winter 2024 argyle double knit sweater in this hauntingly beautiful shot.

Hyperventilating is an UNDERSTATEMENT. I fell in love the moment John Galliano sent out his girls down the dramatic runway and ever since I was hoping to catch Gaga in one of the designs. Never would‘ve thought she‘d even get a whole custom look!

Gaga poses in custom Maison Margiela Spring/Summer 2024 Artisanal Haute Couture.

White cotton caisetted cape cut with the memory of an ulster coat, worn over a patinaed knitted silk bodysuit matching Gaga’s skin tone underpinned by a corset covered in jersey and a silicone hip prothèse.

A taped reverse swatching hat in white foam and caisetted cotton, patinaed knitted silk stockings and gloves, and custom Christian Louboutin for Margiela white patent leather criss-cross platform pumps with torn stocking overlay.

One thing you should know about Gaga is that she loves to layer multiple runway pieces to merge a whole new look.

From Dior‘s Resort 2025 collection, a love letter to Scotland, she wore a knitted argyle sweater with cut-outs, a tartan wool maxi dress which she layered underneath a mesh and metallic lace dress, and some argyle socks.

The Hodakova sweater makes a return, this time accessorized with an antique hand-painted plaque, ruby and diamond in 18kt gold brooch, and a smoky quartz and pearl in 18k gold brooch, both from Tony Duquette!

A shoe that changed herstory. Vivienne Westwood‘s infamous Fall/Winter 1993 Super Elevated Gillie platform shoes make a return, acquired from Pechuga Vintage. You might remember Gaga wearing a boot version of these for her 2010 Elle spread!

A firework of excitement ransacked my body when I first found out that Alessandro Michele would depart from Gucci to head over to Valentino as the new creative director.

LG is, to my knowledge, the first celebrity to rock a piece from the Resort 2025 "Avant Les Debuts" (Before the Beginning) collection – a pale yellow chiffon mini dress with high collar, tiered ruffle puff sleeves and floral sequin embroidery all over!

Paired with custom Maison Margiela distressed stockings and custom Christian Louboutin platform heels.

Gaga is working it in a bi-colored statuesque coat seen on Yohji Yamamoto‘s Fall/Winter 2024 "A Seamless Parable on Cubism" runway.

Rather than canvas and paint, Yamamoto’s medium is fabric and more than ever, it felt like he let his instinctual side take the wheel. Case in point: He said he couldn’t talk about how he’d arrived at these silhouettes. "During fittings, I can change, I can touch", he said with finality.

The look was crowned with a custom Vivienne Bow hat made of voluminous moiré fabric by emerging designer Andrew James!

One of the "Antwerp Six" designers, Dries Van Noten bid farewell earlier this Summer and decided to leave the fashion scene with a bang by celebrating his legacy at his final Spring/Summer 2025 collection where this epic embroidered cashmere coat is from.

Both her plaque-embellished black beanie...

...and double-breasted boxy oversized coat with peaked lapel are from The Row's Resort 2025 lookbook!

Gaga is the first ever person to wear this vintage Givenchy by Alexander McQueen Fall/Winter 1999 "Execution of Lady Jane Grey" Haute Couture chinoiserie embroidered silk balloon sleeve coat and bespoke black dress, both sourced from LILY et Cie.

In 1999, McQueen was going through, in his own words, "an emotional turmoil" both professionally and personally. But instead of relieving himself, he ventured into his own despair to understand his inner demons more poignantly. This painful journey led Lee to Paul Delaroche’s tragic but beautiful 1833 painting, "The Execution of Lady Jane Grey".

Like a painter to a blank canvas, McQueen filled an empty room with extravagant offerings: romantic silk ensembles with floral embroidery, 16th-century fur-trimmed tunics, luxurious velvet coats, as well as the designer’s signature leather suits, cowl-neck dresses, and even a heightened-for-couture bouffant piece that paid homage to his plaid.

Dialing in on his inspiration, McQueen presented his clothes not on models but on fiber-glass-headed mannequins that emerged from trap doors in batches, as if the audience were in an art gallery rather than a fashion show.

It's almost unrecognizable but Gaga is draping this Chanel Fall/Winter 2024 Haute Couture black silk taffeta opera coat around her torso. This piece, which served as the show's opening number, features a ruffled neck, bejeweled buttons and a voluminous cut.

#July 2024 #Balenciaga #Marc Jacobs #Maison Margiela #Christian Louboutin #Hodakova #Dior #Tony Duquette #Vivienne Westwood #Givenchy #Valentino #The Row #Dries Van Noten #Yohji Yamamoto #Andrew James #Pechuga Vintage #Glitterbels #Chanel #LILY et Cie

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empenvs3000f24 · 26 days ago

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Unit 6 Blog Post

Hi everyone!

I’d like to begin this blog post by saying that I think acknowledging historic events is truly the only way we can grow and learn as a society. I feel like the Edward Hyams quote presented really hones in on this notion and does a great job at expressing the importance of value in knowledge and not necessarily in objects. It’s true, “There is no peculiar merit in ancient things”, rather, there is merit in the ways that we interpret the ‘thing’ and how we can communicate how it has impacted history via nature. For example, the removing of colonial statues in Toronto allowed a good opportunity to learn and truly understand how much weight an object can hold. In the context of Canada, a colonial statue is not just a person made of metal; it represents the takeover of certain demographics and cultural genocide that still effects our society to this day. I would have liked to see them integrated into a museum display with plaques that properly address the harm that these figures have played a role in. Public art is a great way to educate passerby’s and we can mould these negative figureheads into a learned experience through writing.

In the American History TV interview with Robert Sutton he mentions layering the interpretation experience for guests. When discussing the Pea Ridge battle and Cherokees, he explains that the Trail of Tears falls into the middle of a National Park. The park has a guided tour that immerses guests into the history, but they also recommend that guests visit the capital of the Cherokee nation of Tahlequah; which is not far from the park. The goal of nature interpretation is to leave guests with a lasting impact. By recommending they visit different sites to learn more, it can enhance their experience. This does not have to take away from the nature or draw customers away. Perhaps Tahlequah will have public art, museums, or personal anecdotes that a scenic park might not convey in the same manner.

Writing is oftentimes the best method of information permanence. We tend to forget spoken word, mix up details of a story, or have trouble recalling events chronologically. While writing does not address every learning style, the ways that we can reflect that writing into different mediums, does. If we were to all disappear from the planet, what information could we convey? Words and images seem to be the primary source of developing past historical events, and we can still use these techniques to ensure that our own present life is well-documented. Back to the colonial statue example…a tourist could see that statue and think that Torontonians feel positively about a specific historical figure, when that might not be the case. Words in combination with an image can help to place merit into the object and set the scene. Without words and information, a park is just a park and a statue is just an old figure. It is our duty as nature interpreters to leave accurate information before it does turn into an ancient memory.

Thank you for reading :)

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honeycowinnit · 1 year ago

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Hello I've been thinking Abt this:

Nature/Wisdom god tommy is imprisoned by his people for his powers. Since tommy is a child, he doesn't know any better.

Key in Wilbur, a traveler: who got visited by Tommy in his dreams, asking him to help him.

Idk u can change some stuff!!! I just thought Abt this on spot

"How am I to be of service to you?" Wilbur asks, overwhelmed, and the child tilts his head to the side. His bright blue eyes glow like the sun on the waves up north. "I am but a humble traveler."

"Do not tell me you genuinely believe that," the child says. He reaches forward and touches Wilbur's chest. He touches the pendant there, that is always there. "You are flame and light. You are my keeper. You will find me and you will save me, because I believe you can."

And then the dream vanishes, and Wilbur startles awake, breathing heavy, chest warm and tingling from where the child's fingers touched.

...

Wilbur finds the child from the dream two towns over in a rock statue covered in ivy.

He would not have even looked if he didn't need to stop to rest and eat, and he's glad he did, because this being in the middle of the town square must mean something. He leans forward to try and read the faded plaque.

Our wonderful lord, to whom we give all our gratitudes and well wishes.

Wait. Does that mean that the kid from his dream is a -

"Interested in our God, are you?" A voice says. Wilbur turns, and sees a short man blond hair and a forest green cloak.

"Uh, yeah," Wilbur says. "Just ... learning about the customs here. I am new to the area, so -"

"Yeah, I could tell." He squints. "I know everyone that comes through this town. You, my friend, do not belong here."

Wilbur stills. "There is no law telling me I cannot be here."

"Not yet." The man grins fiendishly. "But only because I have yet to write it." Then, he strikes.

...

Wilbur wakes up in a cold, damn cell with an aching head. His pack is gone, and all of his money. They took his guitar. He groans, then pushes himself to his feet. There are bars in front of him, and cold stone under him. He believes no one is here, but then he hears clinking metal in the darkness.

"Hello?" He calls, reaching out and curling his hands around the bars. "Is someone there?"

Quiet.

Wilbur curses himself. He's simply seeing things. And hearing them. There isn't anyone here. They're going to let him rot down here.

"Wilbur?" A voice calls.

Wilbur startles, then squints. Two blue eyes glow in the darkness. They shift closer, coming into the lantern light. It's the boy from his dream. Dirtier, paler, more roughed up looking. There are chains around his wrists, and he's wearing rags. When he reaches out to curl a hand around the metal bars of his cell, it's trembling.

"It's you," Wilbur breathes. "You're real." Then he remembers what the plaque on the statue said and drops to his knees. "My lord."

"Stop," he rasps. "Wil, don't you - do you not remember? It's me. It's Tommy."

Wilbur looks up hesitantly. The kid - Tommy- is pleading with him, reaching out through the bars. He's straining to touch, even though it's impossible. And that's when Wilbur sees it. The ring on his finger. Matching the pendant that Wilbur wears on his neck every single day. The one he was born with.

"They - they match." He says. And it wouldn't make sense to anyone else, but Tommy understands.

"They do. They do, because our father gave them to us." Tommy says desperately, but that would not make sense. Because Wilbur never knew his father. But more so because if him and Tommy shared a father, then that means - "Please," Tommy continues, sobbing now. "I haven't seen you in decades. Please do not make me go any longer without you, brother."

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cham-chammity · 1 year ago

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My Version of Striker's Backstory:

This is only the first bit of the first chapter. My lazy ass can't get anything else out, I put my heart and soul into what little I could manage lol. The full chapter will be published on Ao3.... eventually lmao.

Feel free (I'm encouraging) to send asks if you have questions about characters/setting etc. etc.

This story starts off and takes place with young adult Striker, long before he even becomes a hitman. I plan on writing up until the harvest moon festival ep and a little after that.

Chapter 1.1

A glint caught his eye. Barely noticeable, but it still blinded him.

There was a loud clang and crash, followed by a string of curse words projected from the pit right below where Striker stood, not causing the slightest of a startle in him. He knew from experience the tool box that would not stay put on the poorly built storage shelf--as well as who responded to the commotion with a vulgar intensity. He leaned himself against the railing of the stairs, looking further below to see if he could catch a glimpse of his boss.

"Everythin' alright down there?" Striker continued craning his neck down, waiting for a response audibly or visually, receiving the latter. A shark demon with an elongated snout and slightly slit eyes appeared, her grey skin becoming a cooler hue as she stepped out of the yellow light that lit up the pit of the car garage, now exposed to the natural purple sky of the Envy ring.

"That damn toolbox fell on me," she started, climbing up the stairs as she rubbed her forehead--contextually where she was pummeled by either a wrench or a screwdriver. "We need to get rid of it. We don't use any of the tools in there anyways. Actually, we need to get rid of the whole shelf. It's such a safety hazard."

The shark demon walked past Striker and into the customer waiting room, and Striker followed. He stopped by the control panel before walking into the more enclosed room and shut the two garage doors. They slowly came to a close, basking him in almost complete darkness, except for the yellow light that still lit up the pit below. Sighing, he decided to leave it on, knowing the bulb down there needed to die anyways; he was sick of the yellow light. The warm aura reminded him of Wrath too much.

Striker then walked into the customer waiting room. Before he could take note of what his boss was doing, he was blinded by an electric purple glint from a metal object to his left. It read "Terra M. Lourice", officially claiming and rewarding his boss's certification to be a car repair specialist. Striker shielded his face with a clawed hand and hissed his tail in irritation. "You gotta move that plaque, it blinds me every time the Pentagram starts settin'."

"It's supposed to flaunt everyone and show how much better I am at cars compared to the other blokes who don't show up to work." She pulled out a rag and spray bottle, proceeding to wipe down the counter she sat behind. Striker observed and leaned against the door he walked in from, folding his arms playfully.

"So what's that supposed t'say about me?"

"You don't work enough."

Striker cackled at this, while Terra gave a chuckle as well. The part time hires, especially the new ones, had a hard time showing up to work on time, if at all. It left Striker and Terra to do most of the work, especially closing shifts, leaving them irritated and exhausted by the end of the day. Which is why they had to close so early, before the Envy Pentagram finished setting behind the tall, distant buildings, before the city was no longer basked in a vibrant purple hue, before all the lights turned on and left a royal glow illuminating the night life of the Envy creatures that lurked at dusk and after.

"In all seriousness, Striker," she stopped a minute from wiping the counter and looked up at him. "Thank you for being a reliable employee. I need to stop hiring youngsters who don’t know anything about tools and cars, let alone how to show up.”

Striker unfolded his arms and gave Terra an empathetic smile. "Well, of course. I thought part of bein' an employee was ta help, not be a no-show." He was aware of the stress she was under, running a few of these car shops across the city, scraping up whatever help she could get. The owner recently bought out another car company, due to his need for bettering others in the automobile industry. This led him to pushing all the responsibilities on the higher-up managers like Terra herself.

Striker stayed glued with his back to the door, working up the energy to start his own closing tasks, but Terra spoke up again. "Speaking of which, Striker, I am promoting you. To the general manager here."

"What?"

"You heard me. I can't stay here all the time. There are other locations to attend to."

Striker sat stunned. "Terra, I can't--"

"Well then who else is supposed to run this place?"

Tension grew tight as Striker looked at the floor in response, folding his arms again, eliciting even more tension rather than a playful tone as before. The Pentagram continued to set, slowly gleaming into his eyes directly, his phone chiming at the same time. His head swam from the constant light and sound, causing him to grab his phone out of his pocket in an irritated manner. Seeing it was a text from a close friend, Keagan, he thanked Satan for the reason to look anywhere but his boss, and slightly relaxed his shoulders.

"Coffee tomorrow? It's been a hot minute since we’ve caught up. That new cafe is open now, across the street from your apartment."

Before he could respond, Terra spoke up again, and he was forced to dismiss the text. He placed his phone back in his pocket and once again folded his arms, still studying the floor, making note of the dust he needed to mop up, shoulders tensing up again.

Striker felt Terra’s eyes on him, cold as stone; that's all he could sense from her presence as he continued looking anywhere but her. He felt his body shrink beneath her stare. He knew where this was going.

"It's obvious you came to Envy to run away from Wrath. Trying to recover or hide from something. You shut down when I ask about it." It was true. He made himself seem smaller, almost invisible, even though it exposed him more than anything.

"I've tried to get to know you more, like what you did before I hired you. I just get silence and a sense of guilt." Striker looked up at her, wanting to interject, but her stone-grey eyes continued to be cold and unbreaking, solid and steady. It intimidated him–he despised being intimidated. The contrast was a striking difference, Striker’s glowing yellow eyes illuminating his face, exposing his insecurities, his emotions, his flaws. And Terra’s eyes were observing it all.

It left him speechless.

Terra spoke up a final time, gently softening her gaze to be more smooth. He assumed she caught on to his tense silence.

"Whatever it is, Striker, that you are running away from--I don't want to replace them and become your new shitty thing to worry about. All I'm asking is for your help. I'm a branch manager, not a general. I can't stay, but I can't leave without you taking over."

Striker averted his gaze back to the ground. He disliked when others could see right through him. All he wanted was to move away, get a simple job to get some money, and live his life without others worrying or checking up on him all the time. Without someone there constantly pushing him to be vulnerable. Especially after what happened in Wrath.

His heart started beating just a bit faster than normal. He rubbed his tired eyes, trying to forget he was even thinking at all, trying to control his breathing, trying not to warrant worry out of his boss.

Taking a deep breath, Striker considered his options. At least this promotion was a new stress that could distract him from his emotions. Working more and a pay raise will only help him in the long run. Terra was just asking for help, not for his sweat and tears, not for his "backstory". Others love to pry and learn everything about why you are the way that you are. But not Terra.

Finally, he stood up a little straighter, smiling solemnly… almost regrettably. "Alright, alright. I'll take the promotion for ya."

~~~

#i do not support vivziepop #striker is the only character that isnt originally mine #at least for the first while of the story #the worldbuilding is my own #just somewhat of an inspo from hazbin and helluva but still #vivzie sucks at worldbuilding let alone showing it so im takin over now #helluva boss #striker helluva boss #helluva striker #fanfiction #fanfic #oc #backstory

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waxseals4you · 2 years ago

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