#gallery au

[ocs-and-musings]

Painted Smiles (Painting!Papyrus x Reader)

Guertena was said to be descended from a long line of artists who could trap monster souls through paining and sculpting. Their art was rarely shown outside their home, even after their death over a century ago. Nobody has ever seen their works in a gallery before, that was until a few months ago. A distant relative apparently sold them to a museum for a small fortune. It garnered quite the attention when it was first announced, with tons of people flocking to see the works from the elusive family. Even after the attention died down, though, you continued to visit the exhibit. You couldn’t help being drawn in by the realistic and absurd depictions of monsters, and one painting especially had caught your interest.

You gave a polite wave to the receptionist as you entered the gallery. You didn’t need a map, you knew where you were going by heart. It had been almost a month since you first came to see the monstrous Guertena exhibit, and you had been back every opportunity you had since. At first it was fascination for the little known artist, but it soon became obsession as you started noticing more and more details about his work, however as you continued to return one particular painting kept drawing you in. You almost bumped into another patron in your hurry to reach it. Once there, you stared in increasing awe at the scene before you.

The figure in the painting had moved again.

You had first noticed it on your third visit. The gallery was free to enter and close to your collage, so as a budding art collage student you were eager to study the works of this famed artist. There was so many people on the first day it was hard to see it all. You returned a few weeks later once the hype had dissipated and the crowd started to thin down. You perused the exhibit of monstrous figures, some abstract while others terrifyingly life-like. Secretly while the staff wasn’t looking you took some pictures of ones you liked to look back on at home. Your favorite was one of a tall skeleton, it was named “Skeleton in Red”, and he was indeed adorned in red. Red scarf, red boots, red accents on his clothes, he even a red rose in his mouth. His expression, confident yet yearning, was captivating.

The gallery seemed to close all too soon, and upon returning home you found some of your pictures all too blurry to make out the details, so the next day you returned again. Since you had more time that day you sat yourself in front of the skeleton painting and tried your hand at sketching it. It wasn't as impressive as the original, of course, but you were delighted still. Taking another sneaky photo, you returned to your mundane apartment.

The third time you visited the gallery it was after classes. It was getting late, but you figured a few minutes wouldn't hurt before you headed home. That's when you first noticed the subtle changes. His hand was outstretched, offering the rose that was previously in his mouth to the viewer. You rubbed your eyes in disbelief, perhaps you were remembering the pose wrong? Upon checking your phone you found the picture completely blurred and unreadable. That's impossible, you thought, it was clear as day when you took it. You made sure since you didn't want a repeat of the first time. Then you remembered your sketchbook and flipped through it. Sure enough, the image you sketched was of him holding the rose in his mouth.

You asked the staff if they had replaced the image, or if they noticed the change, but you were met with dumbfounded looks. You knew you weren't crazy, but nobody seemed to know what you were talking about. Thus started your obsession with the art gallery. You began coming more and more frequently, until it was every day that the gallery was open. Every time you would sketch the new pose the skeleton was in. You quickly found that taking photos wouldn't work as once you got home the image would be completely unreadable, even with the rest of the surroundings in focus the painting itself was always blurry and smeared. Your sketchbook became your only record of the changes you saw.

You once took a friend to the gallery a few days in a row hoping they would see it, too. Your hopes were quickly dashed upon their response. "What are you talking about," they said, "It looks the exact same as it did yesterday!" Nobody else noticed any changes. Not the other visitors, not your friends, not even the staff running around. You'd have thought you were crazy, too, if you didn't have your sketchbook as evidence.

Flipping through your sketchbook to find a blank page, you surveyed the previous poses. There didn't seem to be much consistency to them, just random dynamic poses. Sometimes closer to the frame so only his upper half was visible, sometimes his whole body visible. A few times additional props would pop up like a chair that he'd utilize. You gave a snort as you passed the image on him laying on the chair attempting a superman flying pose. That one was your favorite. You finally reached a blank page and set yourself down to sketch this new pose.

You didn't even notice when it started getting dark, not until you had finished your drawing. A valiant pose, might you add, with his hand on his chest, leg up on a stool, and brilliant red scarf waving in the wind. You could have sworn it didn't take that long to draw, it shouldn't be dark already. There was an eerie silence as you noticed that you were the only person left in the room. There was no chatter from the other visitors, no sounds of life from outside, either. Was it possible that the gallery had closed early? You packed up your bag quickly before exiting to the main foyer. Even the receptionist was gone! You tried the door only to find it locked. "They must have just... not noticed I was still here," you told yourself "I guess I'm stuck here for the night."

You felt tense, everything about this felt wrong, so very wrong. It was nowhere near night time when you arrived, yet it was pitch black outside now. There was absolutely no sounds at all, not the chirping or crickets nor even the slight hum of the fluorescent lights above. Your footsteps didn't even echo as you wandered around the floor. It was almost like you were in a sensory deprivation chamber for everything except your eyes. The paintings seemed to stare at you as you passed. Settling down on the bench you were at before, your eyes widened in horror at the sight before you.

The painting was gone.

[luckysixeyes]

Annoying Art Galley Owners SatoSugu AU my beloved...

before they get together... they have a longstanding tradition of getting each other slightly underhanded presents, like, outbidding each other at an auction only to gift the art for Christmas or an expensive gag gift...

This year, Gojo receives something Geto he knew Gojo wanted but outbid him on (a very typical gift) and... Geto recieves a very mysterious piece of art that he's never seen or heard of before by an artist that Gojo claims "wants to remain anonymous and isn't very good anyway". There's no signature or anything. But of course, the piece seems tailor made for Geto's gallery, it's perfect and he's completely enthralled by it. He's even going to make it his new centerpiece. He's just got to find the artist! Unfortunately, Gojo is being very cagey about where he got it. Oh boy! Geto sets off on a journey to track down the artist AND corner his rival with the information.

Geto gets some online sleuths on the case who track down a near identical style but the artist's information seems to have been redacted? At this point he has some idea of what happened because Gojo denied buying it at an auction, denied commissioning it, and won't give any info very stubbornly, even when offered a cash bribe claiming "its all for the sake of the artist!"

At one of their weekly Rival Lunches (it's NOT a date. It's not. It's not a date.), Geto corners Gojo about it. Its been about two months. Gojo still seems so, so cagey about it. He's very annoyed that Geto won't just let it go! It doesn't matter that much! The artist doesn't have any more works! Which Geto counters with proof of the college artwork. Of course he has a manilla folder.

At this point Gojo is sweating bullets and claims to have thefted the artwork back in college and tried to cover his tracks by deleting the artists name online. Geto counters again, saying the type of oil paints used were released last year. He can tell by the unique smell.

Geto finally has victory as a very flustered and embarrassed Gojo is forced to admit that he painted it himself. Gojo later admits, very quietly, that he thought if Geto knew where it came from, he wouldn't like it as much or at all.

Geto never changes out the centerpiece. It means a lot to him. So, so much. One of those paintings that you stare at with a glass of wine in hand and get misty eyed... Geto asserts at one point during a drunk 20 questions with a group that it's the only piece that he finds irreplaceable in the gallery. He'd run into a burning building to fish it out, if he could only save one work.

[narekashi]

Wonderland Gallery [Chapter 1] {Alice}

[Welcome visitors to XXXXXX museum. For this week, we have a very special Alice in Wonderland exhibition made by a local artist whose works are known to draw in other’s attention towards each and every single one of their pieces. For more information, please head to the information counter, our friendly staff will tell you everything you will need to know. Thank you for taking your time to visit our wonderful museum. Have a nice day.]

“Did you hear that? The exhibition is open already.”

“Let’s go check it out! I really love Alice in Wonderland themed things!”

A few people started to buzz and chatter about the announcement that was broadcasted earlier while others paid attention to themselves or rather, the sculptures and paintings that were put on display. Each were crafted with such love and dedication from different artists all over the globe, though many of them belonged to local artists who were still trying to make a name for themselves. Despite that, the museum has become a well loved place for both old and young people to visit from time to time with it’s diverse and exciting exhibitions that were put on display every week.

At the corner of the room, there stood a girl with long brown hair and clear blue eyes staring at a painting hung on the wall. One of her hands were tucked into her jacket while the other was on her chin, rubbing it slowly as if she were a detective in a mystery novel. The piece she was looking at was titled “Forest by the sea” which depicted a man and a woman sitting on a tree looking outwards towards the ocean. It was a simple piece using a modern art style and was a commonly depicted idea, it was so ordinary that she found it strange how such a painting could make it's way into a gallery.

“Is there something unusual about this painting, miss?”

“Hm-- wait what?”

The girl was pulled out her trance and quickly looked towards her right. A man with white hair looked at her with a confused smile. He wore the museum’s staff clothes with some odd Alice in Wonderland themed accessories so she could assumed that he was a part of the staff who worked here. She shook her head and returned a smile. “Sorry, I was just taking a good look. Could you tell me more about this artist?”

“Of course, it would be my pleasure,” The man gave a well mannered laugh. He fixed his gaze on the painting as if he had done this a thousand times before (though he might have since he was a staff member here), he didn't even take a minute before he pointed at the very top of the painting. "Do you see that bird up there?"

She looked at where he was pointing at and noticed that the falcon didn't seem like anything unusual to her, it just looked like a normal bird.

"You normally wouldn't see a falcon in places like this. If you look closely, the flowers don't belong where they are supposed to be at either. This may look like a painting of a real life scenery but it's actually a fictional world that the artist had thought of in his mind. All his other works show such properties as well; abnormal people in normal backgrounds, a married couple who aren't smiling while standing at the altar, a bird singing songs that would sound disastrous if a bird like that sang in real life. All these tiny tiny details that no one would notice unless you look closely, that is the charm of his paintings."

The girl stared in awe, completely mesmerized into the man's explanation. Everything he said was all true, the things that looked "normal" were actually far from normal in a real life scenario. Everything he said made perfect sense that she couldn't believe how she never noticed these tiny details before.

"What is your name?"

"My name?" The man laughed again, as if she had just told a joke. His brown eyes twinkled with amusement in contrast to his serious glint earlier. "I'm just someone who works here, miss. There isn't a need to know my name."

She crossed her brows, bent her body slightly and smirked. "You're right, you don't have to tell me Mr Blanc Lapin."

The man looked startled for a second before realizing how she knew after following her gaze that was directed at his name tag. "You caught me, miss." He hummed in delight. "Now it's only fair you tell me your name."

The girl put out her hand. "You can call me Alice, that's what everyone calls me."

"Is that a nickname?"

"Maybe." She replied with a hint of satisfaction. "I'm quite a big fan of Alice in Wonderland so I don't mind anyone using that name instead of my real name."

"If you're a big fan of Alice in Wonderland, why don't you pay a visit to our new exhibition? It features many original art works from a local artist--"

"I know, the broadcast earlier said so." She twirled her hair in her fingers, biting her lips. Something seemed to turn dark in her eyes but as soon as it appeared, it disappeared as well, letting another smile grace her face. "Maybe I'll check it out later. Thank you for telling me more about this artist, I appreciate it a lot."

Blanc bowed, maintaining his kind smile. "Of course, it's my pleasure. I hope to see you next time, miss."

"Of course, me too." Alice waved her hand as she watched the man walk off. She turned around to go into another section of the museum when out of the corner of her eye, something seemed to drop out from the man’s back pocket before he disappeared into the crowd. She quickly rushed over and bent down to pick up the thing-- a brochure talking about the special exhibition.

“Mister Lapin!! You--”

When she looks up, there was no sign of the man anywhere. She could not see the patch of white hair nor follow his footsteps due to the crowd. He was gone without a trace, as if he had just disappeared into thin air.

“That’s strange…..” She scratched her head in confusion.

“Is everything all right, miss?” A girl with bob hair called out to her. She was wearing the same clothes that Blanc wore with the only difference being the rabbit ear headband and the red skirt instead of the black pants he was wearing.

“Hi, one of your staff members dropped this on the floor. Could you please return this to Blanc Lapin?”

“Blanc…… Lapin?” The female staff looked at her as if she had grown another head. “I’m sorry miss but there isn’t someone named Blanc Lapin who works here. Are you sure he was someone who worked here?”

“Of course! I!--”

Suddenly, her throat closes up, leaving her unable to speak. Something in the back of her head tells her to stop speaking, to stop talking, to stop letting this girl in on who Blanc was despite not knowing him nor the girl standing in front of her personally. A little thought manifested in her mind, not big enough that she is able to voice it out but small enough to not be regarded as nothing.

“Sorry, I must have been mistaken.” She joked while the eyes of the female staff narrowed.

“Miss if--”

“No no it’s okay! All these dreamy sculptures and paintings must have put me into a dream like state too. Could you show me where the Alice in Wonderland exhibition is at? I’m interested in it but I can’t seem to find my way there.”

The female staff lifted a brow as Alice felt a cold sweat roll down her neck; she knows she isn’t the best liar in her group of friends but she prayed that the woman wouldn’t call her out on her little white lie.

Seconds felt like minutes, it felt like forever before a smile raised onto the woman’s face as she spoke in a polite tone. “Go straight until you reach the information counter then turn right. There should be a group of staff waiting in front of a large door where the exhibition is taking place at.”

“Thank you! I’ll head over there right now.”

“No problem, Miss. Be careful, don’t bump into any strange men anymore, okay?”

“Okay!” She bows to the woman as a polite gesture before following the woman’s directions, keeping a sharp eye out for the man she met earlier as she followed the signs leading to the exhibition.

This is the tale of how a girl meets a white rabbit and falls into her very own Wonderland

[lylzisgood]

[luckysixeyes]

Rival art gallery owners AU... both equally pretentious in different ways... they keep outbidding each other on things they don't actually want just to have the win and be petty... school friends to enemies to rivals to lovers.... one has gallery dogs and the other has art gallery cats.... Gojo is a trust-fund baby and Geto made a fortune off stocks and crypto. They are Both cringe and like, 30 years old. Their kids are just about to go to university.

They specifically buy out and price drive things in auction they know the other would Really want... their galleries are right across from each other... the art gallery dogs are friendly while the cats are only friendly if given treats. They constantly crash each other's events just to try and ruin the vibe. Everyone except them have noticed the tension. Its fine.

They both mortify their children frequently! It's fine. Nanako and Megumi are both artists too! Mimiko is going for law.

[luckysixeyes]

I drew Gojo for the gallery owners AU !

Voted most likely to have wine thrown on him at a wedding

[trytofocus]

I LOVE your gallery AU! Would you ever write an AU of the AU (lol) where Shiro isn’t evil, and eventually saves Keith from the gallery? And afterward he helps soothes the injuries and soreness Keith sustained? Aaaaaaa so much hurt/comfort potential.

AHh thank you so much I’m so happy you like my problemnatique child! Truly idk where this awful Shiro comes from I actually like things with like bitter sweet and happy endings and all that, but this one THIS ONE just writes itself like this. Basically I welcome any speculations and AUs of this AU people wanna create but it would be really hard for me to rewrite this as non evil Shiro cause this one is kind of a handful tbh, like when I have written down is maybe?? 1/3 of the plans I have for it so thinking about making another AU that’s basically this but slightly to the left is overwhelming to me. But I do welcome anyone who would like to give this a go! 

[trytofocus]

WIP from the continuation of my latest Gallery AU fic

Read the first part of Display, here heed the tags, this Shiro very bad :'-D