#aura cctv

[cctv-aura]

Haripad: CCTV Camera Installation, Security System, Automation | Aura Business Solutions

[quattro-bacheema]

Jaune: Oh no, we've been locked in the armory!

Yang: *tries to force the armory door open to no avail* Damnit, those bastards built this door is too tough!

Sun: Alright guys, step aside. Let me work my magic! *deep breaths, channels aura into his palms, then thrusts them forward* Open Sesame!

*nothing happens to the door*

Sun: Yup, I've done everything I could.

Jaune: Guys, guys, were doing this all wrong! *gestures to the rows and rows of weapons behind them* We have technology!

*scene cuts to the three of them using a railcannon barrel as a battering ram*

Jaune: Heave!

Yang and Sun: Ho!

Jaune: Heave!

Yang and Sun: Ho!

*meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office*

Goodwitch: Sir, maybe it's time we let them out?

Ozpin: *intently watching the CCTV feed on his screen* No, no. I want to see where they go from here.

[harunayuuka2060]

Neige: MC! *sniffles* You got hurt!

MC: I am alright, Neige... Though what are you doing here?

Vil: He insisted on coming with me when he heard about the news.

MC: ...

MC: *glances at Rook*

Rook: *smiles at them*

MC: ...

MC: *turns their attention back to Vil and Neige* Thank you both for your concern, but it was only a minor injury.

Vil: Your bandage on your arm says otherwise. *looking stern now*

MC: It's fine now since it's been treated.

Neige: MC, you should always be careful!

MC: I will. Thanks for reminding me, Neige.

Vil: ...

Vil: I checked the CCTV. You fought with the burglar.

MC: ...

MC: Yes.

Vil: Why didn't you wake me up?

MC: I didn't want to disturb your rest. Besides, I handled it just fine.

Vil: ...

Vil: You still got yourself injured. If it was Rook, he would—

MC: Yes. He's much capable to serve you. He was your vice housewarden when you were still studying in Night Raven College, right?

Vil: ...Yes.

MC: And I guess he has always been exceptional.

MC: He's the best for you, Vil. I'm sure he wouldn't mind working for you.

Vil: ...

MC's co-worker: Is your friend alright? I saw him walked out and dragged Neige LeBlanche with him.

MC: They had a schedule to follow.

Their co-worker: Ya veo. But Vil Schoenheit looked like he was fuming mad.

MC: ...

MC: That sounds like an exaggeration.

Their co-worker: Oh, yeah. Of course. What I mean is his aura, okay? It's burning.

MC: *shakes their head* Let's just get back to work.

Their co-worker: Oh wait! Rook. Rook just quit. I didn't know why, but he said that his job here is done.

MC: ...

MC: Vil must've hired him.

Their co-worker: That fast? Quite a privilege, no?

MC: *chuckles* *proceeds to continue with their task*

Rook: Roi du Poison, there must be a reason why Ami masqué refused your offer.

Vil: They've found out that we are affiliated to each other, Rook.

Rook: Oh! How could that be possible? I was certain I didn't raise any suspicion!

Vil: That doesn't matter now. My plan didn't work.

Rook: You shouldn't lose hope, Roi du Poison. I know deep inside that Ami masqué cherishes you. Maybe they just need more time to realize that.

Vil: ...

Vil: Rook, were you not listening to me when I told you about our story?

Rook: Non. I had listened intently. And my point still stands.

Vil: ...

Customer A: You lack energy today, MC. Did something happen?

MC: Huh? What do you mean?

Customer B: It feels like you're sulking about something. Or we could be wrong.

MC: ...

MC: You two seem to have been drinking a lot.

The customers: We're sober!

MC: It doesn't look like it to me.

The customers: Manager! Your concierge is judging us!

The manager: *chuckles and waves her hand dismissively*

The bartender: I think MC is sulking because Vil Schoenheit isn't here today.

The customers: Oh!

MC: No. That's not the reason at all. *carries the drunk woman*

The drunk woman: We're going home?

MC: Yes, miss. Is there someone waiting for you to be home?

The drunk woman: No...

MC: I see. We'll get going.

The bartender: Don't sulk! *as MC walks out of the nightclub with the customer*

The drunk woman: Looks like they're teasing you...

MC: Please don't mind them.

Vil: *staring at MC's phone number*

Vil: *decides to call them; not really hoping that MC would answer*

MC: Vil?

Vil: MC—

'MC~ You smell good~'

Vil: ...

MC: Please excuse me.

MC: Miss, you're inhaling the fabric conditioner.

'But this has never smelled so good before~'

Vil: Looks like you are in the middle of something.

MC: Ah, yes. Sorry. I will call you back. *hangs up*

Vil: ...

Vil: *smiles in irritation*

[flaresemily]

Husband's Gods reaction to their wives getting stalked and how they deal with them :

Someone requested this...but I can't find the message to put it together...so here part 1 only. I will do part 2 later.

Hades :

Lately he noticed that you have been paranoid about every single thing. Like EVERY SINGLE THING.

So, he decided to confront you about it.

“My dear? Can we talk?”

You flinch at his voice.

“Y-yes why?”

“You seem paranoid?” He walks closer to you and hugs you.

You started to cry. Startling him in the process. “Darling what's wrong?”

You proceed to tell him everything like, everything about your feeling of being stalked.

He was very quiet. “Very well then…shall we take a walk?”

You look at him weirdly. As he guides you to the sea (near Poseidon's place) he silently smirks.

You just look at the sea with a calm face. Then, he excuses himself.

A random ‘god’ is watching you from afar. Holding his phone trying to take pictures of you.

Then, he felt a very dark aura behind him. As he turned his head. There stood hades being accompanied by Beelzebub.

“L-lord hades” the god stutters. “Well well…look who's here~”

Beelzebub just stands there watching. “Beelzebub took this God away! Do whatever you want! I will make sure Hermes erases his existence!!”

“Of course” Beelzebub 'smiles’ happily. I mean…he will have another specimen.

Then, Hades returns to your side smiling. You just look at him weirdly. A few days later he showers you with gifts and kisses and you don't feel stalked anymore.

Poseidon :

You wake up with a cold sweat. Quickly look around for your husband. And sadly you found him nowhere there.

You slowly get up holding your whale plushie (yes plushie) walking around the castle.

“Darling! Darling?” You called out to your husband. There, you saw a figure watching you from behind a pillar. You got goosebumps from it and quickly turned around only to bump into Proteus.

“Eh? Proteus?” you look at him. “My lady? What are you doing here?” “Proteus! Where's hubby! Ah I mean Poseidon!” Proteus laughs at your nickname to his master.

“Lord Poseidon is in the throne room. He's discussing something with the other lords.”

Hearing that, you quickly run to the throne room and barge in. Everyone was startled except Poseidon and hades. Poseidon lookup. You quickly jump into his embrace.

Crying and trembling silently. Your brother in law's all looking at you.

“What's wrong?” Poseidon rubs your back.

“I feel like someone is watching me…”

“....Proteus!! Search for him!! Now!” He orders all his servants.

They all scattered around and search for the suspicious man (according to them)

And they managed to find him. They drag him to Poseidon while you are sleeping on his lap.

Poseidon just glared at the man and sliced his head off…. just like that.

Proteus came in and cleaned the body making it look like nothing happened.

And you don't feel stalked anymore. You reward him with a kiss and cuddles.

Beelzebub :

You are knitting something when the babies kick. (You are pregnant with twins)

You are currently 6 months into your pregnancy.

You are used to being watched since Beelzebub is quite possessive towards you,since you survive Satan's curse.

Beelzebub puts a lot of CCTV to monitor you every time he's not around.

But this time…it just doesn't feel right. It was as if you were being watched by someone else. You slowly get up and make your way to your husband's laboratory.

As you gently open the door with the key cards Beel gave you. You can see him monitoring his new specimen. (The one hades give him)

As you slowly take your first step. Someone covers your mouth and drags you away from behind.

Your screams were muffled by the cloth that were stuffed inside your mouth. Tears running down your face. The unknown man turns out to be a female.

Aphrodite

You see Aphrodite really admires you since you are beautiful and apparently took a liken to you (not romantically).

She was smirking In front of you while holding a cup of tea. Apparently she asked one of her servants to kidnap you.

Even before she can open her mouth. The doors were kicked open. Beelzebub was very furious. Hades was behind him.

Aphrodite who saw this rolled her eyes and sigh.

“Fine…take her then,can't even let me have a good damn peace with her!” She stood up and walked out of the room.

Beelzebub quickly rushed to his wife and hugged her, taking out the cloth inside his wife's mouth and kissing her.

You were still stunned at the kiss. He gently picks you up and takes you back to the house. Hugging you and rubbing your stomach. Afraid that you will be kidnapped once again.

The End~

Might make part 2…probably will make but not now….that for sure

[ltash]

Scream

Ghostxfemalereader

The opulence of your office was a stark contradiction to the chaos unravelling beyond its walls. The mahogany desk, polished to a mirror-like gleam, stood as a testament to power and wealth, its surface immaculate save for the glowing monitors streaming live footage from the CCTV system. The images on the screens told a grim story: Task Force 141 was storming the building with relentless precision. The faint echoes of gunfire filtered through the fortified walls, each sharp crack a harbinger of impending doom.

You adjusted the Prada spectacles perched delicately on your nose, the gold frames catching the soft glow of the chandelier above. Rising with deliberate grace, you smoothed the rich, velvety fabric of your brown jersey dress, its figure-hugging cut sculpting your petite, hourglass silhouette Gold bangles chimed softly as you opened the drawer and retrieved the sleek, matte pistol resting inside. Its cold, familiar weight steadied your trembling hands.

For a moment, you allowed yourself a single deep breath. Control. Poise. Resolve. The words repeated like a mantra, a fragile bulwark against the growing panic clawing at your chest.

The corridor stretched before you, bathed in the dim, foreboding glow of emergency lights. Shadows danced on the walls, twisting and shifting as if alive, feeding the unease you tried desperately to suppress. Each step you took, the click of your heels on the marble floor echoed louder in your ears, amplifying the stark emptiness around you.

Then the lights went out.

Darkness enveloped you with suffocating immediacy. Your breath hitched, coming in shallow, uneven gasps. You gripped the pistol tighter, the weapon feeling small and insignificant against the mounting dread. Somewhere ahead, gunfire crackled faintly, punctuated by muffled screams. Each sound hammered at your composure.

Turning a corner, your pulse skittered into chaos as a figure emerged from the shadows. He was a phantom in the dark, broad shoulders, towering frame, and an aura of menace that seemed to fill the space like a tangible force. The skull mask obscuring his face glinted faintly, its hollow eyes fixing on you with an intensity that froze you in place.

Before you could react, he closed the distance, a blade flashing in the faint light.

The steel kissed your abdomen with cold precision before sinking in. Pain erupted, hot and blinding, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips as your knees buckled. The rich fabric of your dress darkened as blood seeped through, warm and sticky against your skin.

His grip on your wrist was unyielding, pinning you effortlessly against the wall. The sheer strength in his hand was enough to force a choked cry from your throat. Shadows framed his masked face, but his eyes, deep, piercing pools of brown, locked onto yours with a cruel, magnetic pull.

"You don't look scared enough," he murmured, his voice low and edged with menace.

The knife twisted, a calculated motion that drew another strangled cry from you. Agony bloomed, spreading in sharp, unbearable waves, but it was his presence that overwhelmed you, the heat radiating from him, the dominance in his every movement. His breath was warm against your cheek, steady and deliberate, a contrast to the chaos inside you.

"P-please," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Please, what?" His tone mocked your desperation, lips brushing so close to your ear that the words felt like a physical caress. "Begging won't save you."

Your body arched involuntarily as the blade shifted again, the pain electric and all-consuming. You clawed weakly at his forearm, your strength insignificant against his iron grip.

"Such a fragile little thing," he mused, his voice almost amused. "And yet, you're still fighting. Adorable."

The humiliation burned hotter than the pain, yet you couldn't ignore the way his words sent an unwelcome thrill skittering down your spine. His masked face loomed closer, the hollow eyes seeming to drink in your every reaction.

"Why..." Why are you doing this?" you choked out, trembling under his hold.

His reply was cold, absolute. "Because I can."

The simplicity of his answer was more terrifying than the knife. It carried no malice, no justification, only a detached certainty that rendered your defiance meaningless. He tilted his head, studying you as if you were a curiosity.

"You're trembling," he said, his voice soft but edged with dark amusement. His gloved hand gripped your jaw, forcing your face to tilt up toward his. "Your fear is... intoxicating."

Your breath hitched as his hand travelled lower, a possessive touch that burned even through the barrier of his glove. "So small," he murmured, the words a cruel taunt. "So delicate. I could break you so easily."

Tears slipped down your cheeks, but his hand wiped them away, the leather rough against your skin. "Don't cry," he whispered, his tone darkly seductive. "Not yet. I want to see how far you can fall."

The knife twisted again, and the sound that escaped you was different this time, soft, breathless, a sound that betrayed far more than pain. His eyes narrowed behind the mask, the cruelty in his gaze sharpening with satisfaction.

"Do you like this?" he asked, his voice a dangerous purr. "Does the pain excite you?"

"N-no," you whispered, but the tremor in your voice betrayed the lie.

His chuckle was low, vibrating through the narrow space between you. "Liar," he said simply. "Your body doesn't lie."

Shame and fury warred within you, but his dominance was absolute. The weight of his presence, the heat of his body, and the unrelenting intensity of his gaze, it consumed you.

"You'll scream for me," he said, his voice soft but menacing, a promise etched in stone. "And when you do, it will be the sweetest sound I've ever heard."

You clung desperately to the shreds of your composure, but in your heart, you already knew the truth. You were his, trapped in a web of fear, pain, and something darker, something you couldn't name but couldn't deny.

His fingers tightened around your jaw, forcing your gaze back to his. The touch was demanding, almost domineering. His eyes were deep pools of brown, the colour of rich earth.

He whispered, his voice low and cold. The blade twisting agonisingly inside you...

"Scream."

Gif credits: @yumethefrostypanda

[wellwells]

Depravity

Alice looked at the cctv image of the red haired woman. She was just staring... smiling. The High-Security lab just called her "Depravity". She was secured to the wall with a leash on her neck.

"She can't be this dangerous, right? Thick walls, soundproof glass, what is she?"

"She is a auditory and optical hazard. Don't interact with her in any way. I know you're new here, so i want you to be safe." Hannah talked in a very serious tone, more serious than Alice expected.

"But what exactly is going on with her?"

"We don't really know, she suddenly appeared in a some small village, and almost got killed. Then she got shipped here in a soundproof container, restrained and cuffed like a serial killer or something. It's our job to find out what the hell is wrong with her. We've been instructed to not interact with her in ANY way."

Alice looked back at the camera footage of the girl just vacantly staring at nothing, smiling. How can she be so dangerous?

The rest of the week was long and tedious. Alice and Hanna did tests on "Depravity", at least they tried to. They spoke to her through a one-way speaker, getting no response whatsoever. They tried to give her bread and water through a tube, but she was wholly uninterested in it, needing neither food or water... or a toilet, sleep or air. "What the everliving fuck is this thing?" Hanna turned the access to fresh air in the cell back on. "I was afraid that would kill her, but she just... fucking smiles!"

Alice was just as confused- and intrigued. There was something about her; her red hair, her fake-looking freckles, her tik-tok esque makeup. She definitely looked just like some random E-Girl from Instagram, she looked so human... so... cute.

Over the weekend, Alice was only thinking about whatever this "Depravity" was. Why was she called that? Alice was invited to a party by her friends, but she didn't go. She just sat at home, thinking about this strange girl. When monday came, Alice was determined to do something drastic.

"Hey Alice, you look different. New makup routine?"

"Not really. I don't know? I guess i used more makup than usual."

While talking to Hannah, she secretly stole her keycard. Then she waited for Hannahs break, seizing the opportunity.

She walked towards the thick door, her heart pounding. She had to know, she just had to see her in person.

Alice opened the door, and there she was, just sitting there, staring as usual, paying no attention to her guest.

Alice walked closer and expected her to suddenly scream or jump. Alice stood there for a good minute, realizing that... nothing is happening.

The more she looked at the girl, the more she realized that it's just that: a girl. Nothing special... merely a girl... a cute, sexy, totally not special- Alice snapped out of it. "What are you? Who are you?"

No response. Alice grew a little impatient, annoyed. "Listen, i know you're just pretending to be mute!"

No response, not even a glance.

Something brew inside Alice's mind. "Hey! I'm talking to you, you bitch!" Alice realized what she just said, but couldn't bring herself to apologize. There was something growing in her, some kind of hatred, some kind of superiority.

"You're just a girl! Just a dumb fucking girl!"

Why was she insulting her? It felt so right, so just. It was heavy in the air around Depravity, some kind of slut-aura. An invisible draw, an athmosphere, like positively and negatively charged atoms. A screaming, glowing difference in power dynamics. Alice noticed the girls smile widening. Alice snapped.

"Oh yeah, you like this, you slut?"

The girl looked at Alice, her eyes piercing into her head, injecting her venom.

"Fuck, what... is going on?"

Alice took the leash and detached it from the wall, the other end still on Depravitys neck.

"I get it now... I understand what you are! You're a slut, an object. Just... a whore!"

Depravity just smiled her usual smile, satisfied.

Alice yanked on the leash hard, sending Depravity to the floor. Depravity grinned, letting out a mix between chuckle and moan.

"You're so fucking dumb. Look at you!"

Alice kneeled beside Depravity, holding her head up by her hair. "Dumb slut!" Alice spit in her face, Depravity eagerly trying to lick it up.

Alice spent the next few minutes spitting, insulting, kicking and... biting... groping... kissing...

Their eyes met again and Alice felt her memories melt, shift and contort, her personality slowly swallowed up by a black hole.

It slowly dawned on her, minute by minute. While groping and kissing the dumb slut, she noticed a pattern. Alice was also pretty, and had typical E-Girl makeup... She also had a sexy figure and nice, small but perky boobs. Alice noticed that she didn't want to insult her any more. They were the same.

Hannah returned, making the mistake of leaving the door open. "Alice?! What the fuck are you doing?!" Hannah now stood in the doorway.

Alice, half-aware, glanced at Hannah. She couldn't answer, her ability to speak already traded in for the knowledge of it's obsolence. Sluts don't talk, they just smile.

Hannah tried to pry the two whores apart, to no avail. One of Alice's hand was in Depravitys pants, the other grabbed her hair. Depravity groped Alice's boobs, frequently yanking on Alice's hair as well. They giggled and moaned, dumb animals.

"Alice, what has gotten into you?! You're behaving like a slut!"

Depravity looked into Hannahs eyes. Hannah was right. They were sluts.

Hannah yanked on Depravitys leash while pulling on Alice's hair.

In Hannahs eyes, the experiment was a success.

She spit in Alice's face. She was so cute...

[fairyhaos]

❍ the 2k event: minghao + galleries

alternative title: most beautiful art

pairing: minghao x gn!reader

genre: non-idols, fluff, established relationship, art galleries, proposal au

word count: 1877

warnings: pet names (love, darling)

event taglist: @slytherinshua @rubywonu @pepperonijem @amxlia-stars @weird-bookworm @hannyoontify @my-moarmy-heart @suminsfav @minhui896 @haocovr @lockburn-castle @sweet-like-caramel @horanghae8 @graybaeismytae @karionice @hopetiger10 @shuabby1994 @yonabutnotyuna @lvlystars @k-drama-adict @onedumbho3 @sluttyhansol @haowrld

Art galleries aren't your thing, but they are Minghao's. 

"I think you're a little insane for this," he tells you, half-seriously, but the fondness and wonder is evident in the undercurrent of his voice, and you laugh, watching your boyfriend as he slowly drifts towards the first of the artworks in the room. 

"Insane only for you, my darling," you say teasingly, but he looks back at you with a smile all the same. You shrug, casual, like this is no big deal. "I have friends who have friends in high places. I know how to pull strings in order to hire an art gallery for a couple of hours."

Minghao's eyes widen at that, straightening from where he's bending down to read a plaque. "A couple of hours?" When you only grin wider, he shakes his head in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve ever loved you more than I do right now.”

You laugh, putting your hands in the pockets of your dress pants with a bashful shrug. “I know how much you’ve wanted a private viewing in this gallery.”

“I have,” he says, face softening as he walks over to you and kisses you quickly, before grinning, wider than you’ve ever seen him grin before, his expression glowing with an almost childish giddiness. “And if you need me, I’ll be… somehwere.”

With that, he disappears through the several archways into another room, lost into the worlds of paints and marble and stories.

You smile, heart feeling so full to bursting, happy that your boyfriend looks happy. His birthday is coming up soon, but that isn’t the reason that you’ve gone to all the effort to hire this art gallery, just for the two of you, for an obscene amount of money. Oh, no. This is for something a little bit bigger.

You’re planning to propose.

Slowly, you wander through the rooms, keeping an eye out for where Minghao is, smiling impossibly wide as you watch him take pictures in the empty gallery, very clearly enjoying himself immensely. Art galleries have a certain ambience that is rather nice, you suppose. With all the gilded frames and wooden floors and the entire aura of beauty and delicacy and riches, it really would make a nice place to propose.

Everything is all planned out. In the center showroom of the gallery, you’ve managed to ask them to empty it out completely. In your pocket, the velvet ring case sits comfortably against your thigh, a warm secret you’re planning on exposing very, very soon. And in your heart, there resides a mess of nerves, but also hope, hope that everything will turn out well.

You’ve been dating for years now, and you’re both settled, and talks of marriage have been skirted around for at least a year. Minghao will smile and shake his head whenever you bring it up, and an excited giddiness rises up inside you every time you think of what his reaction will be of you proposing to him.

“Y/N, love, come look at this!”

Your head snaps up at Minghao’s voice, and you automatically find yourself gravitating towards it, drifting across the room to where he is. “I’m coming!”

Well, you don’t have long to wait to find out. Somewhere, waiting up in the CCTV room, there’s Junhui, who’s watching and waiting for your go-signal so that he can launch your proposal surprise.

But until then, you’ll enjoy this gallery date with your boyfriend, his arm linked with yours.

———————————— 🌃

You’re hiding something, and Minghao knows it.

He knows it for two reasons: number 1 being that you’re unusually jumpy, and number 2 being that you’re actually paying attention to the art.

He’s brought you to countless museums and art galleries before, sometimes against your will, most of the time with you agreeing to go. But he’s noticed that you never really look all that closely at the artworks. Mostly, you’re following him around, taking pictures of him, chattering thoughtfully or staying silent.

But as he watches you squint unusually hard at one oil painting portrait, he decides that you’re definitely hiding something from him.

“Darling?”

You flinch, and then lift your head up to look at him, eyes bright under the gallery lights as you beam. “Yes, my love?”

Minghao looks at you for a long moment, before just smiling and extending his hand out to you. He smiles wider as your eyes light up even more, and you walk over to him without questioning, grasping his outstretched hand and interlacing your fingers together.

Well, really, if you keep smiling at him like that forever, then he kind of thinks that it'll be okay for you to keep your secret for however long you want.

He leans in and kisses your cheek, softly, chuckling as you scrunch your nose at the action. “Let’s keep going, he says, squeezing your hand. “Two hours isn’t as long as you think.”

“That’s true,” you say thoughtfully, and follow dutifully as he leads you out of the room and into another. “In which case, why don’t we go to the center showroom now? They probably have all of the best stuff, right?”

“Sure,” Minghao says, guiding you through the rooms. He looks back at you, once, and then slows down, the smile on his face spreading.

You stop too, the confusion evident on your face, before Minghao steps into your space and brushes the finger of his other hand over your cheek, and then kissing you softly. It’s a short kiss, short and sweet, but you smile against his lips almost instantly, melting into him as the finger on your cheek turns into a whole hand. He cradles your face, delicate, and lets out a quiet laugh as you hum in content when he pulls away.

“I love you,” he says, low and sincere. “And I always will. I’ve loved you for too long to stop loving you now.”

“Goodness, look at you getting all cheesy on me,” you say teasingly, the adoration clear as day in your gaze as he brushes his thumb over your cheek once before letting you go, walking back through the gallery once more. “I guess I managed to turn the Xu Minghao into a softie, hm?”

Minghao fakes an exasperated sigh, his own lips twitching upwards in fondness. “I guess you really have.”

He finally arrives to a room that leads into the center showroom, but then his steps slow in confusion as he takes in the sight through the archways. He frowns, confusion giving way to concern and worry.

“Y/N,” he says slowly, “Why is this room empty?”

You just smile, and release his hand. You take a step back, and then gesture for him to walk into the showroom. “Go on,” you encourage. “It’ll make sense in a minute, I promise.”

Minghao tilts his head, lips twisted in bewilderment, but he does as you ask. He walks into the room, slowly, looking around for anything suspicious. But he can’t see anything, and he stops in the middle of the room to look back at you. You’re standing at the entranceway, and your smile looks like it’s trembling. If Minghao didn’t know any better, he’d say you were sad.

But he does know better, has known you for years, and knows that when your eyes sparkle like that, you're not sad, but excited.

“Perfect,” you breathe out, and suddenly all the lights go off in the room, save for a spotlight directly over Minghao.

He blinks, startled. “Y/N?”

“Minghao,” you return, smiling wider. “Hao, what do you think the most beautiful piece of art in the world is?”

Minghao simply gapes, open-mouthed, trying to understand what’s going on.

“Is it one of your own paintings?” you ask. “Is it a painting at all? Maybe it’s a sculpture. A collage. A dance piece.” You step forward, slowly. “Art can come in many forms. Beauty comes in many forms.” You interlace your fingers together, gradually making your way across the threshold and into the showroom. “Hao. Guess what I think the most beautiful art in the world is.”

Minghao shakes his head. “I don’t know.” His heart is pounding: he doesn’t know what you’re doing.

“It’s you,” you say, and your words are warm and he sees the way your eyes positively light up at your own confession. “Ever since the day we met, it’s always been you. You, with your wit and your sarcasm and your gentleness and your… well, your everything. You’ve always been the most beautiful thing in the world to me.”

“Me?” The cogs are turning in Minghao’s brain, trying to work out what you’re doing as you continue to step even closer to him, until you’re almost at the edges of the light of his spotlight.

You stop, right before you can step into the circle of light. “The center showroom is for special artworks,” you say. “For special exhibitions, too. Special visits, from special people, who might be interested in the artwork, who find themselves enamoured by it, and want to spend years gazing at the artwork that most catches their eye.” You pause, and then smile. “It’s for special proposals, of a sorts.”

Finally, finally, everything clicks. Minghao’s eyes widen as he watches you reach into your pocket and slowly get down on one knee in front of him.

“Oh,” he says, stunned. “You’re…”

“Xu Minghao," you say, and your voice is shaking, but your eyes are brighter than a thousand stars. "I love you. Perhaps more than I've ever loved anyone, or anything, before. And I promise to cherish you, to appreciate you, and to show you that love for as long as the two of us live, if you're willing."

You swallow, take a deep breath, and then beam up at him, opening the little velvet box in your hands to reveal a diamond engagement ring. 

"Minghao," you say softly, voice quietened with nerves, "will you marry me?"

There's a heavy moment as Minghao simply stares down at you, speechless, hand over his mouth. And then he nods, vigorously, pulling you to your feet and cradling your face in his hands. 

"Yes! Oh, of course," he breathes, and then wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck. "Of course. I love you. I love you."

He repeats it over and over as he rubs circles into your back, feeling the way you shake in his arms, his own mind still reeling over the fact that he's just been proposed to. By the love of his life. 

You're murmuring "I love you"s right back at him, and his heart swells as he pulls away and lets you slide the ring on his finger, lips twitching upwards in both amusement and sheer joy. 

He looks up from his hand to your face, and under the bright light of the spotlight, you look like you're glowing, both with happiness and a beautiful, angelic light. 

"For the record," Minghao says, as his newly ringed left hand cups your cheek and the other rests against your waist, "in my opinion, you're the most beautiful piece of art too."

And then he leans in, and your fiancé's lips against yours are utter bliss. 

[hand-written-dreams]

CRIMSOM SHADE

Chapter 05

Bitter Hearts and Burning Ashes

What do you want from me?

Why don't you run from me?

What are you wondering?

What do you know?

- ( The song of the Chapter is ''Bury a friend" by Billie Eilish)

"You are going to work for me."

His cold eyes fix on her scowling ones. 

"He’s gotta be fucking kidding me," Khushi scoffs while her brain processes his words. It’s atrocious.

"Excuse me."

He shrugs as if it's already decided, as if it's inevitable.

Khushi lets out a sarcastic laugh. "Wow, didn’t realize I was in the market for a new boss. Thanks for the offer though, but my calendar is pretty full."

Unbothered, he just stares at her with his arm crossed across his chest. “If he led you to me, he can lead others to me as well. I don’t want my name dragged somewhere it shouldn’t be. I want you to find him for me, " he states as if he were talking to a child.

"Why me? Don't you have an entire IT Department at your disposal?"

“I don’t want Mr. Rathore finding out before I know exactly what I’m dealing with. An attack on me is an attack on him as well."

“And you can’t buy one competent IT employee to keep his mouth shut?”

“Why would I when I can get it done for free?”

“Didn’t know the great ASR was such a cheapo,” she snaps back immediately.

A ghost of a smirk threatens to curve in the corner of his lips, the tiniest of smirks, "I am actually doing you a favour, giving you a chance to find him yourself. "

"You know Mr.Raizada, your ego’s so massive, I’m surprised it doesn’t have its own zip code or a country, maybe even a national anthem." She looks at him so matter-of-factly that it almost feels like she’s stating the obvious.

Truth be told, his faint, teasing, barely-there smirk irritates the hell out of her. She wants to wipe that off his face. "And why would I need your 'favour' to find him?" she says, making air quotes around the word 'favour'. "I can find him myself."

"Hmm, Sure you can. I assume you have access to a highly protected network, plenty of cutting-edge encrypted gadgets and a satellite feed, right?" he says, raising a finger for each. His phone beeps in his pocket, momentarily diverting his attention.

What is it about Khushi that makes a guy two times hotter to her when he talks tech?

No, Khushi. Focus.

He is a trouble,

No matter how much tech he’s talking, No matter how cool his tech is.

Her internal monologue is interrupted by a small voice in the back.

"But Khushi, he said he can give you access to a satellite."

Every neuron of her brain, every single one of them, jumps at the idea and for a brief second, every one of them just... swoons. Her inner coder is tempted to reroute the current conversation to a different stream entirely. But no, that would be reckless.

"Engrave this in your mind, Khushi. I’m only saying it once. Mr.Raizada is like a Trojan horse, an unpredictable bug. If he crashes your Central Processing Unit, no amount of trouble-shooting would help you. Remember that," she scolds herself in silence.

Mr. Raizada, oblivious to her internal struggle, remains focused on his phone, the glow illuminating his features with an aura of confidence that only heightens her frustration. Shaking her head, she contemplates her next move for a couple of minutes, torn between her better judgment and the thrill of his cool tech gadgets.

“Miss Gupta, we need to wrap this up real quick. I have a meeting to catch," he states absentmindedly while typing on his phone.

"What if I say no?"

This time, her phone beeps with an incoming message. He glances at her, arching an eyebrow as if inviting her to check it. She unlocks the screen. It's a CCTV video of her, pinned against the wall by him in his room. Her voice says, coming from the screen, "The information the bastard of a hacker stole from me. It contains various pieces of evidence against the crimes Mr. Jha and the Serpents committed. I know he sold them to you. I want them back. I worked day and night to collect all of them." Her face is clear, as is her voice.

"Eww, do the girls you take to your room know about that?"

The moment that line leaves her mouth, regret floods in. Why, brain? Why is that the first thing you choose to process about this video? It is totally beyond her comprehension. Her brain does crazy shit like that sometimes.

Something akin to amusement flashes through his eyes for a split second. If she weren’t watching so intently, she might have missed it.

"You are the only lucky girl who'd the privilege. "

Huh.

She blinks.

"Oh, please." She doesn’t hold back the eye roll this time. A wave of heat rushes to her face. She bites her lips, feeling the heat spreading up her neck. She gives herself a mental shake. The last thing she wants to speculate is what Mr. Raizada does or doesn’t do in that room, preferably nothing involving the opposite sex........Shit.

No, nothing involving sex either.

Damn it.

"Khushi, enough with the mental gymnastics," she mutters to herself. And, then... "Wait a second, how did you get my number?"

He takes a deep breath, as if trying to gather some patience, then rubs the side of his temple with his thumb. Mr.Raizada has a scar under his right eyebrow, complete with stitch marks and all. It is old, almost easy to miss. It makes him seem darker, more dangerous. It adds just the right amount of menace to his otherwise polished, meticulously crafted exterior.

"You have no idea who you're talking to, do you?"

She stares at him, unblinking.

"It’s not exactly rocket science to find a phone number these days."

"How?"

He sighs, "Mr. Mathur found it out for me. And it doesn’t hurt that I own the network company you’re using."

Of course. There are hardly any big companies in this city where Rathore Industries didn’t have a stake. Fantastic.

Khushi can tell this is somehow important to Mr. Raizada. He wouldn’t be wasting so much energy on her if it weren’t. Maybe she can spin this to her advantage.

"What do I get in return? The most that video can do is get me killed. I don't fear death."

He lets out a short chuckle, "Liar."

She glares at him and in response, he just challenges her with that condescending look on his face.

"You find him, and I'll kill him for you."

She scoffs, "I can do it myself."

"Really? How many people have you

killed?"

The "bang" of the gunshot still echoes in her head, the memory vivid. Why is everything today dragging her back to that moment? She clenches her teeth nearly grinding them down. At this rate, she might not have any left by the end of this meeting. Arnav Singh Raizade sure knows how to pull her strings. Her next words come out laced with fury,

"I can fill today's quota with you."

"Sure, be my guest.

Exasperated by his antics, she spins on her heel and begins walking, desperate to leave the scene as quickly as possible. But once again, she finds herself flat against another surface, this time, his chest. His grip is firm, bending her arms behind her back as their chests are pressed tightly together.

"When I’m talking, don’t you dare turn your back on me," he growls as his hard eyes bore into hers.

"You can't make me work for you. I don't owe you shit, Mr. Raizada. Get your hands off me."

His grip tightens. "I don’t want to touch you any more than you want to be touched."

"Really?!" she rolled her eyes, sarcasm dripping from her words. "The two times we’ve met, it’s clear how much you hate touching me. You are particularly allergic."

She wiggles. He doesn't flinch.

She squirms. He doesn't flinch.

She twists. He doesn't flinch.

Not even a damn inch.

After cursing him for a thousand deaths in her head, she lets out through her struggle, “Is pinning people to flat surfaces your favourite hobby? If it is, it’s despicable.”

He towers over her, not moving, not speaking, not even blinking. His jaw set like stone.

"You’re nothing like the women I enjoy pinning. I certainly don’t hate them."

"Well, newsflash, Sherlock, I hate you too," she fires back instantly.

"Hate is too weak a word to describe the disdain I have for you." he grits out, his lips curling into a low, feral snarl. "I despise you, "

The sheer venom in his tone makes her flinch. She blinks in disbelief, taken aback by the utter hatred in his eyes. She had expected some level of animosity, given their families' rivalry. But this is different. It feels personal.

Her glare sharpens. "Why? Just because our families are enemies? That doesn’t give you the right to misbehave with me like that.”

His arms tighten around her, drawing them even closer together. Her heart pounds as panic sets in. His eyes lock onto hers. It's dark, darker than ever, mixed with a wild unexplained hunger, that sends shivers down her spine. It’s the most untamed reaction she has ever seen on his face since their paths crossed.

He leans closer, lips almost at her ear. His voice is a rough whisper brushing against her skin. “I haven’t even begun to misbehave yet, Miss Gupta."

She gulps but refuses to let him intimidate her. After a few moments of heart-pounding silence and a stare-down battle, he lets her go and steps back, the cold mask slipping back into place as if it has never faltered, as if he hasn’t just pinned her against him, as if he isn’t the asshole he is. His eyes grew harder with each passing second as she watched him take a deep, steadying breath.

She stands on shaky legs, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes shoot daggers at him while her fists tighten. Her body trembles with barely suppressed rage. The impulse to find the magazine to load her gun and shoot him is so profound, it nearly brings her to her knees. Shaking her head, she squares her shoulders and lifts her chin defiantly as their eyes lock.

"You’re a jerk. Stay the fuck away from me. I don’t give a damn why the hell he tried to frame you. Both of you can rot in hell for all I care."

This time, when she spins around toward the street, he doesn’t stop her. She slips into her car and shifts into reverse, about to pull out onto the road. She doesn't realize he has come out of the building as well. In the rearview mirror, she catches a glimpse of him, standing there with both hands tucked into his pants pockets. A picture of calm and collected. Unbothered and unfazed.

Through the glass,

His eyes lock onto hers.

His brown to her hazel.

Fire meets fire.

She sees something flicker in his dark, cold orbs while nothing crosses his face. It vanishes like a mirage in the desert, like it was never there.

She drives away. She doesn’t let herself focus on anything but the way her fingers grip the steering wheel. She doesn't let herself feel anything but the blood pounding in her ears.

And, most importantly, she doesn't let herself look back in the rearview mirror.

Not at all.

Not even a single time.

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! I’d love to hear your thoughts and predictions for what comes next.

See you soon

Meanwhile, stay healthy, stay beautiful.

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BJYX - Thursday Madness ( 12/7/23 )

I don’t know what’s with this date that they both decided to attack us with updates. We were prepared for WYB, because the event was planned tho he still surprised us with some bits. I swear when I saw the alert on my phone for XZS update I was 🫢🫢🫢. They are both feeding us so well.

Here’s my attempt at doing a recap of the candies ( and other things ) we got today. This may not be all inclusive, I only added the popular ones being talked about.

let this lovely boy invite you in….

Our day started pretty early when WYB posted on his Weibo. All of the attendees of the event were actually sharing some pre show photos on their accounts and some of us were waiting what’s he gonna post. Everyone else were sharing professional photos but then WYB goes ahead and shares a b&w photo that tells us he is still in bed 😂😂😂 this bitch. I also feel like he didn’t want to shoot outside the exclusive “town” cause there are people going around and they may crowd if he does opening shooting. The night he arrived, 12/6, everyone saw Lele / Yanyan around but no WYB. So he was really trying to not be seen unless it was time for the show.

The photo itself is kinda mysterious tbh. It’s like something you can send to your s/o and be — “im waiting for you” HAHAHAHAHA! Tho I think for WYB he can send a more explicit one to XZ 🫢🫢🫢 So we get the PG version. What we noticed is the channel he is tuned in is CCTV 5. He said this in an interview with XZ, that when he is alone, he keeps the TV open with CCTV 5 and Volume 3. So he’s still doing it! Also, this was taken using his Leica M11 b&w. I feel so happy knowing that! He is still on his photography hobby. Too bad he couldn’t go around the venue cause i bet there are lots of sights to see. The Leica CPN is only getting stronger. ☺️ ( I have already talked about the Leica CPN at length, so just search it on my blog ). Side note, even if the photo was so simple it went on HS #7 lol. His power.

Then it was time for WYB to make his appearance and he didn’t disappoint. First of all, he was in YELLOW. BXG color. Yeah, it could be a stylist choice or whatever. But this is a clowning space and I think we are free to interpret it as a sign for us.

But what’s more glaring is his hat. It looks so much like the one he wore at CQL concert & fan meet. Also reminds us of the whole One Piece CPN between them ( the post i’m linking is a starter but there has been more examples since like this one ).

To be fair, WYB is someone who loves a good old hat/cap. from his bucket hats & caps — that is more for anonymity. It also extends to his performances like 11/11 finesse or the initial photoshoot for ROMW. What i’m saying is, we should not forget the fact that this is his personal preference as well and not entirely because of candy. Tho I have to say that the style is interesting. Why does it have to be so close to that? It’s like he is bringing us back memory lane.

WYB is honestly so beautiful today. He always is but there was something about his aura. He is chill. He was genuinely interested and i found it sweet of him, during the boat ride, he was clapping for Rocco, like applauding him for the event i guess. In the meantime, on Weibo, the top hot search were people criticizing the “boat” thing on GQ ( literally something like GQ boat embarrassment was the tag ) As soon as the live started it went on 1 or 2. I don’t know if Bobo saw that but I just like how he showed his appreciation to Rocco, and by extension, his team. That’s just my interpretation and it could be a completely different thing but knowing WYB, he is very generous with acknowledging people.

I also want to address another “candy” some cpfs are laughing about, it’s a fancam where Rocco moves to sit with WYB before the boat sailed and WYB smiled and said no. They were interpreting that as WYB doesn’t want Rocco to sit with him. Speculating that as he doesn’t want to get close cause ZZ will be jealous. But if you look at it, he was asked if he wants to switch seats. WYB declined. He was okay with his position. I guess some people have some beef with Rocco & GQ and that’s fine. However, what we feel about certain things is not the same as what the boys would feel. I also think that at this point, It’s in WYB’s best interest to have a good relationship with people in the industry. For example him attending 10c Starlight, even if a lot of his so/os hate Tencent ( and with good reason ok sure ). He is only extending his reach and it’s better to not burn bridges.

That got serious, so here, have some comparison between the gremlin in 2018 to now. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

I was cackling at the comments that they should have invited XZ so they can be paired up and quarrel for 9 mins 😂😂😂😂

NEXT UP IS GG’s VLOG. I don’t know why it slipped my mind, they usually post on Thursdays, but anyway —

The first thing is the BGM for the exercise section of the vlog Hans Zimmer/Richard Harvey《Preparation》 which was used in the 2015 movie The Little Prince. A favorite CPN symbol among us. Another glaring one is Uptown Funk. Hello. Bruno Mars? That’s WYB’s thing. Yes, ZZ has his own team who edits these but I am one of those that believes ZZ approves the final cut. He is also asked about certain choices cause let’s be honest — his suggestions matter cause he knows what looks good. He is a professional in that aspect too.

Next is his hand held fan! It’s the same brand but a different design. They finally upgraded!!!! 🥹🥹

This scene (p1) with ZZ’s fondness for leaning on railings and balconies. It reminds me of the fake rumor before that WYB hates it when he does that.

XZ has a habit of lying on the balcony guardrail in a daze. Sometimes on a higher floor, WYB feels unsafe and won’t let XZ get close to the guardrail. Except for shooting, XZ is prohibited from approaching the balcony guardrail.

I would have loved to get some more day to day bits of his vacation cause there is usually more candy in that. I want to see him roaming around, like this part, these two love to mimic what they see and take a photo beside it. Tho this is mostly GG’s thing. They really have the same braincell.

LASTLY, Let’s discuss XZS 🤝 YBO.

XZS starts talking about the hot wind, which is most likely talking about the weather in Singapore. But then minutes later, here comes YBO talking about a comfortable breeze. Lol. The the hot could also allude to that “summer” since WYB decided to remind us all with his photo and hat. Then YBO’s caption, drawing more attention to his hat, knowing that CPFs are clowning over it.

and what time did they post their last set for the day?? 00:38. These clowns. Zhan Bo. 🫢

Some are saying it’s out of character for XZS to post stuff like this when there is an event going on. For example today, the hot search is filled with talk about GQ. Which I can agree on to some degree, but his team have been posting mostly on Thursdays and they are already “due” for a vlog. However, when they have a vlog ready, the fans can usually see it on Weibo, we know that there will be something coming and i didn’t see any talk of that today. Or maybe i missed it? Others are clowning that this is his “answer” to WYB’s strong candy today, i personally don’t think so but it’s all good for us cause we have so much content!!!!! 💛

BONUS: this transition 👀👀👀👀. Their editors are dating!!!!!!

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MAJOR SPOILERS FOR AA: DUAL DESTINIES UNDER THE CUT :D

i finished the game this morning, i’m on 5 hours of sleep, i stayed up all night playing it because i got way too invested.

NOT ONCE. NOT ONCE DID I SUSPECT THAT IDIOT OF A DETECTIVE. IT WAS ONLY UNTIL THE VERY LAST MINUTE THAT I REALISED. i felt absolutely sick to my stomach when i realised. i don’t even know why i trusted him so much, i literally thought he was just irrelevant to everything. there were NO HINTS. my brain absolutely HURT

hell, even I HAD DOUBTS about athena. i thought perhaps the murder was just a huge mistake. i figured out that athena must have been the one to put her mothers body on the operating table because she would think it could fix her, but i was in the dark about everything else. the MINUTE athena talked about blood getting on the handle, i knew it couldn’t have been her, i was so relieved.

i cannot begin to tell you the absolute CHILLS i got when miles revealed that the real bobby fulbright is DEAD. and had been for a year. that was the most chilling thing i’ve heard in this franchise so far and i don’t even know why it got to me so much. i think it was the thought of how the real fulbright had family, and nobody confirmed his death for a whole year, so that family was wondering where he had gone. it hit me right in the feels cuz personal experience :,) i don’t even know if that fact is true, it’s just something i thought of.

this case was absolutely amazing. usually i (and i’m sure many others) can figure out the culprit just before the final trial, but i was left in the dark for so long. even when that cctv image of the phantom showed up, i knew it had to be somebody we already knew, because why would they introduce a new person so late into a case? so i looked at every profile hard, AND WHEN I GOT TO FULBRIGHT’S, I RULED HIM OUT, SIMPLY BECAUSE I COULDNT LINK HIM TO THE MURDER 7 YEARS AGO. i was at such a loss on who it could have been.

and then, the one statement aura had after establishing the escape route. and i froze. this is by far the best case in the franchise, i couldnt stop playing even if i wanted to. there were so many bone chilling moments, like the emotions overload from blackquill, the NO emotions from the phantom, the messing around with emotions from him, finding out who he was posing as, him getting straight up sniped in the courtroom, apollo questioning athena.

and GOD SPEAKING OF APOLLO the way he just suffered alone i cAANTT ugghh. and poor athena… she was just a kid T^T

also i revoke my previous statement about blackquill. he’s a good guy. can be annoying, but he’s good at heart. i enjoyed his character in the end. i can’t imagine how furious he must have been when his phantom of 7 years was right under his nose the entire time. blackquill did everything to protect athena and i found it so endearing, i love what they have, it’s so sweet. i think i just need to learn to give prosecutors a chance, because i always dislike them until the finale, then when their motives are revealed, i see sense and i like them.

i was so angry i didn’t get to see the phantom’s face, but after sleeping on it i’ve realised that’s actually better than seeing his face. i dunno it just feels more right for his true face to mean nothing.

so, to conclude my ramble, what a game. so worth me staying up all night til 10am for :] i don’t think anything can top that, but i’ll be pleasantly surprised if it happens

i may follow up this post with some video reactions i clipped, we’ll see :D

[icariebzh]

C’est le moment d’en apprendre un peu plus, entre coupe de cheveux, pétards et menu du réveillon.

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Le Nouvel An lunaire est également appelé « Fête de la Lune » ou « Fête du Têt » (au Vietnam). Il est célébré dans une grande partie de l’Asie de l’Est et du Sud-Est (Hong Kong, Taiwan, Vietnam, Singapour, Corée, Malaisie et Tibet) mais également partout dans le monde grâce à sa diaspora. Cette journée si importante tombe le premier jour du calendrier luni-solaire et sa date, qui change chaque année, se situe généralement entre la fin du mois de janvier et la mi-février.

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Les festivités durent quinze jours, à partir de la nouvelle lune, jusqu’à la première pleine lune, marquée par la Fête des Lanternes. À New York, Vancouver, Londres, Sidney ou encore Paris, elles réunissent les communautés asiatiques mais boostent également le tourisme autour de temps forts comme les défilés de danse du lion et du dragon.

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Le 22 janvier 2023, nous entrons dans l’année du lapin (ou chat) d'eau.  Le 10 février 2024, ce sera l'année du Dragon de bois.

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Le Nouvel An lunaire se célèbre la veille au soir, comme Noël ou Kippour. Cette réunion familiale est un incontournable. Le réveillon se déroule autour d’un repas qui varie selon les pays. En Chine, on mange des raviolis à la viande (parce que l’année a été prospère), du poisson, des clémentines ou des nouilles (pour la longévité). Au Vietnam, on déguste un gâteau au riz gluant, haricots mungo et viande parfumée.

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La tradition veut que l’on célèbre ce passage à la nouvelle année dans son foyer, en famille, sous peine de se porter malchance. Ainsi, il faut s’attendre à de grandes migrations partout en Asie, où les grandes villes se vident pour que leurs habitants retournent dans leurs provinces. En Chine, des centaines de millions de personnes prennent quelques jours de congés (entre une semaine et dix jours) et se déplacent en train, en avion, en voiture ou en bateau, créant des embouteillages monstres.

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Les pétards, allumés après le souper, font fuir Niang, un esprit maléfique. Plus on fait de bruit, meilleure sera l’année. Cependant, depuis quelques temps, les pétards et feux d’artifices utilisés par les particuliers sont de plus en plus restreints par mesure de sécurité mais aussi afin de limiter la pollution.

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Le premier jour de l’An, on présente ses vœux aux aînés, en tout premier, puis à ses proches. On porte du rouge par superstition. Le rouge, symbole de joie, de prospérité et de bonne santé, est ainsi partout : sur les portes des maisons, les décorations dans les rues, et même les sous-vêtements. Par ailleurs, toute parole, toute action aura une répercussion sur l’année qui débute.

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On offre de petites enveloppes rouges contenant de l’argent aux plus jeunes. Cela leur apportera la prospérité. Ces enveloppes peuvent également s’échanger entre amis ou à destination des célibataires et sont désormais passées au numérique. En 2017, 46 milliards de dons ont été enregistrés sur WeChat en six jours. Attention, en Chine, le chiffre 4 représente la mort, alors on évite ses multiples !

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Les présentateurs Arthur et Patrick Sébastien ont leur égal en Chine. Le soir du réveillon, tous les Chinois sont devant CCTV, chaîne d’État, qui enregistre chaque année plus de 700 millions de téléspectateurs (en comparaison, le Super Bowl américain réunit un peu plus de 100 millions de personnes). Chants populaires, sketchs, performances acrobatiques et stars locales sont toujours de la partie. Même chose au Vietnam, sur HTV (au sud) ou VTV (au nord). Sur cette dernière chaîne, les Vietnamiens regardent en direct la cérémonie où l’on sonne la cloche du Temple de la montagne de jade et où les moines et officiels jettent des poissons dans le lac Hoan Kiem.

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Les portes et les fenêtres sont ouvertes jusqu’à minuit, afin de laisser l’année écoulée s’en aller. D’ailleurs, on laisse également derrière soi son ancienne coupe de cheveux en allant chez le coiffeur avant le Nouvel An, pour débuter l’année en beauté. Le jour même : interdiction de faire le ménage, au risque de balayer la bonne fortune !

Article initialement publié dans le magazine Koï, numéro 15, janvier-février 2020.

[goldenworldsabound]

hello :3 from the "if your s/i was canon" asks (with either rufus or treize or both actually): 💘🥰🤪

KITTY DAMMIT FEKWJHFKJEW BOTH??? FINE. FIIIIINE

💘: Why would people love your ship? Why would people dislike your ship? How might it start debates?

🥼Rufus - I think people adore that Rufus played himself with the whole thing, thinking he was sort of "fake dating" me but then fell head over heels fkjhafkjsa people also like that there's someone he can actually rely on. The both of us help each other in so many ways, and in different ways. And that's neat.

As far as dislike? It looks het. There's a massive unequal power dynamic (#problematic) and their relationship kicks into gear VERY quickly so I can imagine some might call it unrealistic. Also gets in the way of other ships that people are very fond of.

Yeah I think the debates would come from the unequal power dynamic and from the fact that Rufus did a lot of things prior to meeting Aura that were questionable - watching them through the CCTV whenever they were at work, punishing people who were mean to Aura, doing things in the background to benefit Aura...again, #problematic uwu

🔫Treize - that they can have different opinions and still love each other and make things work. Wendy is a force that can push back against him and stand on equal footing with him, and someone he doesn't get to control in the same ways he is able to exert influence over his friends. They are sweet to each other, but remain individuals.

Dislike!!! I imagine there would be a staunch section of fandom that feels making Une's crush one sided does her a massive disservice. Some folks might also dislike that we maintain our differing opinions and find that distasteful.

Debate would definitely come in the form of which of us holds correct views (the answer is neither and also both, moral greyness is the name of the game) and also I think whether it was fair for Treize to turn himself in to the Foundation knowing it would have consequences for Wendy.

🥰: How would someone who loved you portray you?

🥼Rufus - with a very careful eye for the way Aura has trauma. I think it's an easy thing for fans to overlook if they don't understand it. But someone who loves Aura would know that it's key to their character in many ways. Additionally, they'd make sure not to diminish Aura's intelligence, while still portraying them as emotional. Basically, keep them complex!

🔫Treize - careful attention to making sure their life isn't defined by Treize. Showing that they are just as thoughtful, deep, and intelligent as he is, and just as capable of understanding politics on a grand scale. Acknowledging and portraying their experience as a nonbinary person in a world that hasn't yet accepted that, rather than brushing it aside.

🤪: What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

🥼Rufus - cutesy and cries a lot kahfkdsahfks

🔫Treize - argumentative

[shinjis9]

I feel like it's so important to reiterate how lucky we are in Western communities right now to be LGBTQ+. In the US, while I won't deny there are states that are openly transphobic and hostile towards members of the gay community, most of us are accepting and in some places the most you'll get is someone grumbling loudly. It's really to the point where people forget that being gay is punishable by death.

I hate thinking about what happened the other day. I know I'm lucky to live where I am, be able to dress how I want and if people don't like it they'll just ignore me which is fine by me.

It was infuriating watching the CCTV footage and all the other photos and videos that surfaced of the incident in Hong Kong at the Diamond Hill mall. The kind of blind rage I want to go into. I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating when I say that I cried after watching the video, because it happened to someone way across the world from me.

But I think as traumatic and triggering the footage was, its existence shouldn't be hidden or erased.

The authorities and news outlet are trying to remain vague until further information has been acquired. But you know that kind of vague where it does an absolute disservice by lessening the intensity of the act.

The "mentally ill man randomly attacked two women at a mall" descriptions are aggravating to read. There's other security footage showing the 39 year-old man calmly examining and buying a knife from another store in the mall. The main CCTV video of the crime shows him beelining towards the obviously butch woman and stabbing her furiously while onlookers just cleared the hall.

Even if the man had never met them before, he had so many targets he could have chosen. Literally ANY other woman. But HK individuals have mentioned: they will go for the butch lesbians first, because they feel like these women have taken future wives from them like they were owed one.

Not only that. After he goes through the two of them he just stops and waits for the police to come. Even when faced with the riot shields he just calmly stands there with the aura of "take me away, I accomplished what I came here to do."

Fucking disgusting.

It's also appalling that I have not seen more coverage of this incident because it was so brutal. It's not like the couple were found dead after the crime, they have it on camera and everything.

And at the start of pride month as well?

Don't tell me that it's not misogyny and homophobia all wrapped in one.

Please remember how lucky some of us are and how we can freely express our identities. Others are not so lucky and need all the support they can get. Sometimes this support is as simple as not outing them to members of their community and understanding why they choose to hide, because in some cases they could get killed for something as innocuous as holding hands with their significant other in a public space and being gender non-conforming.