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hozierandco · 9 months

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Callum Turner x Reader - The match-maker (Pt. 2)

AN: Second part to a fic I published yesterday in which Callum Turner and Reader meet through Austin Butler, a friend they have in common. Requested.

If you have any requests, feel free to send them to me xx

TW: none. Kinda fluffy, no smut.

If you're interested in pt. 3, lmk. Ok, byeee

Arriving in New York was a surreal experience for Y/N and she was glad to be met by Austin and Kaia. The two of them looked like lovebirds and it would have made Y/N sick with sentimentality if it had been anyone else than them. She was longing for a healthy and stable relationship and was only glad her best friend had found the one.

Y/N knew she had one shot of making things right and that she was not allowed any mistake during the Gala. Not only for her career but also for her friend’s reputation if she failed him. Austin knew that Y/N was capable of great things and only had to trust herself. If anything, the Gala was her baptism by fire and a great way to give his friend the confidence she had lost in herself.

Plus, he knew that she was about to meet Callum and was beyond thrilled to see them together. He was certain it would be a match.

“Alright, I need to prepare myself for the big day tomorrow”, Y/N declared after having spent most of the day in the city with Austin and Kaia. Together, they had been to the Guggenheim, Central Park and the Brooklyn Museum. It had been an exhausting but satisfying day and Y/N was now more ready than ever to craft her portfolio.

She woke up the next day wishing she could have slept longer but since it was Met Gala day, lots of things were to be done before the evening would arrive. Thank God, Austin had thought everything through to make her the most comfortable possible and had secured a spot for her in the first rows of the red carpet. She could then afford to arrive later at the Metropolitan Museum.

She fixed her many cameras, making sure she had battery and film rolls tidied up nice and clean in her bag when Austin texted her.

Her phone showed her what the guy she had saved as Orange County Boy in her contacts had to say:

7:21 am - “Ready 4 tonite?”

Him too had woken up early to get ready.

7:21 am - “Readier than everrrr. What about you two?”

7:24 am - “You bet we r! Kaia and I r having a party afterwards. You should come”

By sending that, Austin prayed everything he could pray on that she would accept as Callum had already let him know that he would join in.

7:32 am - “Yeah, sounds good. If I’m not dead with exhaustion or fangirling by then”

7:34 am - “Haha, even half-dead, you better get there!”

Once she had everything she needed sorted out, Y/N exited her Airbnb on the 11th Street to get some breakfast. In a few hours time, she was going to see all the celebrities she had dreamt of seeing. There would be Anna Wintour of course but she was mostly daydreaming of taking pictures of Jessica Chastain, Blake Lively and Alicia Keys. The fact that she would be first row was a golden opportunity.

By 2 pm, Y/N headed to the Metropolitan Museum and found her spot. She was escorted by people who were talking and acting as though she was the new Annie Leibovitz. Was it her Givenchy dress that she had borrowed from Kaia or her self-assured walk that gave the impression that she was famous? She could not have said but it sure felt good.

And then, in what seemed like the blink of an eye (though that was a couple hours in fact), the first people grazed the carpet. People from Vogue at first, and then a handful of random models before the A-list made their way.

Y/N noticed Vanessa Hudgens that she had known very well a few years back but had grown distant since. Vanessa reached out for her and greeted her amicably as she recognised her in the cloud of photographers which made a huge impression amongst Y/N’s peers.

When Austin and Kaia entered the scene, Y/N was beyond excited and could not stop taking pictures of them. The night followed that way and soon enough, all of her cameras were full. The batteries could not take any more picture which coincided with the end of the night.

The photographers were asked to leave and Y/N thought of getting a drink somewhere with some other photographers she had met while waiting for Austin and Kaia’s party to begin.

“Girl, you were on fire tonight!”, a 30-ish year-old woman told her as the photographers started debriefing about the evening and voting for the best-dressed celebrity.

“Yeah, who are you even working for?”, another guy around 25 asked.

“Uh, well, no one in fact. I’m trying to make my way up”

“And you got into the Met Gala? Damn, that’s impressive”

Y/N had made her promise to herself never to mention her friendship with Austin as a safety net towards her friend and because she did not wish to be known as the “friend of”. So she decided not to reply.

It was fun to be surrounded by peers who had so many anecdotes to tell about working in the industry. Y/N surprised herself laughing along with them and she made up her mind that Blake Lively was the best-dressed when she noticed it was 11:18 pm which meant the party had started about 20 minutes ago at Loeb Boathouse, a restaurant in Central Park that Austin and Kaia had privatised.

Y/N called it quits on the photographers and walked her way to the restaurant. She instantly regretted choosing the Givenchy dress Kaia suggested for her. Straight from the Spring collection of 2018, it was a long black dress with a wide collar and a bow in the back. It was absolutely magnificent but not the most practical thing to be wearing, especially at night and in a gigantic park.

She arrived by 11:30 at the party, much to Austin’s relief that was wearing a tuxedo and a large grin on his face, far too happy to be hosting both a party and a surprise for his best friend. She greeted him and his girl for the second time of the evening and was shown to a table where food had just been served.

Coming back from the bar, Callum was trying to find an available seat when Austin reached out for him and indicated where he could sit. Right next to Y/N. He noticed a beautiful woman he thought he had seen somewhere before. He had to know more about her.

She was looking like a Celtic goddess, he thought with her hair descending and shimmering as the light crashed on it. With her classy black dress, he could only presume she was a celebrity too and he then tried to force his memory to remember a name, to no avail. The woman seated next to her was so splendid in fact that, though he was craving to talk to her, he felt himself blushing like a schoolboy. Being an actor and not knowing your pick-up line, you could not make it up!

Y/N made space for the man sitting next to her, recognising him in the blink of an eye to be Austin’s friend and colleague he had talked so much about. Though she never truly listened to Austin’s attempts to set the two up together, she was much obliged to admit that he might have been right to even try match-making.

Callum Turner was indeed a very elegant man besides being good-looking. His aquamarine eyes had something of a malicious air which made her imagine him to be a kind soul and considering he had become a good friend to Austin, he must have been this kind-hearted being. She felt immediately some comfort in his company, which she had not felt in ages while surrounded by men.

She did not feel intimidated by his 6’1 stature nor his assured walk as they were balanced by a gentle and wide smile on his face. She dared starting a conversation as she could catch a glimpse of him eyeing her.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. You must be Callum, right?”

“Hi, that’s right! So nice to meet you. You were in a film, weren’t you?”

Y/N chuckled at the idea of being an actress and even more so of giving the impression of being one. “Oh no, I would be a terrible actress. I’m a photographer and also a childhood friend to Austin”

Callum laughed along at the confusion “Gosh, I’m sorry. It’s just the dress and you look, well, drop dead gorgeous” And the blush appeared back on his cheeks and was soon followed by the same tint on Y/N’s. After having said that, he realised who she was and why she was so familiar. Austin had talked about her earlier and had even shown some pictures of them at prom and other moments of their early adulthood.

She was even more of a beauty than what the photographs made it to be, he thought.

“You’re not bad-looking yourself”, Y/N commented after a few seconds.

From afar, Austin looked at the two introducing themselves, knowing the deal was closed.

“So, tell me, what drove you to photography?”, Callum inquired while not being able to take his eyes off Y/N.

“I guess I’ve always wanted to show another version of nature and people than what could be seen in magazines. Having someone pose for you or waiting for a certain light to come up in a forest does not interest me. I want to capture what makes a person different from another or why a certain setting is going to move you or not. Well, tonight was a little different than usual but it was fun somehow”

“You took pictures tonight? What photographs did you -”, Callum stopped mid-sentence, connecting the dots between the after-party he was a part of and Y/N’s activity and had to ask as Y/N seemed to nod at him “No way! You were on the red carpet?”

Y/N nodded once more, still not down from the experience she had gone through that evening.

“Wow, that’s amazing! Congrats on that! How was the whole thing?”

“Exhausting”, Y/N admitted, which Callum could only relate to. Himself was not the biggest fan of red carpets, nor after-parties. But at this instant, he did not regret attending Austin and Kaia’s get-together and laughed along with her. How long had it been since he had not laughed and had genuine fun with a woman?

“But I guess you’ve got plenty of things to say about red carpets for yourself”, Y/N hinted. She loved his London accent which was music to her ears and her laugh was the purest thing she had heard in a while.

“Tell me about it! I’m a real mess when it comes to those. There was this one time I nearly tripped on Judi Dench at the Bafta ceremony. I was running late which is something I’m really good at. So I’m running for my life to get on that carpet, right. Well, I saw the cameras and all but I did not see Dame Judi Dench and I just lowkey rushed into her as she was getting in the theatre”

“Stop, you mean you had a pile-up with M from the James Bond films? How did she even react?”

“She was the nicest about it. Mind you, I was 24. It was one of my very first award shows. I think she just noticed just how silly I had been to even try running on a carpet. I was unable to stop apologising to her but she was an angel”

After having discussed for over 30 minutes, interrupted here and there by the dishes served, the guests were taken to another room without tables and with enough space to dance the night away.

A playlist made of Taylor Swift, Marina and KC and the Sunshine band started blasting in the room, soon enough filling it with dancing actors and singers. Callum suggested Y/N and he could enjoy the tunes too. He took her hand and the two of them got to dancing.

With the light emanating from the stroboscopes, Y/N was a shooting star. Her black dress twirled so nicely as she moved her body to the rhythm given. Callum could not stop looking at her while dancing along.

Callum had this look of having done that all his life. He moved so lightly on the floor, with a composed pace and glistening eyes.

“You look amazing when you dance”, Y/N whispered in Callum’s ear as the song ended, morphing into a new song.

“And you look amazing overall”, Callum replied. “You’re so beautiful I think I could kiss you right now”

Of course, it was mostly the alcohol speaking as Callum said that and he instantly regretted having said that outloud. As he was wishing she had not heard what he had just said, he felt a warmth on his lips. The warmth was a soft kiss placed with all the tenderness in the world.

After the shared kiss, the two of them went back to their dancing but this time, they got closer. Y/N’s sensual moves rushed Callum to grasp her waist and joining in, echoing her moves with his hands on her wiggling body. With the soft fabric of her dress under his hands, Callum felt like kissing her once more and in her ears said “I really want to kiss you right now, would that be okay?”

“Callum, we’ve just made out in front of everyone. Of course, I’m okay with that”

More kisses added up to the list and the song ended once more. “Let’s go somewhere more quiet”, Y/N suggested and the two of them got back to the first room where they had met.

In that room, Callum was all hands on Y/N, not being able to resist the tension anymore. “Would you like to see the pictures I took back to my place?”, Y/N questioned, feeling like the end of the night could well go somewhere unplanned but nice.

#callum turner x reader #callum turner #fluff #fanfic #austin butler as side character #met gala 2022 #parallel universe #fiction

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arrthurpendragon · 2 years

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Chapter Update! 10/16/22

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Chapter 2:

The Story of How I Died

. . . Almost

word count: 3.2k

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Percy and I trudged up the steps outside the Metropolitan Museum of Art to our doom.

Something wasn't sitting quite right with me. Things just felt off. Of course, I probably should have recognized that when my math teacher seemed to disappear from where I last saw her before suddenly appearing further inside the museum. C'mon, Lia! But I told myself that it was just my mind playing tricks on me. And I pushed it from my mind because I didn't want a first class ticket to the looney bin.

So, I rationalized that Mrs. Dodds must have been standing inside the entrance hall the entire time. It was only later that I realized that there was no way I could have seen her inside the entrance hall from where I stood near the fountain. But when you're trying to convince yourself that you're not crazy, you'll believe almost anything.

KEEP READING AT WATTPAD

OC Fam Tag: @akabluekat • @noratilney • @misshiraeth98 • @the12thnightproject • @yelenabolevas • @darkwolf76 • @mimikoflamemaker • @bobfloydsbabe • @asirensrage • @getawaycardotmp3 • @juliaswickcrs • @heirsoflilith • @theawesomeloner • @sentineljedi • @phoenix-rising29 • @jvstjewels• @bravelittleflower • @joaquinwhorres • @nixdragon • @rennys-new-life • @hoqwaarts • @heathersocs • @letthestarssing • @ocappreciationtag • @zeleniafic • @booty-boggins • @kingsmakers • @eddysocs • @chickensarentcheap • @amixedwitch • @alexandra-scribbles • @iron-parkr • @wokenhardies • @witchofinterest • @wordspin-shares • @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers • @starcrossedjedis • @heresthefanfiction • @bluebell-winter • @foxesandmagic • @misskatiewrites • @twofacedharveydent • @neet0 • @fanficanatic-tw • @darknightfrombeyond • @drbobbimorse • @trash0saurus • @villain-connoisseur • @sunlitscribe • @ruvaakke • @starryeyes2000 • @bardic-tales • @oneirataxia-girl • @maddies-buckley • @that-demigirl • @water-writings

#ocappreciation #oc: ophelia jackson #fic: from the edge of the deep green sea #fd: percy jackson #chapter update

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exclusivenyc · 1 year

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We just spotted NIKITA AVETISYAN ( ANGELA SARAFYAN ) hopping off a plane in the City that Never Sleeps! Make sure to send in your account within 24 hours and read our NEW MEMBER CHECKLIST before getting settled. Can you make it in the Big Apple?

Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but [ NIKITA AVETISYAN ], a [ 39 ] year-old [ CIS FEMALE ] has lived in [ GRYMES HILL, STATEN ISLAND ] for [ TWENTY THREE YEARS ]. This is the city of dreams and [ SHE/HER ] knows it, because they came to NYC to be an [ CURATOR at the METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART ]. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [ ANGELA SARAFYAN ]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it!

tw arranged marriage and mysogyny

HEADCANONS: #1 : practiced ballet since she was a child and almost became a prima before an injury abruptly put an end to her budding career. / #2: was forced to marry a man much older than her by her parents as a pawn for their ambitions. / #3: she dutifully performs the role of wife and mother… like how she was taught to and uses her career to escape much of her internal issues.

(rei, 28, est, she/her)

#oc rp #city rp #plotless rp #appless rp #tumblr rp #skeleton rp #lsrp #lsrpg #enyc.accepted #me putting the names backwards the first time sdjhsdj #this is why i should not multitask lmfao

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capricorn-0mnikorn · 2 years

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I first saw these tapestries, at the Met, when I was six years old, and small for my age. They’re each about 12 feet (4 meters) tall. So they made an impression just as strong the first time I saw a real T-Rex fossil skeleton up close (at another museum).

They’re also the reason I’ve always seen unicorns as very grounded, animal, animals -- no glittery ponies with horns, and no sweet-smelling, rainbow poop, either.

My favorite tapestry is the Unicorn at the Fountain (The second of seven as the museum curators ordered them), but you only ever see the Captive Unicorn reproduced in the museum gift shop.

~10 minute long review, with proper closed captions in English. Content warning for depictions of eye contact and hunting and animal death scenes.

#unicorn tapestries #Metropolitan Museum of Art #Gore TW #hunting TW #15h-16th Century art #Christian symbolism #YouTube Video (closed captioned in English)

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raymondebidochonlifechoices · 3 years

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MetLiveArts. Digital premiere - They will take my island. 27/1/2021

A short film by filmmaker Atom Egoyan (The sweat hereafter) and composer Mary Kouyoumdjian, on the paintings The artist and his mother and They will take my island by Arshile Gorky, commissioned and produced by the Metropolitan Museum of Arts’ Department of Live Arts.

Gorky was an Armenian American abstract painter, who survived the Armenian genocide and immigrated to America, where he worked as an artist, becoming a central figure of the New York art scene of the 20s, 30s and 40s. He took his own life at the age of 44 after battling with cancer. Despite the heavy material, this is a beautiful short film about art, identity, immigration, and overcoming adversity. The film is definitely worth seeing and the artist definitely worth googling if you’re not familiar with his work. I’ve put some trigger warnings in the hashtags, because not everybody is in the right headspace to hear/read about death.

https://www.metmuseum.org/events/programs/met-live-arts/fy21-they-will-take-my-island?&eid=A001_%7B49111313-94C6-469B-A772-0153EFE29999%7D_20201222134038&fbclid=IwAR2f6x6ksFeRPTH-gXddO7tA1-7mZ7B9iyOdxsDMREamd0yyF5INX2QlF1Y

I’m not sure how well links work on tumblr, so in case this doesn’t, you can also find the streaming link on the homepage of the Met.

#Arshile Gorky #tw: genocide #tw: suidice #Metropolitan Museum of Art #Atom Egoyan

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hannibalandart · 6 years

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La Femme au Perroquet, or Woman with a Parrot (1866) - Gustave Courbet - Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, USA

#hannibal #gustave courbet #hannibal art #1860s #metropolitan museum of art #new york #i'm just a fan of courbet sorry #parrot #tw corpse

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lionofchaeronea · 6 years

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Death of a Roman Matron, Bartolomeo Pinelli (1781-1835)

#art #art history #Bartolomeo Pinelli #drawing #Neoclassicism #Neoclassical art #historical painting #ancient history #Ancient Rome #Italian art #19th century art #Metropolitan Museum of Art #death tw #suicide tw

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bridgeportbritt · 3 years

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Metropolitan Arts Museum | Sage, SimDonia

??: Must you go? I was hoping we could have a dance.

??: Yes, unfortunately, I must attend to some business. I wish more than ever that I could stay.

Lillian: I promise I can make it worth your while. I’m sorry you had to witness what happened with my brother.

Alvin: It’s alright, Lil. I just want you to be okay.... and for you to finally tell him about us.

Lillian sighs: Is it so wrong to want to keep our little bubble of just us?

Alvin: Of course not. But, it would’ve been nice to have that dance.

Lillian: Next time?

Alvin: Of course. I’ll see you soon.

Lillian: Goodbye.

Lillian to herself: Ugh. Now, how do I make nice with Jamesy again? Maybe I should send him a fruit basket?

{TW: Knife Visible. Read at Your Own Risk.}

#simdonia #chap 7 #DianasWedding #sims of color #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 #royal sims #royal simblr #tw knife #knife tw #and that's the end! of the wedding lol #for now #let's see where we go from here #sim: alvin #sim: lillian #sim: alex

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emotionallycompromisedrobots · 4 years

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Now that I’ve gone ahead and connected my AO3 and Tumblr accounts I guess I could post links to my other TOG fics. Self-promotion is hard but I hope you like these?? I am always open to feedback because feedback is emotional labor and it is a gift, not an insult.

General Audiences

From the Mixed-Up Files of Ms. Nile E. Freeman, 3k words

The team use the Metropolitan Museum of Art as a safehouse. Inspired by the book From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E. L. Konigsburg.

Twenty-Five Liters of Blood, 700 words

A little scene of Booker coming back before his banishment is up, and how Joe and Nicky react. Joe finds it easier to forgive than Nicky does.

Teen and Up (Canon-Typical Violence)

The Babies of the Team, 700 words

In the early 1200s, Nicky and Joe are still the babies of the team. TW for temporary character death, choking and blood.

Explicit (Sexual Content)

Too much, too much, too much, is never enough, 2.7k words

A sex scene within a sex scene in which Joe and Nicky both get ahead of themselves and communicate with each other.

on the battleground between hearts and glances I am slain, 3.2k words

Joe x Nicky feat. comfort sex after the ordeals of Merrick’s lab. Joe is still processing the trauma and Nicky takes care of him.

#the old guard #the old guard fanfiction #my fanfiction #joe x nicky #kaysanova #immortal husbands #i really vibe with characters who express righteous anger #destigmatize righteous anger!#but i also want to do right by Joe and I know that as a white non-muslim i have blind spots

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llttlelucia · 3 years

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HEY! IS THAT 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐄 OUT IN THE CRYSTAL WATER? NO, THAT’S JUST 𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑨 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑶, A 29/UNKNOWN YEAR OLD, 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙 WHO HAS BEEN ON THE ISLAND FOR TWO WEEKS. WORD AROUND TOWN IS THAT THEY ARE RUMOURED 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 WHILE ALIVE BUT WE’ll NEVER TRULY KNOW. DID THEY CHOOSE THE ISLAND? OR DID THE ISLAND CHOOSE THEM? ONLY TIME WILL TELL. / check out her pinterest board xx.

𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑖 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑

lucia valentina greco is her full god given name. she was born in papiano, italy, to human parents. she had two older sisters and a little brother. her grandmother lived with the family until her untimely (and somewhat expected) death when lucia was eleven years old.

when her grandmother, who suffered from terminal brain cancer, passed away after a lengthy time fighting it her family made the move to new york city where her father took a job at the metropolitan museum of art as a curator. her parents didn’t seem to notice the change that occurred in lucia and if they had, they blamed the move to another country for it.

DEATH TW / MURDER TW: but the truth is, lucia’s grandmother begged her to end her life. her grandmother could be considered an apothecarist these days and knew just what to do to make it appear as if she merely fell asleep and never woke up. because lucia followed her instructions and helped her grandmother consume it, she would be considered a murderer. the last thing she remembered her grandmother telling her was to keep it secret.

in new york, for the first few years, lucia was quiet and withdrawn. she suffered from nightmares and had a hard time making friends. despite this, her family would at least notice she was sweet to her�� little brother almost as if she had taken him under her wing. they were close and he was often the one who would get her to speak. she learned english better with his help than the teachers and tutors.

by the time she was sixteen, something in lucia had changed. her grades started improving and she began talking more. her parents thought it was an improvement but the truth is, outside of the family, she was lashing out with her words. she became manipulative, cold and lived in a facade. she might smile but a snake lay in wait ready to strike. it seemed, on the surface anyway, she was just a short bitch (she’s five foot three and she uses it her to her advantage).

DEATH TW / MURDER TW / SUICIDE MENTION TW: when she graduated high school she went on to become a nurse and eventually worked in a busy hospital with a low turn over rate. she worked the first few years of her career in the ER before she eventually became a hospice nurse. as most were close to death anyway it hadn’t mattered but those who were close and didn’t want to fade out in the worst ways, she gave them ways out of their pain and suffering. yes, she essentially killed them. most call it assisted suicides.

it wasn’t her that slipped up but one of her patients. when their family learned of this, they took it to the police who would in turn look at it -- but evidence wasn’t in their favor. they couldn’t figure out how she did it, or trace anything back to her, which caused one grieving family member to seek her out.

ASSAULT TW / BREAKING AND ENTERING TW / MURDER TW / GORE TW: they called her the angel of death, and as it was harder to find work and her name floated around in some circles, lucia ended up staying home and avoiding the knocks at her door. because she refused to speak to the grieving family member their rage consumed them and they broke into her home. whatever their plan had actually been was opposite of what happened. police found her beaten to a pulp in the hallway, having tried to escape his attack, and the only way to truly identify her body was through dna and fingerprinting as her teeth had been smashed.

you’d think that would be it yet sometime later, lucia rose from her grave as a ghoul who craved flesh. the face she wears now isn’t her own, though is close. as time went on she began to forget pieces of herself such as WHEN she died and what her little brother’s name was even though he was closest to her. her grandmother told her stories of god yet it seemed god had abandoned her.

two weeks ago she arrived at the island and maybe three to five minutes in, she met berwyn and decided to stick around with him. she doubts he understands her wishywashy attitude or what a ghoul even is but she’d kill anyone that decided to fuck with her lil ghost friend. (one main reason is that he reminds her of the brother she’s starting to forget.)

can be found daring people to drink, do dumb things, etc. usually at bars or wherever dangerous things are happening.

she’s pretty much bi-sexual and if she doesn’t want to beat you up, she might flirt.

#absentiaintro #murder tw #death tw #suicide mention tw #assault tw #breaking and entering tw #gore tw

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professeur-stump · 3 years

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1972. Talking Pictures: Camera Phone Conversations Between Artists, The Met, Mia Fineman (Mia Fineman, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Talking Pictures: Camera Phone Conversations Between Artists, 2017) (Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City)

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#Mia Fineman #Le Compost

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childrenofthegodsrp · 3 years

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NAME: Charlotte Cheng.

AGE: 35.

BIRTHDAY: March 13th, 1985.

PRONOUNS: She/Her.

GENDER: Cis woman.

BIRTHPLACE: Oxford, United Kingdom.

OCCUPATION: Researcher at The MET.

GODLY PARENT: Athena.

FACECLAIM: Gemma Chan.

BIOGRAPHY

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Charlotte and her father were two hands on one belly. Ever since she could remember they were close and there weren’t many moments where she missed her mother. Her father had told her that her mother was a very smart and beautiful woman who he had loved intensely. But that - even though she wanted it badly - she could not stay with them. Athena had left them when Charlotte was a year old, after her presence had been moments here and there. There were no memories with her mother and that has probably been a good thing for the kid.

When she was younger, Charlotte was very frustrated with the fact that she simply was unable to focus on things. She learned the best way to deal with her dyslexia but the focus point was something that she simply could not deal with. Something that was frustrating because the young girl knew that she understood the subjects, that she knew that learning the new things would be a lot easier than it already was. By the time that she was near the start of her secondary school in Oxford, her father told her the truth about her mother, the truth that her mother had given her father to tell her when the time was there.

To learn that Charlotte was the daughter of Athena was both a relief but also a big scare. It suddenly made sense why she had such interest in learning so much. It made sense why she always felt different from all the other children in her classes. But the biggest scare came because at the age of twelve, she was going to have to part with her father. She wasn’t going to Oxford University, something that she had been dreaming about ever since she had seen the buildings within the town where she was born.

Despite having to part from her father, her start at Camp Half Blood felt like coming home. She had found people that looked like her, that were like her, who understood her struggle with being different from the other kids surrounding her. Training was fun, finding ways to contain her weaknesses and to use her strengths to her fullest ability. The hand to hand combat with others was the most fun to her, simply because her strategic abilities gave her the power to quickly know what moves they were about to throw at her.

At the age of twenty, Charlotte felt like she was outgrowing the Camp, but where else was she supposed to go. It was then that the Battle of New York happened and together with the others at Camp she decided to protect the entrance to Olympus. Not just that, she needed to keep her family safe as well. Throughout the years she had visited her father and other relatives, the visits growing longer by the time she grew older. And if she could keep them safe by doing her part in the Battle, she would go for it. And luckily, she survived it.

The Battle of New York hadn’t been the end of her life, but neither one of the other monster attacks that would follow after. By the age of twenty-two, she just knew that she was too old for Camp, there was no way that returning was an option. So Charlotte returned to Oxford, to see her family once more and apply for Oxford University. She didn’t have any prior education but with being a daughter of Athena, getting into the University wasn’t a very hard task. She did two studies after one another (Greek Languages & Literature and Greek History), graduating with top grades. At the age of twenty-seven she got a job at the British Museum in London, where she started out as someone who would help out the visitors with questions at the Greek and Roman mythology section but she worked herself up to a researcher of artifacts.

After eight years of working at the British Museum in London, the senior manager at the same department in New York at the Metropolitan Museum of Arts requested for her availability in changing jobs. Charlotte agreed and after a difficult decision (having to leave her family behind), she left England behind for the States, moving to New York City where she had been eleven years ago for the Battle of New York. Back at the place that still woke her up in the middle of the night due to nightmares of what happened there. She’s been here for a few months now but Charlotte still needs to get used to the streets of New York City as they are now.

Played by: Myr.

#all.#f.#athena.#charlotte cheng.#gemma chan fc #ptsd tw

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esmereydghr · 4 years

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Look! It’s [ ESMEREY “ESME” DAGHER ]. They have been living in [ NORTH ] Kingsboro for [ THREE YEARS ]. They say the [ 23 ] year old can be [ CREATIVE ] but also [ WITHDRAWN ], but I just think [ SHE ] looks a lot like [ DILAN ÇIÇEK DENIZ ].

FAST FACTS:

NAME: Esmerey “Esme” Dagher

AGE: Twenty - three

DATE OF BIRTH: 21 Feb , Pisces

STATUS: Single

PRONOUNS: She/Her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual

JOB: Art restorer, Commission based artist, Freelancer

BACKGROUND (TW: STATUTORY RAPE, SUICIDE, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS):

you can find her full bio here

esme was extremely loved as a child. so much so that her father decided to show that love every night when her mother was asleep and his hand was on her mouth.

she’s gotten used to being silenced for so long that it became the norm, unable to speak without fear of being punished. she learned asl to better communicate but even then, she mostly used her whiteboard.

the only happy times she had was when her mother and sister would keep her days busy with art, teaching her how to draw, how to express herself on canvas.

and it went like that until the news broke that her father also raped her sister.

her mother took her life and it wasn’t long until her sister did too.

it only got worse with her father inviting his friends over for their own little fun time.

the only silver lining was meeting him ( name redacted ). he showed her all the only good things this world had to offer and she fell fast.

she got pregnant and there was a moment where she thought it was her father’s or his friends. ( it wasn’t )

redacted left her. said he wasn’t ready to be a father yet.

khai, along with his friends, saved her then and moved her out of nevada. they left their baby brother behind. the guilt still eats at her.

esme applied for a scholarship at mgh artem galleries and finished her art degree that she started back home at pratt’s.

she now works as an art restorer for the metropolitan museum of art. does commission work for the gallery. and freelances from time to time.

she lives in a decent sized apartment with her son.

PERSONALITY:

tries to find the good in people

tries to be happy all the time. she spent her whole life miserable. she’s not going to have that energy around her son.

a little naive. doesn’t know when she’s being taken advantage of, really.

HEADCANONS:

carries either a little sketchbook or a little whiteboard around

knows american sign language

rowan and khai’s happiness are her priority.

can only talk out with khai, roman, jaycee, and dorian.

#kingsboro.intro #esme * / about .

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presidentsclubkrp · 4 years

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Our crime tale begins with HUANG ZHIRUO, a THIRTY-ONE year old member of THE PRESIDENT’S CLUB. SHE works as their ART EXPERT, better known as the infamous ZHAO. JOIN THE HEIST?

PART ONE; the basics

Name: huang zhiruo

Alias: rue (for any english speaking people/contacts who continue to butcher her full name)

Code name: zhao

Faceclaim: ni ni (chinese actress)

Gender/Pronouns: she/her

Date of Birth: august 19th

Age: 31

Hometown: guangzhou, people’s republic of china

Occupation: forensic artist

Canon: the art expert

PART TWO; about

Biography ( tw: n/a!)

THE ANATOMY OF A FAKE // HOW TO FIND A FORGERY

1. ESTABLISH THE PROVENANCE…..find the chain of ownership and custody of an artwork from the contemporary ownership back to its origin

there are perks to being adopted at an older age; she’s nine when it happens. generally, less affected by adopted family trauma or divorces, but the downside is that most come with a chip on their shoulder. infants are preferred, but sometimes there’ll be a family that wants an older kid. call it pretty privilege, but zhiruo only spends five months in the system before an older, doting, couple sees her big eyes and gentle smile. within two weeks she is adopted into an affluent family as an only child. it’s a good position to be in, and her smile turns sharper with the years as she realizes this.

she goes on to only attend private schools, receives an education like no other, and takes the opportunity to finish her university studies abroad. zhiruo lands herself a job in a field that most in her position wouldn’t even consider - criminal justice.

but it’s just a stepping stone.

after obtaining her degree, four year are spent doing her due diligence in a forensics laboratory as an assistant technician processing evidence from crime scenes. it’s a waste of her time, a waste of her mind, but more than that it’s a waste of her eyes. but she sticks to it because people underestimate her and assume she’s just a pretty face so they keep her around for the eye candy, unsuspecting that she’s paying close attention.

she absorbs a lot.

2. VISUAL ANALYSIS…..look closely at the painting to find anachronistic materials and techniques, something that would be uncharacteristic of a given artist or period of time

life on the streets with parents who heckle tourists to come check out their wares - it’s boring. she doesn’t like the people who walk by with their noses upturned, likes the ones that enthusiastically come and handle every bag with disgusting fingers even less. so, she turns her attention to the handbags and scarves themselves. every now and then they’ll get someone who comes in, trying to flaunt the fact that theirs is real, as if approval from some random local will elevate their status as a legitimate world traveler.

pathetic.

rarely does she touch, but she is a precocious, highly observant, child. by the age of eight she is able to decipher a fake louis vuitton from a real one on some blonde lady’s shoulder from a meter away (literally), based on the outside seam and hemming alone. call it a gift, but zhiruo considers it a hobby at this time.

when her parents get shut down permanently, one actually gets arrested for other outstanding charges and the other just disappears one day a few months after that.

so she’s alone, and she cries for three days, but then takes herself to the nearest police station four months from her ninth birthday.

3.. X-RAY FLUORESCENCE ANALYSIS…..art forensics uses tools to emit a small amount of x-rays to excite electrons in the pigments of paint, allowing identification of what elements exist

it started with the different patterns of fake designer handbags. then it was the art history education during her formative years courtesy of her parents (thanks, huang kaijie and feng lairan!). and then it was the visits to any and every museum out there. and then repeat visits to galleries whenever they’d get new exhibits. then an almost obsession over the classical painters of all different eras across countries — and then she’d turn her attention to the modernists.

by the time she enters college she’s certified obsessed, and she plays it off as a hobby but it’s a lifelong passion; she feels it in her bones.

but art isn’t a field that can guarantee a good future, so she defers to the next best thing in her eyes, the forensic arts.

4. PHOTOGRAPHY & ULTRAVIOLET ANALYSIS…..are there any sketches or under-drawings under the paint?

the case that changes things for her involves a purported jackson pollock piece, a mysterious fax with a chain of information, and a missing person. her supervisors struggle. immensely. the fact that it’s an abstract drip piece confounds them, and after a few hours staring at curved drips of paints and small puddles of collected alkyd enamels, they give up.

she timidly asks to take a look, and they step away, gloves snapping off as they entertain the idea of her giving a try.

within less than two hours she’s able to determine that although there is titanium pigment within the paint, which WOULD validate it as a pollock piece, there’s under-drawings that aren’t within his usual sketch, and that the canvas itself is re-purposed.

within another 3 months, she quits her mindless job, and contracts out her specialty. she generates buzz and makes connections for the next two years, traveling from country to country, lending her skills to both criminal and personal cases (because rich people have the most expendable income to throw at a pretty lady).

she appears commonly at high profile art auctions, and when you see her there, you know that there’s bound to be some rare pieces in the auction rotation. when a piece receives her seal of approval, the bidding is bound to go up by a few million.

the excess is almost disgusting, especially considering where she came from, but it’s enough for her to be selective in her projects for the next three to four years.

then, she’s approached by tall dark and handsome (eh, kind of) with a two part posse and they make her an offer that’s almost too good to refuse.

she doesn’t, but zhiruo makes them sweat it out for a few days before she accepts.

5. MICROSCOPY…..take tiny non-destructive microscopic fragmentary samples of bits of paints to test both the pigment and the binder (what kind of paint is used?)

you live your life in extremes. it’s all or nothing. you’re in gaudy, ugly, baggy clothes with your oversize glasses on or you’re in tight-fitting dresses that cost upwards of the hundreds. your mouth is either in an almost permanently straight, unimpressed line, or red lips are pulled wide in a smile that reveal perfect teeth. the only thing that remains expressive and fluid are your eyes. for as much as you try not to reveal too much to the outside world, your eyes give you away and you may hate it but it’s not something you’d pour energy into changing.

there are bigger and better things to think about.

like…if that new museum will have enough pull to borrow a monet from the metropolitan.

now that — that’s something delicious to sink your teeth into.

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#prclub:the art expert

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