#Nyein

[married-2-the-music]

New Jeans: K-pop Discography Deep Dive

New Jeans are one of the most popular groups in k-pop right now, and it’s not a stretch to say that, with both Blackpink and BTS on hiatuses for different reasons, they’re really at the forefront of bringing the genre to international audiences. They’re part of the 5th generation of k-pop, and debuted in 2022 with five members: Minji, Danielle, Hyein, Haerin, and Hanni, the last of which is, I…

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TOURISM AND BL...

First poster of the Burmese (Myanmar) BL series Bagan Beginning from production company Trust Entertainment (The Star Series). Directed and scripted by Kelvin. Starring Vita Min (Mani), Zaw Shine Htet (Lyan) and Min Nyein Chan (Walar). The series premieres in December.

The BL romance story revolves around the tourist attractions of Bagan, Myanmar.

[guy60660]

Chan Nyein Aung

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kys

5

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Mentors and Their Shadows | Part 1

Proxies X GN!Reader

[Warnings: Nothing, really]

[AN: It's... a very general fic. I wanted to write about proxy society, all that kind of jazz. Will be a part 2. Wallace, Theo, Ruth and Nyein are mine. 1.8K words]

Reblogs are appreciated!

“Go entertain yourself,” Wallace hums. His voice is low and much too tired. His glassy eyes stare over the scene as you anxiously fidget beside him. He adjusts his coat slightly and looks down at you. There, you see a ghost of a smile on his lips. 

You take in the atmosphere. Loud, raucous, but surprisingly not as destructive as Theo had told you it might be. The scent of proxies fills the air alongside blood, alcohol, and some lysol in a vain attempt to keep the place clean as per the Operator’s orders. The lights here are yellowed and dimmed, some bulbs are red. In your peripheral vision, you can see your group’s independent slinking off much like the overgrown cat they are, accompanied by your group’s right hand, Theo. The blue eyed man sends a barely reassuring grin your way before pushing against some other group’s poor runt telling them to watch themself. To the left of you stands Ruth, your group’s middle child. She’s at your side, a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

You gulp slightly when you feel Wallace and Ruth’s eyes on you. “What?” You ask. 

“Stop over thinking it,” Ruth says to you. She sets her eyes on the crowd, seemingly looking for someone dear to her. Proxies aren’t supposed to have connections to anyone other than the Operator, but if relationships costuming as human keep them sane, he has yet to hammer them with a ban. 

Wallace stretches a bit and nods in agreement. He knows it’s your first time in one of these places. Well, first might be an exaggeration, but he knows you’re a bit of a velcro runt. Why wouldn’t you be? The Operator stole you unfairly, and here you are, attached to your group’s hip. Your group leader, he wants you to be comfortable navigating this space by yourself in case you’re ever separated. Why not now? It’s a perfect time as ever. He knows he’s right there in case you need him, Ruth is always watching, Theo as well and Nyein can sniff out trouble from a mile away. This safe zone is particularly safe, and not too uptight. Mirror Mountain has always been loved by independents and proxies alike. 

Slowly, you nod. “Okay.”

Ruth smiles and pats your back, “nice, you got this.” She shimmies away from you to find that proxy dear to her and taps at her temple reminding you much like an older sister might of head-talk, a proxy’s unique bond with their group should anything go south. 

You turn your head to the side to see Wallace off as well only to find he’s disappeared in the crowd. Though, if you focus hard enough, you can hear his worn laughter as he talks to an eyeless cannibal with a Polish accent about where he’s been all these weeks. You’re aware of some of the local legends in the Operator’s society. He runs around with favorites, but names like the ones you’re sharing space with tonight are all well known and beloved. 

Fate would have it that, after a few minutes of awkwardly moving around various proxies that have been in the game longer than you, that you would find a seat at the table of the Operator’s most beloved group. Perhaps ‘beloved’ isn’t the right word, but they’re definitely favored. 

Masky, otherwise known as Tim Wright, is surrounded by cigarette smoke. Mirror Mountain is one of the only proxy spaces that allows him to smoke as much as he does, or rather, it’s one of the only safe zones where his right hand doesn’t complain to him to stop. His right hand is Hoodie, or Brian Thomas, and their middle children are Toby, and Kate the Chaser. They have no runt ever since Kate broke free from her runt status, and are not accompanied by any independents except for the few that pair up with them on operations as per the Operator’s orders. 

So, here you sit across from the two men, a leader and his right hand, once again awkwardly messing with the hem of your shirt and scared to even look them in the eye. Wallace isn’t usually insane about adhering to proxy social norms, but respecting leaders and their right hands is of utmost importance to him as a leader himself. 

“We’ve seen you around before,” Masky says as he puffs out smoke from his cigarette. “We’re actually due for working with you soon,” he muses as he casts a look to Hoodie, who nods to confirm the statement. He leans back in his chair to show his comfort and as he does so, studies you closely. You’re nervous, but not incapable. Just anxious to be around him and Hoodie. It makes him chuckle softly. “You remind me of someone,” he says in passing. 

Hoodie rolls his eyes in response. “He means you’re an anxious little shit,” he says point blank. His eyes twinkle with mischief, mostly to let you know he’s playing before he too adjusts his posture to show his comfort around you. When you pull a small face, Hoodie snorts a laugh. You remind him so much of Kate when he’d pull her leg too. 

They ask about you despite knowing so much already. Who are you? Where did you come from? What has the hazing process been like for you so far? It’s quite pleasant, honestly. You haven’t been afforded a real conversation in quite some time, so having it with a group that isn’t yours is a nice surprise. You’re able to voice so many thoughts in your head and not have to risk your group breathing down your neck about it despite generally liking your group. You tell them about your experiences working, but there’s a surprising lack of being enmeshed in the Operator’s society. 

“This is my first time in a place like this,” you say. “I mean, I guess, not a first but I haven’t been in these places long enough to know what to… do. Etiquette?” You attempt to explain. You’re much more relaxed as you share their company now. You stretch just a little bit, a nonverbal sign of comfort and clear your throat. 

“Did you want anything to drink?” He asks as a formality, wanting to sew good tidings between his group and yours even though you, as a runt, are subject to abuse from nearly every proxy ranking above you. However, Hoodie believes that groups he’s due to work with should have slightly better, more preferable treatment as opposed to those he’s barely made acquaintanceship with. So, you get treated a bit nicer even if you’re just a runt in his eyes. 

“Just water, please.” 

Hoodie nods once more, and then whistles. When a lowly independent walks by, he greets them politely and asks for a glass of water. You raise your brows in surprise, never really having seen other proxies treat independents like they’re equals outside of your group - and even your Theo treats them awfully. 

“We work a lot with independents,” Masky covers to satiate your budding curiosity. “I’m sure you heard of Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned,” he trails off, listing off well known friends, “Hood, Toby, Kate and I have never been fans of being dicks for the sake of status,” he shrugs to end his statement. Masky shares a small glance with his right hand, and a million thoughts rush through their shared stream of consciousness. Masky leans forward and smiles at the independent who briefly cuts in to place the glass of water down on the table before he slides it over to you and urges you to take a sip. “You don’t have a mentor, do you?” He inquires, very curious on the subject of you appropriately merging into proxy society. The dark haired man had already assumed appropriately that you didn’t, but he just wanted to hear it directly from you. 

“Ruth’s mentioned wanting me to find one, she says that Ny doesn’t count,” you tell them. You slide your index finger over the rim of the glass and feel the cool, smooth texture under your touch. The warmth of body heat in the room seems to die down as you raise the glass to your lips and start to drink some of the water. You feel calmed having some, more prepared to talk to proxies that are being surprisingly gentle to you. “But I never really see any independents outside of when we’re… here,” you finish with a soft chuckle. How are you meant to get experience if none is provided? 

Hoodie clears his throat and looks around, “where’s your leader?”

You cock your head to the side but ask inside your head. In your mind’s eye, you can visualize your voice as a wave of light. It bounces, and takes on the color of your soul. It’s odd that proxies even have souls, in your opinion. 

‘Where are you?’

‘Near the back drinking some beer with EJ. Why?’

‘Hoodie is asking.’

‘What? Stay right there.’

You blink a few times to break out of the trance head talk often puts new proxies in and turn your attention back to the men sitting in front of you. Hanging off to the side of them with a keen eye is Toby himself. He’s got a stupid little red cup of redbull vodka but he’s invested in whatever the hell is going on between his leader, right hand and you even as he sips his drink. It’s odd how in tune you are with your own group. You can feel Wallace’s footsteps like the beating of your own heart. He doesn’t sound upset, more so annoyed that he knows why the two of them are asking. 

Slinking up from behind you is Wallace. His eyes still carry that glazed, dead look but he’s subtly stewing at the insinuation Hoodie and Masky have thrown his way. “What do you need?” His voice is clipped, like he’d rather be drinking instead of holding an audience with them. 

“You’re embarrassing,” Masky says in response. “You’ve had this one for… 6 months already? Not even let them find a mentor?” He challenges. 

It’s just like proxies to start a fight over something so minor. 

You lean forward to hear more and more of the conversation, feeling Wallace’s hand grip on your shoulder as he defends not forcing you to find a mentor sooner, and Masky’s biting responses that question Wallace’s ability as a group leader. You lean further and further before feeling yourself gripped back when Wallace lunges, and Masky and Hoodie laugh. 

You gasp softly as gloved hands grip you from the back of your neck like a dog might it’s puppy and shove you away from the budding fight. “Eh, you don’t wanna see that,” Toby’s low voice chuckles. “Come on, I’ll solve the independent bit with you.” He gives you a toothy grin, you can see his teeth pressed together from the open cheek he has, while he guides you towards a different part of the bar. 

You glance over your shoulder to hear the commotion caused by your group leader, now your right hand, and Toby's.

"It's really nothing special," Toby quips.

You look forward and then up at him. "Independents?"

"Yeah, some of the best are here tonight."

He smiles.

And you do too.

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HOLY FISH, SOMEONE STOP LIGHTBULB FROM EATING THE STICKS OFF THE FLOOR!!!

*ayhm nyein nyeim nyei-* “uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Painted Doll (The Devil’s Carnival) ID Pack

Names:

Achille, Af, Aquiles, Arusah, Asbeel, Ballari, Beliel/Belial, Bomma, Calacine, Chessa, Daniel, Dearan, Dianthe, Doey, Dol, Dolea, Dolee, Dolika, Dolly, Dottie, Ellery, Ezryn, Faina, Gareth, Gudia, Gwyneth, Haldis, Halinka, Hannah, Hemah, Hien, Hilja, Ilian, Ivara, Ivory, Jeong, Jilly, June, Kaela, Kioshi, Lacey, Lanqueta, Libby, Liora, Lottie, Macy, Mastema, Maun, Mauni, Monaeka, Nenetl, Nyein, Oleander, Pandiamma, Penemue, Placido, Punthali, Punyanaman, Putul, Samael, Sayna, Susu, Tacey, Tacito, Tammy, Tihana, Tihomir, Tullia, Wening, Yequon

Pronouns:

-/-s, _/_s, antique/antiques, broke/broken/brokens, cast/out/castouts, corrupt/corrupts, crack/cracks, doll/dolls, dolly/dollys, dress/dresses, fall/fallen/fallens, fi/figure/figures, ghoul/ghouls, grim/grimms, grudge/grudges, haunt/haunts, mannequin/mannequins, mime/mimes, outcast/outcasts, por/porcelain/porcelains, sin/sins, vent/ventril, wrath/wraths, ☄️/☄️s, ⚔️/⚔️s, ⛓️‍💥/⛓️‍💥s, ❤️‍���/❤️‍🩹s, 🌁/🌁s, 🌙/🌙s, 🍃/🍃s, 🎞️/🎞️s, 🎟️/🎟️s, 🎠/🎠s, 🎤/🎤s, 🎨/🎨s, 🎭/🎭s, 🐁/🐁s, 🐎/🐎s, 🐕/🐕s, 👁️/👁️s, 🔇/🔇s, 🖌️/🖌️s, 🥀/🥀s, 🦚/🦚s, 🧩/🧩s, 🧸/🧸s, 🩰/🩰s, 🪆/🪆s, 🪡/🪡s, 🪶/🪶s, 🪹/🪹s

Titles:

The Angel Who Was Beaten ,The Bleeding Doll, The Doll With Broken Wings, The Heaven Made Doll, The Heavenly Doll in Hell, The One Who Fell Hard, The Wrathful Angel, The [Painted/Broken] Doll, [prn] Who Feels Anger to [prn] “Love”, [prn] Who Got Betrayed, [prn] Who Looks Like a Doll, [prn] Who Need Not Speak

Genders:

Angeldolltraitic, Arranchere, Bodyhorroric, Brokending, Brokendollic, Brokenilexic, Carninoir, Chiplainic, Corgoissant, Dollgender, Drizzleballdollic, Dullrith, Fallangelcoric, Fallenlovic, Fleshdollic, Genderfangel, Genderpatched, Ichetden, Impurfallangelic, Ingeluse, Limbobodien, Lovesickdollic, Melangée, Méchalounic, Porcelainfrilled, Redliepainic, Sculporgdollic

Other MOGAI:

Assigned Doll at Birth/ADAB, Assigned Void Doll at Birth/AVDAB, Dollvior, Alderdoll, Aldervintadoll, Aldertsugi, Alderfallen, Dollperspesque, Demointent, Dollvesi, Vigilante Diffiden

[polkadotmotmot]

Chuu Wai Nyein - Weaving a New Life with Pride, 2023

[sheridanartsite]

Ok but these lyrics fit q!bbh in his current grief so well, plus the title "Path to Isolation" as he's been wary on who to trust and shouldering the burdens of his actions alone

[It starts With the unexpected loss Of something dear

The warmth That comforted and cradled Just disappears]

[The light that showed the way is gone And darkness takes control Bitterness and anger Are quick to fill the void The path to isolation Is littered with the dreams that lay destroyed]

[dogboyheadtrauma]

asking a german catgirl smth like:

nya oder nyein ?

[rock-n-raceway]

Names for a CC kin with masc/neu/fem style ! Requested by an anon!

Names :: Brennan , Huso , Sadie , Ovia , Nyein , Myra , Coy / Coye , Lajin , Galen , Oliver , Leo , Ella , Sofia / Sophia , Daisy , Willow

[saneain-t123]

မျက်ရည်အရောင်းဆိုင်

Nyein Ei ဆိုးညစ်ခြင်း၊ ယုတ်မာခြင်း၊ ကောက်ကျစ်ခြင်း၊ အောက်တန်းကျခြင်း၊ ရက်စက်ခြင်း၊ မညာတာခြင်း၊ သနားစိတ်ကင်းမဲ့ခြင်း၊ နှိပ်စက်ခြင်း၊ ညဉ်းပန်းခြင်း၊ အနိုင်ကျင့်ခြင်း၊ ရန်လိုခြင်း၊ ထီမထင်ခြင်း၊ တဖက်သားကို နှိမ်ချဆက်ဆံခြင်းစသည့် ဂုဏ်အင်္ဂါများနှင့် ပြည့်စုံပြီး လူလူချင်းတဦးနှင့်တဦး မုန်းတီးမှု အပြည့်နှင့် မည်သူကပို၍ မည်သူ့ကို မည်ကဲ့သို့ နှိပ်စက်နိုင် ညဉ်းပန်းနိုင်သည်ဟု ကြွားဝါခြင်းအသံတို့…

[romanlightman001]

Miss Grand International 2024 swimsuit competition group D Thae Su Nyein...

[sondakikamhaber]

Myanmar Temsilcisi Thae Su Nyein, Güzellik Yarışmasında Kriz Yarattı https://www.sondakikam.com.tr/gundemden-haberler/myanmar-temsilcisi-thae-su-nyein-guzellik-yarismasinda-kriz-yaratti/1991

[dakikamagazin]

Myanmar güzeli ne yaptı - VİDEO?

[lets-vladimir-us]

Thae Su Nyein did she blitz the Miss Grand International 2024 swimsuit c...