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[ DRABBLE ] 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ! ( ninth installment ) in which you are forced to plan a corporate event with your office enemy .

୨୧˚ part; one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten. eleven.

୨୧˚ incl; kento nanami

୨୧˚ cw; profanity , alcohol consumption , inebriation , sexual harassment , violence , vomit

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“Why am I here?” Nanami thinks out loud, glaring pointedly around the unlit dive bar. It’s unglamorous, walls garbed in eclectic music paraphernalia, references that go right past him. Flurries of reds and yellows and oranges in the decor cut brightly, shining through the dim atmosphere. Seriously, would it kill them to switch a light on? It bustles with life; university kids, Nanami is subjected to think based on the… unique fashion sense present in the room. Street wear, torn jeans, crop tops way too short to be considered shirts anymore. He cringes, feeling entirely too dated to be hanging amongst this kind of crowd. His leg bounces restlessly under the ledge of the bar, and he turns to look at you. “Why are we here?”

You’re smiling—actually smiling—flagging down the bartender. “You knew we were coming to a bar,” you cut yourself short, holding up a single finger to him whilst you relayed your order to the older gentleman behind the bar. A rum and coke, you asked politely before glancing toward Nanami. It took a moment for him to realize what that look meant. 

“I’ll have scotch, neat. Thanks.”

“As I was saying,” you steal back his attention, “I made it clear we were coming to a bar. What’s the problem?”

There was a hint of an attitude catching at your words, and Nanami felt his brow twitch in frustration. “You failed to tell me that we’d be in…” He grimaces, peeking back over his shoulder to the sea of youthful patrons slinging over nearly every stool and booth. “ . . . Mixed company.” God awful pop music fizzles through the speakers, twisting and crackling with pops of static; fuel to the billowing flames of Nanami’s overstimulation. “I was expecting something a bit more sophisticated.”

“I can tell,” you’re laughing as you give him a once over, and he gets a shiver of Deja Vu from the coffee shop where you pulled the same exact move. You tweeze at the expensive cotton button down, plucking the bunched fabric of a sleeve at the crease of his elbow. “Thought we said no more fancy clothes?”

Tonight he threw together a plain white shirt and a pair of slim fit khaki pants; the quintessential dad outfit, sure, but fancy? Nanami didn’t think so. “I’m dressed down.”

“Nixing the suit jacket and tie didn’t do much. You still look stiff, man.” Two glasses are brought over, one placed before either of you respectively. Nanami stares down into the glass, a foggy, brown abyss. His alcohol looks watered down and piss cheap. “You stick out, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Oh please, you’re too kind.” Nanami rolls his eyes, hunching over the bar and downing a swig from the scotch. Yeah, It was definitely watered down. Fuck this place. 

Your hand slaps his back. “So dramatic. I was kidding Nanami, you look fine.” A cheeky laugh reaches his ears before you tack on, “very handsome.” 

Now he knows you’re messing with him. 

You grin into your cup. “Stop sulking. It’s not so bad here.” Nanami would beg to differ. A debate that isn’t worth having because frankly, it’s a Saturday night and he doesn’t have nearly enough energy to draft a list of all the cons that this joint has to offer. “We got booze,” you raise your glass. “Booze makes everything better.”

His forehead wrinkles. “That’s a horrible mindset to have, Y/n.”

Your boisterous laugh outweighs the ambient chatter, and you take a hearty gulp. Nanami follows suit, albeit a bit awkwardly, tipping more spirits down his throat. You look surprisingly comfortable, slinking against the bar counter with a hazy smile that welcomes strangers in. This time, you weren’t wearing a flowery dress; instead, a low cut shirt and jeans, both equal parts dark and tight. The neckline plummeted deep, exposing slivers of your bra cups and entirely too much cleavage. By God, was his self restraint something to write home about. 

It was easy to fall into comfortable conversation. All in all, Nanami enjoys talking to you now, even if once upon a time the thought of engaging with you evoked such dread that he’d outwardly avoid your presence around the office. Passing along orders specifically meant for you to other colleagues and entrusting them to deliver the message, lengthening the conveyor belt of relation simply because you got him in a tizzy. Back then, all Nanami could see when he looked at you was that cowardly girl in the bathroom with smeared lipstick and a trembling pout. How shameful, he thinks, that it took him this long to see past that terrible first impression. 

“So there I was, balancing ten cups of coffee, shaking like a little bitch,” you laughed as you shared an anecdote from an internship in your university years. Nanami listened intently, head propped up on his fist as he watched your theatrics. Your cheeks flushed with the evidence of alcohol, eyes lidded, smile wobbly. Nanami was feeling the edge of his buzz coming on too, an amazing revelation considering the diluted alcohol this place served. “And I’m walking up ten flights of stairs–”

“Ten flights?” He gawks, feeling looser and matching you with melodrama. “What, did your office not have an elevator?”

You laughed. “It was out of order.”

“Your luck astounds me.”

You flip him off playfully. “I finally get to the last stair and my heel catches on the floor and I eat total shit in front of the entire room!” Nanami can’t stop his own tittering, cupping a palm over his grin. “Spilled the coffee everywhere, twisted my ankle, too. I probably laid in that puddle for ten minutes.”

“That’s why you don’t wear high heels anymore?”

There’s a grimace on your face when you nod, topping off the rest of your glass. “Mm.”

Nanami swaps his own story, of a time when he was in his third year of college and his work laptop got stolen. “I think I cried,” and you guffawed at his misery. “I’m serious, I really think I cried. Alone, on the floor of my dormitory. It was finals week, and I had written my dissertation on that laptop.”

“So what did you do?”

“I pulled an all-nighter in the library on campus and rewrote my entire thesis.” Merely remembering that chaotically stressful night had Nanami huffing a sigh of anguish and dragging an exasperated hand down his face. 

The bartender slides you another drink. Gosh, he was lagging behind. “I would’ve dropped out.” You spoke over the rim of the glass.

“Trust me, I was really close.” Nanami’s eyes narrow, gaging the swell of your throat as you knock back a few swigs. “How many have you had?” 

“A few.” Your answer was blunt, and from that Nanami could gather that his question had rendered you the slightest bit irritated. He understood why; you were a grown woman, who was he to regulate how many rounds you decide to have? But even with this understanding, the man couldn’t shake his concern. “More than you, old timer. Keep up.”

He shakes his head, scratching at his cheek. “This is my last for the night.” Any more, and Nanami would wake up the next morning nauseous with a pounding headache. He took precautions to avoid breaching his limits, he really disliked that hungover feeling. 

You gawk at the declaration. “How lame.” Then you hiccup.

“You can call me lame now, but which one of us will wake up tomorrow not in pain?”

You wave a hand through the air, brushing off his very astute observation. “Hush, that’s for future me to deal with. Present me doesn’t have a care in the world.”

You’re immature, but it’s amusing, so he doesn’t offer any rebuttals. The way you are so insistent on living in the moment is fascinating, almost inspiring even. Nanami feels as though he’s ever crushed by the impending future, always so concerned with what the next day, next week, next month, next year brings. He thinks ahead to a fault, and because of that, forgets to enjoy the little things. But you always stop and smell the roses. It’s admirable. 

“Bartender!” You wag a finger in the air, slamming down your empty glass. Fiending for yet another drink. 

Okay, maybe your ability to live in the now is to a fault as well. Nanami holds a hand up, signaling the barkeep to halt. “Sorry,” he apologizes politely, “she’s all good for now, thanks.” Ain’t that the truth. Your face looked tacky with sweat, pupils scarily dilated. Your words come out dimly slurred, and your gestures uncoordinated. As your business associate, he feels obligated to intervene at this point.

A hand slaps his down. Your hand. “Hey what gives?” You’re upset with him. “Just because you’re done doesn’t mean I am.”

“You’re three sips away from throwing up on yourself,” Nanami deadpans, unphased by your drunken outburst. Unbeknownst to the two of you, another patron had taken up the stool opposite of you. To be expected; the bar was decently crowded, that being said neither of you paid much mind to the man. He was younger than Nanami for sure, his hair unkempt and shaggy, swept back by sweat and something that looked like grease. He was smiling, probably on some brand of dope that Nanami was unfamiliar with. The stranger interrupts, leaning over with his elbow planted on the countertop. 

“You her father or some shit?” He speaks without any warning, catching both you and Nanami’s attention. 

Father? Nanami internally grimaces, jaw tightening. Just how old does he think I am? Trying not to be offended by the inquiry, he corrects the man. “Just a concerned friend, that’s all.” You have yet to speak, still a tad caught off guard by the unexpected company. 

The stranger’s grin widens, reaching shit-eating status. “Then hop the fuck off her case, man.” He shoots a pair of lidded, droopy eyes toward you, eyebrows jumping in a manner that is entirely too suggestive for Nanami’s liking. “If the lady wants another drink, then let her have another drink.”

Nanami feels the awkward tension thicken the air between this interaction. For all the shit you talked about getting hit on in bars, he would have never expected you to act so timid when put in a position like this. Nanami fully expected you to side with the latter party, to order another round of vodka-whatever and then leave with your newfound knight in shining armor. What actually happened: “No, er, my friend might be right actually,” followed by an incredibly strained chuckle. Your shoulders stiffen, Nanami can practically feel the way you harden up beside him. “I should probably take it easy.”

The man feigns grief. “Aw, c’mon. You seemed so eager before. Let me buy you another?”

“She just said—”

“I was talking to her, not you.”

Nanami was utterly shocked by the sheer gall this young man possessed. Was he trying to intimidate him? It was painfully ineffective. “I don’t want one,” you said with a little more oomph this time, fiercely hanging on the urge to defend Nanami. It made him feel strangely prideful. 

The stranger’s smile never retreated, but something sinister glinted in the ocean of his dark eyes. He gave a sniff, brushing the point of his nose with the pad of his thumb before hurling yet another unwanted flirtation your way. “Baby, hey, what’s one more drink? I saw you from across the room, I’ve been dyin’ to chat you up.” Under the table, his hand slips into your personal space. Nanami sees it unfold in his peripherals; the pallor hand slithering over your lap, grabbing a handful of your denim-clad thigh. You yelped in surprise, wincing. Nanami saw it all.  

He was not a violent man. In fact, he could count the number of times he’s thrown a punch in his life on one hand. Physical fights were pointless, a waste of time and energy because Nanami wholeheartedly believed that altercations were best settled with words. But the moment your nervous squeak found his ears, Nanami couldn’t control the urge to beat this guy’s face in. So that’s what he did; sliding out of his seat to round you and pull the stranger off his stool by the collar of his faux leather jacket. The material felt cheap and mingy, not something Nanami would ever be caught dead wearing. Without so much as a second thought, Nanami sends a heavy fist barreling into the meat of his cheek. One good, solid punch, and the sinewy gentleman was tumbling to the ground, walking the thin line between consciousness. “Shit…” Nanami breathes, chest heaving with barely concealed rage, knuckles throbbing to the beat of his racing heart. The bar went dead, too many pairs of eyes locked onto him to count, but the only ones he could care about were yours. 

You looked at Nanami with such astonishment, with your eyes pried wide as dinner plates and your mouth ajar. He was ready for you to yell at him, to curse him for embarrassing you in a pub you frequented, but nothing came. Well, almost nothing. 

“Security!” The bartender hollered thick and deep, slapping a damp rag onto the counter with a wet plap. 

“Shit!” Nanami repeated, cuffing a hand around the thinnest part of your wrist, tugging you into his side as you both raced toward the exit. “Let’s go.”

You’re gurgling and grumbling, latching onto the material of his shirt as little bouts of complaining bubbled past your lips. “Not so fast!” and “Oh God, my stomach” and “I don’t feel good.” Nanami had been reduced to your crutch at this point; he bore the entirety of your weight without batting an eye because your own legs were too wobbly to do it yourself. 

“I know,” he murmured, maneuvering through the crowd. “Hold it together, we’re almost there.”

The first step outside felt like entering Heaven. Nanami basked in the cleanliness of the chilly night air, gulping down a big breath of fresh oxygen that hadn’t been tainted by marijuana smoke. But suddenly, you’re detaching yourself from his hip and he’s bewildered by your sudden need for proximity. “Y/n—”

He turns to face you, only to be met with the crown of your head. Doubled over at the waist, hands on the lower fraction of your thighs, you vomit onto the dewy pavement… and his shoes. Nanami’s cursing once more, drawing closer despite how much you obviously don’t want him to. “Alright,” he coos in exasperation, gathering your hair into a bundle and holding it away from the splash zone. “It’s alright, get it out.”

“You’re… Did I just puke on y-your feet?” Your voice is croaky, something of a mixture of embarrassment and illness. You can’t even look at him. 

“Stand up,” Nanami tells you. He’s unbending you, straightening your body upright with a hand pressing your back in from his bowed shape. “Can you look at me?”

You pout, childlike. “No.” You’re looking at his shoes, the toes slick with remnants of your stomach acid. 

“They’re just shoes, I have a million pairs.” His head cocks to a tilt. “Would you look at me, please?”

You’re sighing, but looking up to him nonetheless. Gazing up with big, glossy eyes and wet lashes that clumped together through tears. Eyeliner diluted and cradling your undereyes in a dark embrace. You wipe your mouth with the back of a palm, smearing shimmery gloss out of the confines of your lip line. It’s all so nauseatingly familiar, this pitiful display. Nanami decides he hates seeing you like this. 

“I’m sorry,” you chirp. 

“Don’t apologize.” 

“I’ll pay for them.”

Nanami puts a hand on your shoulder when he notices the slant in your posture. “Cut it out, that’s entirely unnecessary.” He looks around the parking lot, full of vehicles. They catch the glint from the yellowish street lamps. “Did you drive here?” He thinks it’s unlikely, seeing as you let yourself fall under such intoxication. You weren’t so irresponsible; if you drove here, you would’ve made sure you’d be able to drive home too, like he did. 

You’re shaking your head. “Caught a train.”

Nanami nods, pleased. “Good. That’s good.” With all the grace and gentleness in the world, the man loops your limp arm back around his nape, securing you against his oblique with a sturdy arm snaked around your waist. Everything is ginger, lest he upset your stomach again. “Are you good to walk?”

“Yeah, I think I’m alright.”

“Then let me take you to my car.”

That pulls a frown from you. “You don’t need—need to drive me there, Nana’. The station—” Hiccup “It’s just down the road.”

The blonde glowers. “You can barely stand on your own, public transportation is out of the question.” Like Hell he’s going to let an obviously inebriated, attractive young woman such as yourself ride the subway alone. Please, don’t make him laugh. “I’m driving you home.”

“It’s out of your way.”

“I don’t care.”

It’s a slow race, but Nanami eventually hauls you to his car parked at the entrance of the lot. A midnight shade Maserati; he doesn’t miss the way you gawk at his luxurious ride. “If I had a car like this, I’d never leave it.” He laughs. You smack his bicep. “I’m not kidding, I’d sleep in this thing. She’s gorgeous.”

“She says thank you,” he huffs his response. Nanami leans you up against the side of his car, pinning you between its door and his thigh while he opens the passenger door. “Watch your head.” His hand curls around the roof’s ledge, a makeshift cushion to protect your skull as you duck into the car seat. Immediately, you’re slumping back into the comfortable leather interior, moaning out quiet mewls of exhaustion. 

“Yeah, I’d definitely sleep in here.”

“Keep those eyes open.” The door swings shut, and Nanami makes haste when rounding the rear of his car to the driver’s side. He had barely toed the line of sobriety anyways, but knocking a stranger on his ass was definitely more than enough to woosh any semblance of haziness from his veins. Nanami wouldn’t think about driving—wouldn’t think about putting you or anyone else on the road in danger—if he felt even the slightest bit impaired by the scotch. Behind the wheel, the man leans across the center console to grab your seat’s safety belt, carefully dragging it over your chest and clipping it into the buckle. “I need your address first, then you can knock out.”

“My address…” You ponder, lips pursed and eyes blinking at a snail’s pace. Sleepiness prevails, and you fall in and out of slumber, head lolling and cheek mashed up against your shoulder. 

Nanami carps, unappreciative of your inability to stay awake long enough for this much needed conversation. “Hey,” he bleats, patting the top of your thigh. “Come on, Y/n. I need to know where you live.”

You whine, rolling your eyes at his persistence. “The city.”

“You live in the city.” Nanami deadpans at the useless information you’ve just spared. 

“Mm.” And then you’re drifting back to sleep. 

Nanami pinches high on the bridge of his nose with a thumb and forefinger, over the permanent divets where his glasses have drilled into his skin. The contortment of his fingers sends another spike of pain over his bruising knuckles. “Wake up and give me a proper address.” He supposes his heated seats aren’t doing much to stave off your tiredness, so he presses his knuckle into the off button. You whine. 

“I don’t remember, okay?”

That’s how you ended up at Nanami’s home, tucked under his lavish sheets in his bed that’s entirely too big for one person. Your outfit had been neatly folded and piled upon his dresser, exchanged for one of his tee shirts and a pair of sweatpants that were cinched at the waist. He helped you into his clothes—with your undivided consent, of course. A completely clinical and respectful process; Nanami looked elsewhere, acting as a handle for you to hold onto as you stepped into the oversized pants he held open for you. They were far too wide, falling off your hips, so he took the time to tie a precious, little bow with the drawstrings. 

“Comfy?” He asks upon his return to the bedroom, holding a glass of tap water in one hand, a bottle of pills rattling in the other. You’re exactly where he left you; swimming in his bedsheets, the comforter hoisted up to your chest. Nanami sets the water down on the bedside table, then takes a seat on the edge of his mattress, working the bottle open. 

“I’ve never been more comfortable,” you sigh blissfully, taking a deep inhale. “Your blankets smell good.”

The blonde can’t help his chuckle. “I’ll give you the name of the laundry detergent I use tomorrow.” With deft fingers, he plucks two small tablets, light pain medication, and sets the pair on the table next to your water glass. 

“Promise?” Your tongue pokes out from between your teeth, playful. He chides an airy yes, snapping the tylenol bottle shut. Then, your smile fades; you’re averting your eyes, fixing them somewhere over to the blank canvas of Nanami’s gray, bedroom wall. “Hey, um…” He watched the side of your face, watches the flex of your jawline and the tension in your neck. “Did I—I didn’t really throw up on you, right?”

You rub at your temple, like you’re trying to find the memory but it’s just out of reach. “No,” he replies instantly, steadily, like it’s not a complete lie. Like his bile-ridden shoes aren’t sitting outside on his front door step, waiting to be cleaned. “You don’t remember?”

“It’s fuzzy,” you grumble, frustrated with yourself. “I had too much.”

Normal circumstances permitted, Nanami would’ve totally took this opportunity to have his I told you so moment. But you already looked  upset, maybe a little bit sick still, so he bit his tongue for you. “Some drunk imbecile interrupted us. We shared words, and then he got sick on us.” He was pleased with himself, his story must’ve been believable with the way you nodded along. 

“And then you punched him, right?”

His face drops. “That’s what you remember?”

Your shrug. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget it, Nanami. Not for my entire life.”

“Kento.” You hum, confused, so he reiterates, “I mean, call me Kento. I just clothed you, I’d say we’re close enough.” It’s true, you guys were getting more and more comfortable together by the day. Even outside of work and the management project, Nanami and you share text conversations more frequently than he would’ve ever imagined. And these little hangouts—granted, only two have been executed thus far—have been the most fun he’s had in ages. More fun than he’d ever hope to have with his ‘friendly’ business colleagues. You’re his friend. 

You, Y/n L/n, are his friend. What a strange fucking twist of events, it nearly gives Nanami whiplash. 

“Ken… To…” You speak each syllable slowly, peeking up at him through your eyelashes. He nods, grinning easily. Happy. “Kento, Kento, Ken—”

“Okay, okay enough.” He rises, arms raised as he gives a hearty stretch to his back. “It’s bedtime. Over there,” Nanami points at a door, “is the bathroom if you need it. You’ve got water here, and make sure you take the medicine in the mornings. You’re going to have a terrible migraine.”

“Wait, where are you gonna go?”

“I’ll take the couch for tonight.”

“Kento…” You whine, and he really wished you wouldn’t do that. “C’mere. There’s room.”

You’re patting the expansive open space beside you, peeling back the heavy blankets. It’s an enticing offer, to slip in beside you and feed off your body heat. To hold you to him and— Stop, what are you thinking? Stupid. “I think it’s best we don’t. Sorry.” And then he’s fleeing to the door because the way in which he worded that made the depths of his soul curl with cringe. Nanami bids you a polite sleep well before leaving you to the darkness, though he has enough sense left to keep the door cracked just in case you should yell for him in the night. 

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🌹 KIBBE types || Why Hyunjin is a 𝒮𝑜𝒻𝓉 Dramatic

 ↪︎ INTRO :: Welcome to another lengthy Kibbe Body Type analysis. Today, I’ll discuss Stray Kids’ Hyunjin, who is certainly among the most beautiful men of our times 🌹

Across the web he’s been typed as a [Soft] Dramatic, Dramatic Classic, and Flamboyant Natural respectively — I make my case for SD here in bite-sized illustrated points. Enjoy! 

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I. ANALYSIS 🌹

why he’s in the dramatic type family

hyunjin’s SD features & fashion

comparison to FN/DC/D + other members’ types (Chan, Lino, Han, Felix)

why he fits the versace look

II. CONCLUSION 🌹

hyunjin as an archetype and GNC icon

shifting beauty standards

thoughts on kibbe type distribution in skz/k-pop generally (do successful groups feature types from all 5 kibbe categories?)

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why he’s in the dramatic family

Needless to say, Hyunjin is likely part of the Big Three (D, SD, FN) or a Dramatic Classic due to his notable vertical line. Like all of these yang types, his model physicality is hard to overlook.

At 5′11, he’s already tall and close to the 6´0 threshold on paper, but he appears even taller mostly. People surely wouldn’t describe him as petite or barely medium in height. I heard through the grapevine that 5′11+ is Kibbe’s cutoff for male yin types who have short vertical lines:

Especially as in South Korea, the male average height is estimated to lie between 5´7 and 5´8½. That would be their Classic type benchmark. Lee Know is commonly typed as Soft Classic at 5′8. I agree with the typing: He looks great in sophisticated, clean, standard black tie with waist emphasis and suave fabrics (yin). All C category looks suit him, less is more.

Hyunjin appears taller and bolder congruently, seemingly taking up twice as much space as most Soft Gamines like Felix (SG is Kibbe’s most petite type next to the Romantics, they are the Big Three’s opposite). His physical frame is easily noticed first.

His extremities are fairly narrow, though. At his height, only one Image ID category looks like that, in fact: D types, the longest legs of the Kibbe system. Slim and streamlined, Hyunjin embodies sharp yang.

And he fits their reputation: Like all Dramatics, he does visually intimidate. His appeal can be described as intense, towering, and in your face (D), not as bluntly rounded, wide, sporty (N) or subtle and detached (C). Changbin being from the Natural family, the difference is quite stark. Changbin is frame dominant, Hyunjin is vertical first.

There’s an edge, he’s square and tall, not bevelled, not all-round symmetrical, not tiny, nor softly round. Hyunjin isn’t fully mesomorph nor endomorph either, but slenderly column-like with longer bones (D), which tends to reflect in his dance/stage presence. Very angular.

SKZ’ concert outfits can be quite theatrical in a Kibbe and aesthetic sense, it suits him well. Kibbe calls the Dramatic element theatric because literal drama/theater in the arts relies on tall actors with exaggerated makeup & features that can still be seen in the last row. D types are easily spotted from a mile away. 

Let’s do the reverse: Zooming in, typing by detail. Tell-tale sign of a D type: Hyunjin’s hands/fingers are long and slim. FN’s hands are broad and less dainty/slim, if not huge sometimes. Classics are “regular”. His extremeties are not, we see bone structure first.

Calves, hips, underarms, too. All very yang. Not short, not soft, not balanced, not sturdy, not contrasted, just elongated and slimmed. I can hear people say it’s FN’s dramatic undercurrent, but it’s not an addition, it’s his main thing.

Test it with outfits: Kibbe is about matching similar things to create harmony, which creates beauty. Hyunjin’s most famous looks are all angular like he is. They mirror his frame. His artistic alter ego is as fittingly dramatic-themed as it gets. Sharp asymmetric corners everywhere:

how his yin undercurrent manifests

Now that we established his Dramatic base, let’s see how his yin undercurrent shows. Outfit test again, because it’s fun: Especially opulent and dark-colored SD lines overwhelm all Classics and Naturals. But Hyunjin, never. Just another Thursday for him, he can do it all. 

And either way, his lush, super-prominent facial features are the waving flag for SD. They pair so well with glisteningly adorned yin styling. The hair could be more contrasted (= yang) here, but you get the gist.

He even has a semblance of double curve, which is elongated in SDs. FN has a broad ribcage > hourglass, Pure D has a straight, streamlined body. DC has no curve. But SD looks great with the waist marked. Only then does the outfit become “Hyunjin-esque” lmao! And it puts the focus on his face.

Hyunjin is far more yin-oriented than D, DC, FN. He wears Romantic and otherwise gnc clothing so well. You could douse him in jewels. SD is the only type among the Big 3 that can pull off TR decor. Modern Hanboks are often yin-themed (SC, TR, SD...). He’s born to wear it.

SD borrows its yin from R, yes. But as I see it, the infamous “homme/femme fatale” Theatrical Romantic type is SD’s younger sister. Simply due to TR’s sharp yang Dramatic influence. Hyunjin is easily a `sexy TR with more vertical´, and tall homme fatale is exactly what he exudes. An SD face says “femme but I’ll eat you up”.

That doesn’t mean that if you made TRs like Jimin or Han more elongated, they’d look like Hyunjin. Ofc not. Besides no person ever fully resembling another, Han is yin first (rounded face, small waist), and Hyunjin is yang first (chiseled body, long limbs). SD is gigantic next to TR.

However: Added to how Korean men tend to be on the smaller side already, and SD still points toward R and is the least towering of the Big Three most of the time, Hyunjin is still less gigantic than Pure D and FN — even if he looks tall by himself or next to G types like I.N, Felix, etc. Next to FN Dua Lipa in heels below, next to D types in the second pic.

For SD, Kibbe says overdressing is virtually impossible, as long as their narrow vertical line is honored. Unlike Classics, Hyunjin is certainly the “more is more” type. Minimalism wouldn’t do him justice. All-out dark luxury and ornamentation is peak SD aesthetic.

As above, and like in Han’s or Taemin’s case (both are TR), all of his outfits are elevated by belts. A purely yang type couldn’t wear this convincingly or comfortably. But with his small waist, belts are needed to keep the outfit together. Again, he can’t overdo it.

Finally, his feet are long and yang, but the toes appear yin and rounded, softly padded. The gentle, fleshy undercurrent of SD shows here, just like in his face. I’m a Pure Dramatic, my toes are thin and elongated, and my face is taut. SD has less structured feet, even if they can be bony. That’s why Natural category boots look so heavy on him, DC shoes appear regular, but elongated boots that emphasise vertical suit his outfits. He rarely wears SD shoes, but as always, the more glam, the better.

why he fits the versace SD aesthetic

It’s no coincidence he became a Versace ambassador. Donatella — despite being a tiny Flamboyant Gamine at 5´2 — herself dresses like a Soft Dramatic often, and loves supermodels embodying the shiny Diva Chic, it’s the brand’s entire theme. 

Just like D & G and Mugler celebrate TR, Chanel and Gucci revere Gamines, Armani worships yang types (D, DC), and Dior suits Soft Classic, Versace lionizes SD, Italy’s Kibbe archetype. Bold patterns, sharp shoulders, black, waist, long lines. 

Versace and Hyunjin’s best signature style are based on the severe long, black vertical look, angular and stark. Head to toe! The velvet fabric ad glossy boots are also quite SD.

By constrast, Versace doesn’t base itself on the flowing mix´n´match, wide lines and cozy fabrics of Naturals. That would be, say, Urban Outfitters or FILA. The BTS campaigns show of how casual FN/N is. No coincidence how RM and JK are positioned center, they are SN and FN. Brands will always clock which types instinctively fit the aesthetic.

Like all designers searching for a muse, I think Donatella looks for models that symbolize what her own contrasted/angular FG type doesn’t feature: Extreme vertical, a consistent essence (as opposed to Gamine’s mix of D and R lines), and yin. Thus, Versace’s muse is SD. Hyunjin perfectly fits the role. He is tall and radiates decadent splendour. 

why he’s not flamboyant natural

Some FN clothing suits him, yes, as SD and FN are neighboring types. You can always steal from your closest Image IDs and pull it off to a certain degree. It accommodates his vertical, after all. But again, he can go even more fashion forward, and isn’t known for his leisure looks like, say Namjoon (FN) or Jungkook (SN). FN clothing looks casual on all other types. FN clothing on an FN looks like a million bucks. 

Some FNs have soft yin features, but on SD, they stand out. Hyunjin’s go-to makeup look is not understated like Kibbe would recommend for the N family. Full lips, strong brows, sharp chin, sharp smokey eyes, contoured nose. His face shape is slightly more elongated than wide to begin with, the eyes aren’t wide-set like it’s often the case for Ns. His signature style is long hair, wether straight or wavy: but pulled back (D), not big and wild and free (FN).

The FN (and DC) outfits he wears the best are all black, head to toe. Which is a D characteristic! The drape of the fabric is similar to SD, but the materials are still reading as casual and wide on him. FN clothes look huge on all other Kibbe categories and hide the body, but on all Naturals they look stylish and showcase their frame dominance. FN is oversized on Hyunjin, especially the upper body. SD might have a T-silhouette, but not the FN ribcage. Casual clothes are snug on actual FNs.

Vice versa, Hyunjin makes the most artificial-looking, least casual aesthetic seem entirely taken for granted on him. His silhouette asks for emphasis in the middle of the body than just the shoulders (yes, SD does need shoulder emphasis!). The FN style leaves his legs looking too slim by comparison, as the top part winds up being too baggy. 

That couldn’t happen to a Natural like Chan who fills out skinny pants easily. He needs the heavy fabrics, chest, arm, and shoulder accommodation like air.  Stage looks are heavily manicured; he becomes a different person — Chan looks good, but he’s most at home in cozier looks, and most known for it, too. It balances his body.

Test jeans (N) versus satin (R): Which is more well-dressed? SD is about how far you can go, N is about how relaxed you can go. I think jeans is good, but underwhelms here and there. Plain satin lacks structure on him, too, which is why R is only his undercurrent. It requires the angular tailoring of D to incorporate yin fabrics in his wardrobe. But you could still throw more jewelry on him! Gala/dinner/red carpet dressing is so easy for SD. The right-hand outfits are fantastic. The colors pack a punch, too. SD needs heavy duty [winter] hues, regardless of their personal color.

So, in stage outfits, he wears sharp shoulders well. FN has larger, protruding, rounded shoulters that do not carry pointed Dramatic corners well. No sharpness here, just massive soft yang muscles, eg. Namjoon and Shownu. Worlds apart from Hyunjin. SD is the fiercest slayer ever, FN is a complete machine.

Any impression that he has Kibbe width is caused by the T-Shape most SDs have, an illusion created by their small waist making the shoulders look prominent by comparison. 

Stiff fabrics that hold their shape (=D) are key to his best outfits, not coarse/woven FN fabrics or DC tweeds. fN are the kings and queens of athleisure. SD is underdressed in FN. It needs lavish draping and bnw contrast (=D element mixed with yin). He looks great in it:

SD is a naturally androgynous type. It fuses a tall model body with a soft yin face. Think Austin Butler, Shawn Mendes, Lil Nas X, BTS’ Jin. But FN is as masc as it gets. Think Henry Cavill, Jason Momoa, Hugh Jackman, RM, Minho (SHINee), Chanyeol. FN can be humongously broad when trained! SD bulks up, but their narrow, delicate vertical still shows first. And Hyunjin is shredded to the gods, mind you. 

His legs showcase thin D bone structure. Congruently, he wears pointed toe shoes better than rough and ready FN ones (sharp, black shiny boots, his signature). Even if they have a sharp yang undercurrent, FNs still have more substantial N bones by comparison. When FN works out, their frame becomes even more biased towards the upper arms, shoulders and thighs, where SD becomes leaner first, and just more defined overall. Hyunjin’s legs aren’t blunt, they are extra long (sharp yang) with softly wide flesh (yin undercurrent) on top. FN is bulkier, stronger-looking like RM. And Hyunjin is a main dancer!

In short, trained FN idols are basically closest to bodybuilding contest winners because they look so broad and vigorous, while SD idols could win a pageant because they’re so beautiful, not rugged and hypermasculine like FN. Hyunjin is muscular, but you don’t notice broadness first, but his gorgeousness and model height.

FN benefits from earth tones + softening the hair color, while all Dramatics are recommended to go darker, more uniform in shade. Contrast works miracles for Hyunjin, black hair or completely bleached white is his forte. Muted colors undersell him. FNs will pass as a natural muted blonde or light brunette, while the D black and white color scheme don’t flatter them as much. Hyunjin definitely needs the extreme.

why he’s not pure dramatic

Pure Dramatic fits his proportions, it looks great on him (proof that D is his family) but the certain something is missing. It conceals his body rather than adapting to his shape. SD is never boring, always memorable (!), the longer you look the better it gets (minus the whitewashing on the right). SD is the right “challenge”.

The fact that Hyunjin can handle so much glamour whereas Pure Dramatic best sticks to the all-black column look without the glitter and diamonds makes him secondary yin. SD can lean into (Theatrical) Romantic, but on a tall scale. The jewels, the glitter, the soft fabrics, you can put all of this on him. The big florals, too!

Pure D is enjoyable in how contrasted and proportional it us, but it seems more boring than his stylists playing it up and adding more of a genderless element without making it classical drag art; it’s his specialty. His roster of SD hairstyles is endless and we all love it. The wavy ponytail below shoulder length (SD can go even longer anyway). 

Pure D lines also don’t lend enough definition to his face. Wearing one’s Kibbe type HTT (head to toe) naturally makes the face pop, as its surroundings are harmonious. He will be too gaunt in too-straight hair and too-stiff fabrics, the SD volume is missing. E.g. Sehun and Wonwoo (Pure Dramatics) wear this better.

why he’s not dramatic classic

His insane proportions and remarkable face also disqualify him as any Classic. C styling looks good on everyone as it is the midpoint of the Kibbe spectrum and thus accommodates all types. He can pull the plain white dress shirt off, but only with sufficient accessorizing (SD). C drowns in SD, but C jackets are like crop tops on SD (red carpet image below).

In general, his body is not balanced — small waist, very narrow legs, prominent facial features, etc — enough to be described as average. Nothing strikes you about Classics, they are subtle and perfect. It’d be harder to draw Lee Know from memory than Hyunjin. All Dramatics stand out. Classics blend in, staying understated, visually embodying the “handsome, cold yet elegant gentleman”.

how he compares to any other types

Kibbe is about comparing Image Identity: Hyunjin could never be the sporty guy next door like SN Chan; he could never be the SG brand of “short and sweet” (think Sabrina Carpenter, SG) like Felix. Hyunjin has the tall contrasted look of sharp yang types. SD is the dark and sensual god king, SG is the lovely elven prince (yet both have yin lips).

Hyunjin’s ability to ace high-effort styles is only restricted by his lack of Gamine essence, which is K-Pop’s main mode. G types have few rules except breaking the line, SD requires rule-abiding. The floor length, the belts, the longer hair, the intense colors. 

G lines turn to kitsch on SD, it is too “youthful“ for him to maximize the potential of SD. Eclectic Gamine lines are too short. G looks ‘cutesy/fun’ on all other types except on Gamines, who look stylish and cool in them, like FG J-Hope. Everything is ugly unless Hyunjin wears it as they say, but G is too hit and miss (and not “Hyunjin-esque” 😄).

Finally, Romantic is too delicate for him. It needs more oomph and “overstyling”. R is not risky enough for Hyunjin! Yes, he is secondary yin. He looks dainty in it. But it works better with yin guys like Felix, Jimin, Woozi, Wooyoung, Suho, Xiumin, you name it. R clothing looks corny on all other types, but on TR/R/SG it looks flaming hot. Pair Romantic’s velvets and pastels and crystals and transparent fabrics and sparkles and ruffles with Dramatic edges and it works for Hyunjin:

conclusion

Since Kibbe has these type-specific names that set a certain tone or theme: I think luxurious “Divo/Deus Chic” (SD) fits Hyunjin best. As in `godly´ man, since Deus was the male operatic lead, historically, and Diva the goddess. Kibbe has no men’s equivalent of “Diva Chic” so I figured `Deus´ was quite fitting, as Hyunjin does look like one would imagine a seductive deity. 

I see why many type him as Pure D and FN, and he can’t go wrong with DC either if the vertical line is kept, either. He can embody those three essences through acting, styling, working out. But the above-and-beyond ornate SD image sums him up well and dresses him to his fullest. 

He’s close but not quite the masculinely austere Pure D, Kibbe’s “Regal Sir” (D), who tends to be the most mature-looking, dry/stern type, far from Hyunjin’s genderbending visual that effortlessly breaks every boundary of what is considered menswear. He stands out from the common “Spitfire” Gamine idol aesthetic, too (small, lean, youthful, `doll-like´ face — think Taeyong, Jennie, or Yoongi), which makes him so recognizable.

He’s modelesque, moreso than the leisurely, Herculean yet relaxed boho “Free Spirit” (FN), or the understated yet sophisticated “First Gentleman” (DC) who stands at a more medium height and excels in spartan clothing. Most SD men are chronically underdressed, Hyunjin became famous because he barely ever is (props to the stylists!). I love this ID on him, and it has many options, just a feast for the eye. 

I thought about Taemin successfully carving out a niche for himself as a sensual Theatrical Romantic, heavily breaking with mainstream masculinity. Or Lisa (her type is debated, but we can all agree she’s yang-leaning) being known for her tomboy look pre-fame and later blowing up astronomically for her concepts that have no time for the submissive Asian girl trope. They both defied the expected norm, aka FN or FG male idol, SG female idol. In a similar manner, SKZ having so many yin subtypes is probably what made them so appreciated for their lavish GNC styles — and the big stage/a music video is really where you can wear all of this to the max. 

If you think about it, they have yin types in all of the 5 main Kibbe categories! TR Han, SG Felix, SC Lino, SN Chan + Changbin, SD Hyunjin, like how? Perfectly distributed, talk about range! No wonder they can do any concept. Hyunjin and Felix being the most known for genderless fashion is likely due to SD being physically impossible to miss and SG standing out as they are so petite (think Woozi from Seventeen, best example). Kibbe is onto something when he made sharp yang and soft yin the end points of the spectrum.

For the stylists, it must be hard to find a balance between dressing the Naturals VS the several Romantic-leaning members, and everyone in between. They do a tremendous job though most of the time imo, it’s refreshing to see SKZ’s fashion style having courage and forward-thinking instead of catering to a conservative worldview: Not to mention the many contemporary, low quality menswear design landscapes which are nothing short of underwhelming. SKZ create a visual spectacle, that’s one of the many reasons why they stay relevant to the public. I don’t think a group mostly consisting of say Classics could execute their theatrical stage displays convincingly. Example: Wolfgang worked because Chan is Soft Natural. Felix’ runway debut worked because the outfit was Soft Gamine. Hyunjin became a sex symbol as soon as he grew his hair long (a Dramatic characteristic, yin `feminine´ hairstyles are actually short in Kibbe’s system! Think TR Hwasa’s iconic wavy bob).

So, maybe one crucial ingredient, besides other factors, to a successful group is having members from all Kibbe 5 main IDs? To give each a recognizable/particular wardrobe, showcase height differences, be able to stay flexible with concepts, and further emphasize the concept of group roles? If we’re talking male groups in general, EXO has all Kibbegories except a strong R department, but therefore more yin subtypes. The literal exact same goes for ATEEZ and TXT. BTS has at least one Romantic (Jimin), Gamine (Yoongi), Classic (V), Natural (Jungkook), and D type (Jin) featured. That effect is even more pronounced in Seventeen (they almost have all the 13 types, it’s insane) and of course, within NCT we find it all, I mean the numerical chances of them having each Kibbe type present are high anyway lmao!

And of course, SHINee is THE most balanced group: Minho FN, Key SD, Onew SN, Jonghyun DC, Taemin TR! Yes — I am aware Key and Jonghyun are typed as Flamboyant Gamines frequently. Those aren’t bad typings at all, especially since SHINee often did and successfully does a FG concept. But as I see it, Key wears and exudes the Divo aesthetic like no other, and Jonghyun is easily associated with crisp and elegant suits. So even if they aren’t SD and DC, FGs can be type chameleons, as we saw with G-Dragon who’s portrayed every Kibbegory in the book. Long story short and pun intended, let’s crack the code: SHINee being Kibbe allrounders could also be a reason why they are timeless.

The veracity behind racist stereotyping à la „they all look the same“ unsurprisingly proves to be nonexistent, even despite the industry’s persisting Gamine bias for both girl and boy groups. Which, worryingly, shifts toward promoting the too-muscular Natural body for male idols lately. We can anticipate more N types being cast into debut groups to reinforce that ideal. It does seem to create a new „be this type or go home“ beauty standard that is often divorced from the variety fans want to see. Say, nobody campaigns to have Felix look like Terminator Arnold 2.0 😅 He’s grown so perfectly into his Soft Gamine/Light Spring Season style and looks stunning. No need for a gargantuan bicep or pecs out of proportion, or 15 layers of insoles.

So, I wouldn’t want to pump up everyone into a quasi-Flamboyant Natural (the current Hollywood steroid disaster is telling) or slim everyone down to a faux Dramatic or FG (see Ozempic) when we have nothing short of 13 human archetypes, with 12 different seasonal color types on top anyway. You cannot change your ID to begin with, ever — you’d need surgery for each cell of your body. Even today’s possible amount of cosmetic procedures couldn’t change your yin-yang balance completely. You still look best in your original lines. Plus, height and bone shape are hard and painful to alter from head to toe. I prefer Kibbe’s prennial `dressing your own, already beautiful type´ approach, which still applies if someone had lots of surgery, too. Kibbe types are permanent after one’s early 20s.

That’s why I still think the „5-category-SHINee-effect“ does contribute to longevity and artistic merit. Exactly to last through extreme trends (because what’s after N muscles? Maybe skinny like D again, or balanced like C? It cycles on). Styling a group, it’ll never be a hit or miss game if you have all 5 archetypes present. Imagine SKZ doing an edgy/smokey eye concept, the yang members (e.g. Seungmin) will make waves. Or if they do lace and pearls, the yin types will look especially great.

No matter what theme a comeback has, it’ll strike a chord for at least one person. Everyone can have their turn, there’s no forgotten member. [Male] groups consisting of kindred Kibbe types (e.g. only Romantics, which would 100% set them apart) sadly rarely break through. They’d have to stick to one signature style, which probably wouldn’t survive in the capital-driven/high-speed K-Pop trend and fashion cycle, which asks for novelty. I’d love to see groups like that though, like an all Dramatic model squad. There’s still variety within one Kibbe ID’s styling options. Maybe I’ve overlooked some groups whose members all have similar types? Take to the comments and let me know, I’m curious!

PS. Thank you for reading all the way — and have a great week - Caro 🐯

[hydrangeapartridge]

My rating of Emmrich's outfits that no one asked for and no one will agree with! (careful of spoilers down here)

Researcher's Robes

Everything about the pants, the shirt, the jewels, the collar pin, the sachel and the vest I absolutely love. It’s Emmrich’s clothing from the lighthouse ; elegant and stylish. But after hours of playing, I am still not sure about that coat. It’s the shoulder pieces and the high collar I think. I love the scholar look and it fits the first recruitment quest but then I think it doesn’t suit the exploration and wandering in the mud of Hossenberg of the sun of Rivein. It is too unpractical. Plus, the shoulder pieces prevent me from fully admiring Emmrich’s lovely profile in cutscenes.

So 10000/10 for the lighthouse outfit and 8/10 with the coat.

The Boundless Scholar

Nice but less stylish than other outfits. Maybe makes him look a bit older. Also lacking jewelry when I love my man in gold. Plus once you’ve seen it’s a bit similar to Johanna’s outfit you can’t unsee it… Mad scientist vibe and probably a outfit he uses to not get too stained/dirty when handling corpses.

5/10

Preserved Gurn Hide

Nice colour patterns, the upper drapping is stylish and I like the satchels too. There is an alchemist vibe but I’m not sure about the armour plates for a mage, looks too chivalrous maybe. But still solid.

7/10

Funeral Finery

This one I really like. It has jewelry but is more sobber and practical while still giving off the stylish scholar vibe. My favourite for bringing Emmrich out on quests.

I also think it compliments Emmrich’s slim but not weak built. His shoulders and chest look a bit broad and nice in it. Love the purple waist piece and the pouch. It’s pretty without being too much.

The darker colours are good but maybe not the best for his complexion

9/10

Graven Vestments

Black and gold, simple but sophisticated and looks very good on him and for his complexion. It give off more like a formal attire vibe. It’s pretty but I’m not that into the total black look. Plus I’m not into that flap on the front, looks weird. Not sure about the cape either, capes are dangerous.

7.5/10

Lich's Vestige

Lewd show of that ribcage sir !!

It’s beautiful but it means Manfred is gone so nah. Skeleton father became skeleton

Grief/10

Voilà ! (no outfit gets under 5 because Emmrich is a stylish man. Love him)

[cool-content-star]

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[weepinwriter]

“Within the depths of my being, a haunting familiarity lingers. Dread intertwines desire with uncertainty, and I wonder. Who are you?

Name : Nikita

Age : He is in his mid thirties

Height : 6’1

Appearance : Graceful, refined, and sophisticated: you’ll never see Nikita without a small, knowing smile gracing his porcelain face, accentuating his dark, knowing green eyes. Overall, he is rather monochrome, wearing your usual black suit, white-button up, and black tie tailor-made to fit his towering form of 6'1" and match his neatly cut black hair, which is often swept to the side to fall over his left eye (which if you look closely enough to, reflects a crescent moon). And if that wasn’t already enough to make everyone and their mother fall for him, he also likes to wear form-fitting slim black gloves. Additionally he has a scar, a very long and jagged scar that wraps around their left blade and trails all the way down their back in a zig-zagged fashion right down to their tailbone. And a long scar running across his throat.

Personality : Nikita is a very complex individual to deal with, who can be described as a mix of childlike curiosity and mature behavior. He has a calm and relaxed demeanor, but can also be cold and ruthless. Nikita enjoys pushing people's buttons and is proud of his intelligence and attractiveness. He is a skilled manipulator and cannot be trusted completely. He enjoys playing mind games with the inmates, taunting and provoking them relentlessly for some sort of reaction, anything to amuse him. He may act nice to everyone but cares for no one, will gladly climb on the back of others to reach his goal yet breaks at the slightest negative criticism. Will act like nothing's wrong as someone's bleeding all over him, and completely lacks warmth and humanity yet acts like it's his greatest traits. He is known for being flirtatious and enjoys the reactions of others. Nikita is sophisticated and unpredictable, having experienced a lot in his long life.

Background : [ Under Section 28, Article 59 of the Sensitive Information Protection Act, the confidential details pertaining to this individual are currently under stringent safeguarding measures. It is imperative to acknowledge that any unauthorized intrusion upon the privacy and anonymity of government administrators, military personals and warden's from reformation asylums will be met with immediate and irrevocable consequences, without the provision of a preceding trial. We kindly request utmost compliance in refraining from further inquiries or endeavors to access additional information regarding this individual. ]

Likes : lily of the valley, baking cakes, pranking the inmates, stargazing, music boxes, dry fruits (especially walnuts), reading ancient epics, eye pleasing visuals

Dislikes : rude people (the irony), the ocean, getting screamed at, criticisms, potatoes, humans in general, responsibilities, weak people (basically those who can't protect themselves)

Pet peeves : crying, shoes on the bed, obnoxious cracking of body parts, smell of blood (he's used to it, yet it still irks him to an extent)

Trivia :

tends to get hiccups whenever stressed or angry

shit talks everyone to anyone who listens. you see that guy? yeah his breathe smells like rotten potatoes, that girl over there? yeah her hair looks like a cat's balls.

unexpectedly Nikita despises physical contact, which is why he is always seen wearing gloves and if possible chooses not to touch anyone unless absolutely necessary

[shivaniboutique]

Party wear gowns in Western fashion can vary in style, length, and design.

Here are some popular styles you might consider for a party:

A-Line Gowns:

Flattering for most body types gown.

Fitted at the top and gradually flares out.

Suitable for various occasions, from semi-formal to formal parties.

Mermaid Gowns:

Fitted through the bodice and hips, then flares out at the knee.

Dramatic and often considered glamorous.

Ideal for formal events and evening parties.

Ball Gowns:

Characterized by a full, voluminous skirt.

Fitted bodice and a defined waistline.

Perfect for formal and upscale events.

Sheath Gowns:

Slim and form-fitting.

Straight from the neckline to the hem.

Elegant and sophisticated, suitable for cocktail parties.

High-Low Gowns:

Features a shorter front hem and a longer back hem.

Trendy and youthful.

Suitable for semi-formal and cocktail events.

Off-Shoulder or One-Shoulder Gowns:

Adds a touch of glamour and sophistication.

Draws attention to the shoulders and neckline.

Suitable for various party settings.

Lace or Sequin Gowns:

Adds texture and visual interest.

Perfect for a more luxurious and festive look.

Ideal for formal parties and evening events.

Slit Gowns:

Features a high slit on the side or front.

Adds a hint of allure and drama.

Suitable for upscale parties and events.

Strapless Gowns:

Highlights the shoulders and neckline.

Timeless and elegant.

Suitable for formal events and galas.

Backless Gowns:

Adds a touch of sensuality.

Ideal for parties with a more relaxed dress code.

Can be combined with various silhouettes.

Remember to choose a gown that complements your body shape, suits the occasion, and aligns with your personal style. Pay attention to the fabric, color, and embellishments to ensure the gown suits the overall vibe of the party.

[elmaestrostan]

https://theathletic.com/5469108/2024/05/07/premier-league-managers-touchline-fashion/?source=user_shared_article What are Premier League managers wearing on the touchline?

@doublefrogs @laisy @howeaythelads

Article text under the cut!

“Look smart, play smart”, as the saying goes. Perhaps it is about time we coined the phrase, “Look smart, manage smart” — and the meaning of “smart” is very much in the eye of the beholder.

In his first full season in charge — and despite two separate points deductions — Sean Dyche has steered Everton clear of relegation danger in the Premier League.

And what does Dyche credit as his secret weapon? Ditching wearing a traditional suit and tie for a club tracksuit, of course.

We’re not here to debate whether football managers donning classy business suits or comfortable matching sets of sportswear is superior. Instead, this feels like the perfect time to dive into what the Premier League’s movers and shakers are wearing on the touchline.

Want to imitate the Dyche look? (He’s cool enough to appear in music videos, remember.) The Athletic’s writers have got you covered.

Mikel Arteta, Arsenal

On matchdays, Arteta tends to dress in monotone — shades of black and grey. He frequently sports black shoes, grey trousers and one from a variety of black jackets. Black conveys seriousness and credibility — perfect for a manager striving to achieve his first Premier League title.

“At a high-performance level, you have to be consistent, things are demanding, you want to be detailed and precise,” Arteta told The Telegraph last year. “But at the same time, you need to leave some room for creativity.”

In those nervous moments of stoppage time, he occasionally glances down at a Rolex Oyster Perpetual GMT-Master II. The watch dates from 2007 — the year Arteta was voted Everton’s player of the year after leading them to European football.

Perhaps Arteta should consider introducing some camouflage to his match attire: it might enable him to evade referees when escaping out of his technical area.

Unai Emery, Aston Villa

Suave, sophisticated and all about the football. Emery’s fashion is largely dictated by the environment and the conditions he goes to battle in. At Turf Moor, for example, he broke out the rarely worn club tracksuit. When facing the managers he considers to be the best in the world, he wears sharp polished shoes and a long coat.

After an international break or in the summer, he has olive skin and a fresh new haircut. In the winter, he has a claret scarf, Roberto Mancini-like, tucked into a black puffer jacket and almost always accompanied by slim-fit trousers and a V-neck jumper underneath.

Nothing over the top, but adaptable. Best of all, it reflects him: highly effective in all conditions.

Andoni Iraola, Bournemouth

Iraola has delivered a penchant for those ‘pundit trainers’ — you know, the black shoes with the white rim around them. It forms a part of his smart but casual look, like a trendy university teacher who wears a blazer when walking between classrooms. He wears tracksuits at press conferences but invariably a neat black jumper with a button-up shirt underneath, with the collars tucked over.

He’s also adaptable, like his Spanish countryman Emery — and at Villa Park, Iraola broke out a neat blue jacket, adding a dash of pizzazz to the usual black trousers and pundit trainers. Not quite Scott Parker, but Iraola is learning.

Thomas Frank, Brentford

When Frank stepped up from his role as Dean Smith’s assistant to become Brentford’s head coach in October 2018, he took his promotion seriously.

Frank prowled around on the touchline in suits, crossing his arms when he was frustrated and looking like a teacher — which he used to be back in Denmark.

He quickly ditched the suits for something more comfortable and in the 2021 Championship play-off final, one of the biggest moments in Brentford’s history, he rocked up in a simple long-sleeved green T-shirt and dark trousers.

Nowadays, he jumps between wearing club-branded coats in chilly weather or plain black hoodies — comfort over style. On special occasions, The Athletic has spotted him in a blue-and-white pair of Nike Air Max.

Roberto De Zerbi, Brighton & Hove Albion

De Zerbi’s dress code has been more consistent than his team this season. Rain or shine, warm or cold, Brighton’s head coach brings Italian suave to the touchline with his matchday outfit.

It can be a hooded jacket, a round-neck jumper with the sleeves rolled up, or a T-shirt, depending on the vagaries of the English weather, but the colour scheme is always the same — black with tight-fitting black slacks and white trainers.

Vincent Kompany, Burnley

Kompany claims he pays no thought to his touchline attire in the build-up to games, although it is difficult to truly believe him as he marches to the dugout looking more stylish than most.

First impressions count, so when his side faced Huddersfield Town in his first game in charge back in July 2022, he donned a white shirt, black blazer — and, surprisingly, no cap.

Kompany’s cap has become the new iconic trend in Burnley. There is genuine shock when he appears without it on the touchline or when conducting media duties. The cap is an extension of him.

The classic Kompany look usually involves a variation of a big black coat and his unmissable white shoes. However, in the warmer months, underneath, the T-shirt and blazer combination returns — and this time with a cap on his head. Occasionally, the club’s training gear may be chosen. It’s not everybody’s cup of tea, but the Burnley manager pulls it off.

Mauricio Pochettino, Chelsea

No one can accuse Mauricio Pochettino of not trying to find the right outfit to bring about better results at Chelsea.

As far as head coaches and looking smart go, Jose Mourinho set the benchmark for all to follow in his two spells between 2004 and 2007, and 2013 and 2015. It is a bit like his silverware collection while at Stamford Bridge.

Pochettino has gone for the smart, suited look on occasion, although, like his mood after another poor result, the colours are always very dark. There has even been the odd tie attached.

Then, there is the training kit. Perhaps Pochettino dons it so regularly to boost sales in the club shop. Chelsea do have to find all the ways possible to meet profit and sustainability rules, after all.

He appears to quite like a football drill top, which has white down the arms — a rare bit of brightness in his Chelsea life.

Oliver Glasner, Crystal Palace

Last year, Crystal Palace appointed Kenny Annan-Jonathan as the first creative director for a Premier League club, but Oliver Glasner probably doesn’t need any fashion tips.

Glasner’s matchday attire is simple and understated. A trademark Canada Goose jacket with a black jumper and black jeans, coupled with a pair of white Nike Air Max Plus (better known as Air Max TNs).

It contrasts markedly with the garish orange-and-black Macron kit that is usually donned at the training ground.

The 49-year-old has attracted attention for his change in playing style at Palace, but his fashion style is also a complete departure from previous manager Roy Hodgson and the iconic shorts worn by former assistant Ray Lewington, no matter the weather.

Sean Dyche, Everton

Dyche has said his mother “isn’t too happy about it”, but the emperor has new clothes and Everton are winning points.

Dyche has always managed in a suit — nothing spectacular, no subterranean polo necks, no avant-garde lapels — but Everton’s form was nose-diving. They were winless in 13 league matches, plummeting back towards the relegation zone, and Dyche’s man-management seemed to be losing its touch.

Reaching deep into his box of motivational tricks (or by listening to Michael Jackson), he began, suitably, with the man in the mirror, switching to a tracksuit for Everton’s must-win showdown with Nottingham Forest on April 21.

“I always thought it was correct to wear a shirt and tie, but I just thought I’d play my part in what I was looking for from my players and staff,” he said post-match.

Since then? Four games, no defeats, and Everton’s first derby win at Goodison Park since 2010. It has been the best week for shell suits since the 1980s.

Will he continue? “I have to,” he said last week, with the air of an ageing steel magnate on dress-down Friday. “I have no choice.”

Marco Silva, Fulham

Fashion seems to be important these days at Fulham. It is ‘on brand’ to look upmarket and stylish.

The club have leant into that affluent stereotype: just look at the sales of cheese boards in the club shop (purchased by fans for away days with more than a hint of irony, obviously). They have also established a partnership with male fashion brand Charles Tyrwhitt, which has a line called the ‘Fulham Look’. Marco Silva is not one of the models for that collection, but managers do need to look the part in south-west London.

His predecessor, Scott Parker, was never one to shy away from eye-catching knitwear. Silva is more low-key. He is a man of darker tones and a sharp and simple look, suggesting a seriousness that reflects his character.

He mainly wears black jumpers, sometimes opting for a turtleneck or a grey option, and often a big black coat in the rain and cold. Smart black shoes go with that, but he can and does switch to trainers and training gear. A smart or stylish watch is a must, though.

Jurgen Klopp, Liverpool

For Klopp’s farewell season at Liverpool, it’s been the trusted casual tracksuit attire we’ve become accustomed to seeing over his nine years in the Premier League.

At the start of the season, for the opener away at Chelsea, it was just a black Liverpool T-shirt with club tracksuit bottoms, a baseball cap and white Adidas trainers, the brand with which he became a brand ambassador in 2020.

As the weather turned, Klopp paired the above combination with a red-and-grey hoodie and had either a tracksuit top or a long raincoat over the top for the winter months. He’s sometimes added a snood for the really chilly games.

He has kept the club Nike baseball cap on all season — with his choice of colour the main fashion change-up.

In an interview with the Guardian in 2020, Klopp explained why he’s always kept it casual. He said: “I was a player and the next day I was the manager (of Mainz).

“In my locker room was the tracksuit of the guy who had the job two days before. It didn’t even fit me. I was just focused on the game. I never thought about how I looked. I know it’s not too cool because we are working in public, but then when I came to Borussia Dortmund, I thought: ‘Maybe I have to change’. I went for a while wearing jeans and a shirt but I just didn’t feel comfortable.”

Rob Edwards, Luton Town

Who remembers the Next catalogue? Every matchday, it looks like Rob Edwards has walked right out of it.

Edwards has the three-quarter zip jumper look locked down. His Luton team are in the relegation zone with two games to go, but he is top of the league when it comes to best-dressed managers.

Are you even a football manager if, when you open your wardrobe, you aren’t suddenly drowning in Sandbanks coats? Edwards certainly enjoys repping the brand, which has Jamie Redknapp as its ambassador, and he does so with style.

Edwards’ recent look for Luton’s away trip to Wolverhampton Wanderers was his best of the season. He wore something similar on a scouting trip to Molineux a few days earlier but rounded off the fit with a pair of clear-frame glasses. When it comes to manager fashion, he is clear.

Pep Guardiola, Manchester City

At the Etihad Stadium, high-end fashion and high-end football collide.

Guardiola has long been one of the most fashionable managers out there and his sensibilities have matured over the years to a point of pristine quiet luxury.

Gone are the ice-white trainers of old, replaced by chunky black derby shoes. Gone, too, is the bulky grey coat-cardigan hybrid, made by Italian brand Herno, that became his calling card a few seasons ago — although Guardiola is still partial to the odd piece of cosy, statement knitwear.

Once keen on Stone Island — although he sometimes removed the brand’s signature arm tag — the Manchester City manager is now more likely to be seen sporting CP Company, which is handy given the Italian luxury brand is set to become his club’s official Champions League clothing partner next season, replacing Dsquared2.

Erik ten Hag, Manchester United

Every Manchester United manager needs a big coat for when it rains at Old Trafford. This season has seen Ten Hag wearing a raincoat from Norwegian brand UBR. He appears to be a fan of UBR’s black Storm jacket, which retails at around €800 (£690; $860).

On matchdays when it isn’t raining, the Dutchman is fond of a black blazer from Spanish clothing company Adolfo Dominguez, pricing at around €300.

Recent weeks have seen him opt for a Paul Smith suit and cardigan combination — the English designer has been a club partner since 2008.

Despite these big names, you would be unlikely to say Ten Hag is a fan of luxury and designer clothing. The more sartorially minded might have spotted his suits had an off-the-rack look and seemed boxy around his lean shoulders. Ten Hag is most at home in a tracksuit but can dress up when the occasion calls for it.

Eddie Howe, Newcastle United

The most important factor in determining Howe’s pre-match attire? Well, that would be whatever Jason ‘Mad Dog’ Tindall, his Rottweiler-esque assistant coach, is wearing.

The Premier League has introduced a technical-area rule in an attempt to break up the perpetual Howe-Tindall pitchside axis, but to little avail.

They remain a tenacious touchline act, apparently attached at the hip and yet wearing suitably discernible outfits. If Tindall has gone for the black with green logo, then Howe will inevitably select the black with yellow logo. If their colour theme is consistent, one will opt for a hoodie and the other for a zippy top. Why they always dress differently, nobody seems to know.

And by outfits, we mean tracksuits, hoodies and training T-shirts. There is never a suit in sight unless there is respect to be paid to a deceased monarch pre-match, in which case it is hastily whipped off in the tunnel before kick-off anyway and the slack pants are restored. Comfort is essential when watching this Newcastle side, after all.

Nuno Espirito Santo, Nottingham Forest

Since his unveiling at the City Ground, Nuno has been unwaveringly consistent in his attire.

Blue Adidas tracksuit bottoms, blue Adidas training top or hoodie and, if it is cold, a blue Adidas puffer jacket. Nuno has, on occasion, gone crazy and gone for white Adidas trainers, but normally (you’ve guessed it) they are also blue.

As a head coach, Nuno is fiercely practical. He does not want to waste time with the peripheral duties of his job. He only wants to work with his players on the training ground. Anything else is a distraction. You suspect his choice of clothes represents function over form.

Chris Wilder, Sheffield United

During his first spell in charge at Bramall Lane, Wilder’s sartorial look was the very antithesis of his team. Where United played an innovative system featuring overlapping centre-backs that left the opposition unable to predict just where the next attack would be coming from, he stuck doggedly to sporting a gilet. Come rain, hail or shine, the ubiquitous garment was there.

So, when his second coming in the United dugout last December saw the 56-year-old sport a rather smart winter coat, suit pants and shoes so shiny the suspicion was he had been up all night polishing them, it didn’t quite feel right.

Thankfully, in time, the gilet returned, along with an array of club-branded sportswear to restore a degree of reassuring familiarity.

Ange Postecoglou, Tottenham Hotspur

Postecoglou began his time in north London by wearing a casual polo shirt. However, as summer gave way to autumn, he started to wear warmer clothes and settled on a suit and tie combination. Initially, this felt a little unnatural, but everyone has gradually grown used to it.

Postecoglou occasionally pairs the suit with trainers or the footwear known universally as ‘pundit shoes’, but generally, he wears smart black ones and has switched between a smarter coat and an official club sporty number.

The overall impression is of a man giving the minimum of fuss. It’s just who we are, mate.

David Moyes, West Ham United

Since returning to the helm in December 2019, Moyes has kept his choice of clothing on matchdays simple and traditional.

He often wears a dark grey West Ham-branded Umbro tracksuit, with Umbro trainers.

Sometimes, the occasion calls for a plain, dark jumper, but also, sometimes Moyes will wear a suit, pairing a powder blue shirt with a claret tie to leave few doubts over the club he’s managing.

There are a few quirks when it comes to the clothing chosen by one of the Premier League’s most experienced managers.

Gary O’Neil, Wolverhampton Wanderers

Let’s be honest, there was not much about Wolves last season that was interesting, but Julen Lopetegui’s fashion choices certainly added a bit of intrigue.

Of the 26 matches he spent on the touchline as Wolves boss — he was banished to the stands for his final game in charge at Arsenal — the Spaniard managed an exact split, 13 games each, between a tracksuit and stylish chinos-sweater combo.

Yet the success rate in chinos (seven wins, three draws and three defeats) was so much better than in his tracksuit (three wins, two draws and eight defeats). It is remarkable he did not have a ceremonial burning of the sportswear.

In comparison, his successor, O’Neil, has been boringly predictable in his black hoodie, black trousers, black trainers and occasional black anorak.

But then, the football this season has been watchable, so swings and roundabouts…

[pavedinashes-if]

Romantic Option - Your Boss 🖤

Dima Petrov, 1,83m / 6'0" - Dalia Petrov, 1,73m / 5'8"

Skin: Alabaster skin with a hint of cool undertone.

Body Type: Lean and slender figure with an air of refinement.

Face Shape: Strong cheekbones and a sharp jawline that emphasize a surprising elegance.

Eye Colour: Upturned shape with penetrating, intense steel-blue almost light gray eyes.

Lips: Their lips are delicate and with naturally graceful contours. Straight teeth with slightly longer canines.

Nose: A prominent, aquiline nose that adds character to their features

Hair: Black hair, neatly combed to the back, ending at the end of the lower neck, sometimes a strand falling into their face

Facial Hair: (M) clean shaven / (F) none

Clothing Style: Dominated by all-black attire. Tailored suits with sleek lines and a perfect fit exude sophistication. Sometiomes a crisp deep crimson red shirt and a silk tie / bow, their ensemle completed with some (M) polished black leather shoes / (F) slim, graceful high heels that embody elegance and sophistication. Crafted with meticulous attention to detail, they use fine materials like leather or satin.

Accessories: Ring on their pinky. Expensive yet unobtrusive premium quality watches and belts.

Skate Style: none

Other stuff: Several scars over their body, yet none on their face. A deep sultry voice and a raised eyebrow add to their commanding presence.

(Images follow soon)

[darklovecat]

Love your style. What are your staple pieces?

I strive to achieve a delicate balance between elegance, femininity, and classic simplicity.

I am drawn to a minimalist, timeless wardrobe, and I find that incorporating just a few carefully chosen pieces can create a look that is both sophisticated and understated. My ultimate goal is to exude an air of effortless charm while remaining true to my personal style preferences and values. I aim to create outfits that are modest yet stylish, and that convey a certain girlishness without sacrificing sophistication or maturity. By focusing on timeless, elegant pieces and creating a cohesive, minimalist wardrobe, I feel that I am able to achieve this balance in my personal style, and this way I always feel like my best self when I step out the door. Here are just a few staple pieces in my wardrobe:

Leotards.

A classic and versatile pieces that will always have a place in my wardrobe. I personally love wearing them both as a top or a base layer, depending on the occasion and the outfit I'm going for. When it comes to choosing the perfect leotard for me, I gravitate towards a simple, elegant style in neutral colors, as I find this makes it easy to dress it up or down as needed. The well-fitted nature of the leotard is one of the things that draws me to it - I think there's something undeniably chic and flattering about the way a well-cut leotard hugs my body and accentuates my slimness. To that end, I always make sure to opt for designs that feature sharp, defined lines, as I find this adds an extra dimension of sophistication and polish to my overall look. There's just something about the way that these details create clean, crisp contours that really speaks to my personal sense of style.

Wrap tops.

An absolute essential! I own them in a variety of colors, lengths, and styles, because I just love how it enhances my outfits with a touch of femininity. Whether it's a cropped version or a longer one, I always make sure to look for a top that ties at the waist, because I find it creates a flattering silhouette that suits my style and my body type. Whether I'm going for a casual or a more dressed-up style, they always seems to hit the mark for me. Whether I'm pairing one with a skirt and sneakers for a comfortable daytime look, or dressing it up with a chic skirt and heels for a night out, I always feel confident and put-together when I'm wearing a waist-tie top. And perhaps best of all, I find that the waist-tie design creates a flattering silhouette for my body type - the way that the fabric cinches in at the smallest part of my waist, and then flares out slightly, really emphasizes my curves in a way that I love. All in all, these tops are an absolute must-have for me, and I can't imagine my wardrobe without them.

 

Maxi skirts.

Maxi skirts are one of my absolute favorite wardrobe staples because they are so versatile and can be dressed up or down. Whether I'm going for a casual, everyday look or a more formal, classic style, a well-chosen maxi skirt always makes a statement. I wear them to class, work, social outings, shopping trips and they always work for me. I love the way that a maxi skirt can be worn with a simple shirt for a relaxed, daytime look, or dressed up with a blouse and heels for a more sophisticated appearance. There are so many options in terms of length, color, and texture, there is truly a maxi skirt out there for every occasion, and I love experimenting with different combinations to see what works best for me. Whether I'm running errands or attending a special event, a maxi skirt is always my go-to choice for chic, effortless style.

Ballet flats.

I have tons of ballet flats, mostly in darker colors and different fabrics, I absolutely love wearing them! I am not much of a sneakers girl unless the situation calls for it, they are just too casual for me and I'm not really a casual person so I avoid them, I don't like heels too much, they are not suitable for daily use so ballet flats are an absolute must for me, they look cute and they are comfortable if you choose them correctly and go for smooth, buttery leather with supportive soles. Mary Janes ballet flats are my thing this season, they are quite popular in fashion at the moment and I wear my silk Mary Jane flats as much as I can. Since my outfits consist of mainly very neutral, elegant and formalish pieces I feel like ballets flats make the most sense for me and I can walk 10k with no problem.

High-waisted pencil skirts.

For me, the pencil skirt is an absolute sine qua non in my wardrobe. Regardless of the occasion or season, a well-chosen pencil skirt never fails to make me feel polished, elegant, and put-together. I have a few favorite pencil skirts that I love in rotation, with different cuts, colors, and lengths, but they all have one thing in common: they fit like a glove. For me, the key to a successful pencil skirt outfit is to keep it simple and streamlined - I tend to pair mine with a fitted shirt in a matching or contrasting color, which creates a sleek look that really flatters my figure. I find that finishing off the outfit with some nice jewelry, a beautiful bag, and a perfectly steamed chiffon hijab, really elevates the overall effect and adds an extra touch of sophistication. With a pencil-skirt-and-shirt combo in my arsenal, I always feel confident and ready to take on whatever the day may bring.

Simple dress.

A simple dress is a true wardrobe essential for me, and I always make sure to have a few in rotation at all times. Whether I'm in a rush and need to throw something on quickly, or I want to create a polished, put-together look, a simple dress in a solid color like black, white, or grey is always my go-to choice. I love how versatile these dresses are - they can be combined with virtually any other color or accessory. When I'm short on time, I just throw on one of these dresses and I'm good to go, knowing that I look chic and stylish without having to put in too much thought or effort. But even when I have more time to plan an outfit, a simple dress always remains a favorite choice - I can experiment with different shoes, jewelry, and bags to create a look that is tailored to my mood and the occasion.

Cat.

[racfoam]

Funny fact. The first time I watched OOTP (I was a wittle kid and I was pretty oblivious) when Voldy showed up at the station I was so confused. Also, pretty sure my heart dropped because my kid-self thought he was actually there which would make sense why Harry was panicking. It took me years — no I'm not kidding, I googled this shit ‘why does Voldemort appear at King's Cross is it real’— to figure out Harry was DREAMING IT.

So! 😄 Here is a crack version of that scene of nynn. I say crack because it won't be how it happens in nynn but I want to give Harry a heart attack 😁

Enjoy my dumbassery. AKA Voldemort actually does appear at King's Cross in his fancy suit but everyone except Harry sees his face as a normal man and only Harry sees actually Voldemort.

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The trunks were trundling along. The steam of the hooting train drifted in the air. Parents were hugging their children. Friends were reuniting after an entire summer away. First years who were finding their soulmates released squeals of joy.

“It’s you!" a boy said happily, in the same time as a girl, and they embraced each other as though they’ve known each other their entire lives.

“Mum, dad, I met him! I met my soulmate!”

Minefield, just like always.

Harry ignored the painful ache inside her chest and walked on. Snuffles was circling around the station. It looked aimless to any bystander, but in fact, he was keeping an eye (and a nose) out for any enemies that may be approaching the small area Harry and her friends were in.

Right now, the black, bear-like sized dog was letting himself be snuggled by a bunch of first years on the other side of the station, tail wagging happily at the attention and all the little hands petting his fur.

“He's so fluffy!” a small girl said in awe. She didn't appear to be eleven years old, more closer to nine years old. Most likely, she was seeing an older sibling off.

A fond smile formed on Harry's face as she watched Snuffles lean his head down for a small four-year-old boy to pat him on the head with his tiny hand, murmuring, “Good doggy.”

Snuffles was just a great big cuddlebug.

Harry moved out of the way of a couple escorting their son to one of the train entrances, who rushed past Harry, a grin on his young face.

Harry continued walking down the station. She still had time until the train left. The mist was a bit thicker, bit it was slowly dissolving. There was an outline of a tall man in the mist. The voices of the crowd grew muffled, far away. They sounded like echoes from far away.

Hisses, sibilant and coaxing, reached and echoed softly inside of Harry's ears. They were coming further down. It sounded like they were calling to her...

The mist dissolved, and Harry stopped breathing, breath catching between a surprised gasp and a terrified scream.

Fifteen feet away from Harry, dressed in a sophisticated black-tie suit fitting his slim, tall frame, skeletal, with cat-like eyes as red as blood...

Lord Voldemort stood on the platform. tilted his head, snake-like, staring straight into Harry’s soul.

The moment they made eye contact across the distance, Harry’s breaths came out rapid and uncontrolled, slipping past her lips in a panic, squeezing down upon her lungs like a heavy boulder.

Surely, he could not be real. How could he be real? Surely, he was a figment of Harry’s paranoid, crazy imagination.

Then, Voldemort moved, and the world collapsed, growing deadly silent. His shadow moved with lethal grace, trailing after him in the reflection cast by the light of day.

A part of Harry’s brain screamed at her to run. Run where? Run how? With legs that have turned into a block of solid ice, pasting Harry flat to the pavenent of the platform, there was little possibility for running.

Forget running.

Harry was hyperventilating, staring at the white, serpentine face growing closer and closer. The only thing Harry could move were her eyes.

There were sounds behind her. The Higwarts Express was hooting. The warm steam caressed across the side of her cheek, rising the temperature of the first day of September.

Did people not see him? Did they not know how he looked like? Why wasn’t anyone screaming? Why wasn’t anyone running?

“It is a cloaking spell,” said Voldemort, his cold, high voice making Harry jump in place; she started trembling. “Very similar in context to passing by people and not remembering their faces. It’s a very useful spell to go unnoticed in a crowd.”

Voldemort looked striking, dressed like this. Almost normal. Almost human. Almost like someone Harry would allow to take her by the hand and bid her goodbye with a kiss on the cheek before gesturing her into the train with a promise to write every week.

A faint scent of cologne reached her senses. It was fresh; it smelled of the sea, and it was sharp like a strong gust of wind.

Or maybe thst’s just how Voldemort smells like. Of sea and cold winds.

Harry tried to focus, but she couldn’t. Not when Voldemort was dressed like that. He put Uncle Vernon to shame.

Voldemort stopped, only a feet apart.

“Oi, Harry!”

Voldemort stepped back from Harry, and she breathed again.

It was Fred and George. A wave of relief swept over Harry at the sight of them.

They must be seeing Voldemort differently than how Harry is seeing him.

“Don’t get too close, sir,” teased Fred, and Harry wanted to tell him he was an idiot, that he was going to get himself killed.

“Yeah, You-Know-Who might find out how close you got to Harry and get jealous.” added George dramatically, grin broadening.

Voldemort, however, smiled back, like he thought it was funny.

He's right here! Harry wanted to scream. Can't you see him?!

Harry turned beetroot, flushing from her chest and straight up to her forehead. Her cheeks and ears were on fire.

Turning her head over her shoulder to the twins, Harry mouthed to them, “I am going to kill you.” in a wordless whisper.

Fred and George grinned and winked at her. “You welcome, You-Know-Who's-Number-One-Target. C’mon, we’re boarding.”

With winks to Harry, who glared at them a glare deadlier than a basilisk’s, they strutted back to the top of the station.

Harry moved to follow them, keeping her narrowed eyes on Voldemort in case he tried something.

“Goodbye, Harriet,” said Voldemort softly.

It took Harry by surprise. She stopped retreating, and stared at Voldemort.

“Bye,” croaked Harry in a gasp of a breath, and ran after Fred and George.

[dyxtd21]

Malachite aesthetic moodboard!!

Malachite:

Appearance: Malachite exudes an aura of authority and creativity, his unique green coloration and malachite patterns giving him an unmistakable presence.

Body Coloration: His entire body is a rich green adorned with the swirling patterns characteristic of malachite, giving him a striking and sophisticated look.

Hair: His hair is a deep green, slicked back in a classic noir-inspired style, adding to his refined and somewhat mysterious appearance.

Eyes: His eyes are a vibrant green, intense and often shadowed with a hint of exhaustion, reflecting his constant battle with depression and fatigue.

Gemstone: The drop-cut gemstone on his right shoulder gleams with a deep green hue, symbolizing his creativity and the weight of his responsibilities.

Attire: Malachite’s attire is heavily influenced by classic noir films, embodying a sense of timeless style and meticulous attention to detail.

Suit: He wears a tailored green suit with the intricate patterns of malachite, the jacket featuring wide lapels and a fitted waist. The suit is always impeccably pressed, reflecting his strict and disciplined nature.

Shirt and Tie: Underneath his suit jacket, he dons a crisp light green shirt paired with a dark green tie, adding a touch of elegance to his ensemble.

Trousers: His trousers are slim-fit, matching the green hue and malachite patterns of his suit jacket, completing his polished look.

Shoes: He wears dark green solid Oxfords, meticulously shined to perfection, adding a classic touch to his attire.

Accessories: Malachite carries a vintage pocket watch, a nod to his strict adherence to schedules and timelines.

Personality: Malachite’s personality is as complex as the patterns on his skin, characterized by a mix of creativity, strictness, and underlying sadness.

Depressed: Beneath his polished exterior, Malachite battles with deep-seated depression, often feeling overwhelmed by the pressures of his career and the weight of his responsibilities.

Exhausted: His tireless dedication to his craft leaves him perpetually exhausted, yet he continues to push forward, driven by his stubborn determination to succeed.

Stubborn: Malachite is incredibly stubborn, refusing to compromise on his vision and demanding the highest standards from those around him.

Strict: As a director and talent manager, he is known for his strictness, maintaining tight control over his projects and expecting unwavering discipline from his team.

Creative: Despite his strict and sometimes harsh demeanor, Malachite possesses a deep well of creativity, constantly striving to create groundbreaking films and discover new talent.

Quirks:

Perfectionist: Malachite’s perfectionism drives him to meticulously oversee every detail of his projects, often leading to clashes with others who don’t share his exacting standards.

Vintage Film Enthusiast: He has a deep appreciation for classic noir films, often drawing inspiration from them in his own work and incorporating their aesthetic into his personal style.

Solitary: Preferring solitude, Malachite often retreats to his private office or film studio to work alone, finding solace in his creative pursuits.

Mentor: Despite his strict nature, he takes pride in mentoring young talent, pushing them to reach their full potential and guiding them through the cutthroat world of the film industry.

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The sound of an obnoxiously catchy jingle jolted Akechi from his sleep. Grumbling, he sat up, rubbed his eyes, and scowled at Yu, who watched the TV from the couch with his chin resting in his hands. Some strange man in a suit appeared on the screen, with a broad nose and an orange, striped tie. He spoke with an undeniable charisma you'd expect from a telemarketer, and Akechi could've sworn he'd seen that man's face before…

"This is Tanaka's Amazing Commodities, the mail order television program, being broadcasted live to you! We guarantee your purchase will meet your satisfaction for a fair market price! Now, let's introduce the products that will be on sale for the next three days!"

Then came more of that jingle… which Yu sang along to. "Granter of your desires!"

Akechi stared flatly at Yu. "Infomercials? Really?" Tanaka droned on and on about Adios Shoes in the background, and Yu simply shrugged and bobbed along to the jingle.

"You never know. Could come in handy in the TV world."

"Or you could get suckered into buying low-budget garbage."

Tanaka's solicitation cut through the conversation. "...But wait, there's more! I'll add two Slimming Foods to the Adios Shoes! All this for only 5,980 yen! We've got another fantastic product on sale today! One Medical Kit! It's very helpful in emergencies! What can I do to sweeten this pot for you? Ooh, I know! For this one, I'll add four Medicines to your Medical Kit for 2,980 yen!"

Akechi scoffed. The Medical Kits could be useful, he supposed, and… damn it. Yu was already dialing up the number. "Well, it is your money. I take it you're going for the shoes?"

"Yep. Some new kicks might help Chie kick ass in the next dungeon."

Rolling his eyes, Akechi grabbed a calculator off his desk. He punched in the individual costs of the Medicines and Medical Kits, and… hm. It was cheaper than buying them individually. So, once Yu finished his call, Akechi dialed up the number and placed the order for a Medical Kit package. Once that was out of the way, he flipped his phone shut.

"Well then. Have you any big plans for the day?"

"Yep, but they're top secret." Yu sauntered over to the dresser, digging out a black jacket, matching black jeans, and an undershirt.

Akechi followed suit, fetching his green sweater vest, white shirt, black slacks, and almond blazer for a sophisticated Sunday fit. "And just when we've come so far…" He smirked all the same. "Then again, another mystery is tempting to pursue."

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-- Akechi's birthday rapidly approaches... but also many shenanigans afoot! This chapter had a lot more in it than I remembered. Hope you enjoy!

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Ball Gown: This style features a fitted bodice and a full, voluminous skirt, often used for formal events such as balls and galas. It exudes a fairy-tale-like elegance.

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Victorian Era: This period saw the introduction of crinolines and bustles, giving gowns a distinctive shape. Corsets were used to achieve a narrow waist.

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Proms: High school proms are traditional events where young women wear formal gowns, often choosing styles that reflect current fashion trends.

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