#birthday boy with his birthday lei

[exsqueezememacaroni]

glass shattering levels of high pitch

Mr. Bungle in Cologne, Germany 8/18/2000 X

[yandere-daydreams]

Not-So-Scary Moments With The Yan. Genshin Boys (Sumeru + Fontaine Edition).

Characters: Alhaitham, Neuvillette, Kaveh, Tighnari, Cyno, and Wriothesley.

Word Count: 2.7k.

TW: Borderline Shitposting, Prolonged Imprisonment, Varying Levels of Emotional and Physical Abuse, Codependency, Mentions of Stalking, and Unhealthy Relationships.

Alhaitham

It took Alhaitham about ten minutes to drag himself out of bed, his staggered footsteps audible through the thin walls of his apartment.

It took twenty for him to haul himself through his morning routine – water running somewhere in the distance and porcelain clattering against marble countertops as he washed his face and tried to work some life into himself. Alhaitham usually wasn’t so lethargic, but he’d had a rough week. There’d been a sudden influx of paperwork for the Akademiya’s sole scribe, and every second he didn’t spend buried under new legislation and requests for increased budging was, instead, dedicated to one of his many personal research projects. By the time he’d gotten home last night, it’d been all he could do to make sure you hadn’t starved to death and drag himself to bed.

He usually would’ve kept you waiting for a few more minutes, but an agitated grunt marked an end to his normal patterns. In a moment, he was braced against the doorway to his own study, his eyes narrowed half-hearted towards where you sat in his leather-padded chair, your feet propped on his desk. There was an book open in your lap – one of his, something about metaphysics and ley line abnormalities and how both tied into the Inazuman politics. He eyed it wearily before speaking, his voice still deep with exhaustion. “Where did you put my hearing aids?”

His tone was accusatory, his irritation visible. You put on your sweetest smile. “Where did you put my novellas?” you signed, thinking for a moment before adding, “Bitch?”

“They aren’t ‘novellas’, they’re—” He cut himself off with a scoff. “They’re filth. I don’t want you rotting your brain with smut.”

“The plots are very—”

“The plots are half-baked excuses for paper-thin characters to fondle each other in locations you can tell the author didn’t take the time to properly research and—” His gaze flickered to you, his frown deepening. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“You’ve read them?”

There was a long beat of silence.

Finally, he let out a labored sigh. “The dozen or so I couldn’t be bothered to throw away are in a cabinet underneath the kitchen sink. It’s locked – the code is your birthday. Now, where are my aids?”

“You fell asleep with them on last night,” you said aloud, abandoning his glorified textbook and pushing yourself to your feet. His hand shot to the side of his head, finding the metallic cuff only slightly displaced by having spent the better half of the night on his head. As you passed him, you paused, pressing a kiss into the corner of his scowl and pretending to ignore the muffled groan he let out in response.

Neuvillette

Of all the sights you thought you might see after arriving in your wonderous new nation, the Iudex of Fontaine standing over your drained bathtub with a look of potent remorse written across his expression was not one of them.

You’d imagined yourself strolling through the walls of the Opera Epiclese in vivid detail, been able to picture exactly what you might’ve seen standing below the Tower of Ipsissimus or above the bottomless pit that was the entrance to the Fortress of Meropide, but even after you’d found yourself in the smothering care of Monsieur Neuvillette, you never would’ve been able to conjure this sight. He usually insisted that you bathe together, going so far as to have an in-ground tub that could’ve easily been mistaken for a hot spring installed in his (until recently neglected) personal residence to better indulge the habit. Thankfully, the trial he’d been presiding over had run long today, and you’d been able to save yourself an hour of his calloused hands running over your body, of his eyes burning into your skin with a nearly inhuman focus. You knew he’d be disappointed. Irate, even, depending on how his trial swung.

You hadn’t expected him to be so… sulky about it.

Half-lidded eyes, a slight pout tugging at the corner of his lips as he lingered idly in the doorway between your shared bedroom and the in-suite bathroom. Steam and silence laid heavy in the air – the latter you were eventually forced to break as you fiddled with the hem of your robe. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, hoping more to break the tension than to make him think you were genuinely apologetic. “It was getting late, and I didn’t know when you were coming home. I didn’t think you’d take it so personally.” When he didn’t respond, you braced yourself for the worst. “If you’re angry, please say so. I… I’d rather get this over with now, if it’s all the same to you.”

His expression softened. He let out an airy sigh and, with only a moment of hesitation, closed the space between you. “I’m not angry.” A pair of lean arms wrapped around your waist, his face soon buried in the crook of your neck. You heard him inhale, and did what you could to suppress the shudder that ran up your spine at the thought of him basking in your scent. “I’ve just been… looking forward to it, I suppose. Your taste relaxes me.”

Immediately, you went rigid. “My… taste?”

“Mhm.”

“Neuvillette,” you started, very slowly, giving your own mind time to catch up to the dread slowly building in the pit of your stomach. “Have you been drinking my bathwater?”

He was quiet for a not inconsiderable amount of time.

Finally, he pulled away from you just far enough to speak. “…no?”

For your own sake, you decided to believe him.

Kaveh

“Kaveh.”

“Not now, treasure.”

“Go to bed.”

“I will, in another hour.”

“You need to get some sleep.”

“I’ve already told you – I’m fine.” He narrowed his eyes, expression contorted by concentration. “Knight to B4.”

“Kaveh,” you repeated, leaning across the table. “You were showing me your blueprints.”

“Oh.” He blinked several times, looking over the sheet of blue paper marked with chalk drawings and near indecipherable hand-writing. “Were you impressed?”

Your frown irked, but you swallowed back your exasperation and pushed yourself to your feet. Slowly, you took him by the hand and, when he failed to protest, guided him out of his own seat and towards the room you were usually restrained to, when he wasn’t home. He’d kept himself awake for the past two nights, every moment of the past forty-eight hours devoted to finishing his proposal for a wealthy commissioner’s summer mansion before its upcoming deadline and, now that the coffee had been drained from his system and his adrenaline had been given time to fade, he was practically a shell of a man – all dark circles and hunched posture and disheveled blonde hair.

Sleep deprivation was, by far, the worst thing he could inflict on himself. At least he was happy after he drunk himself into oblivion. This was just depressing; as miserable for him as it was for you.

With a dutifulness you shouldn’t have had to show to your lover-turned-stalker-turned-captor, you brought him to his bed and watched as he collapsed onto it, what little strength he had to hold himself up immediately dissolving. With a sigh, a roll of your eyes, you turned to leave, but a hand lashed out from the crumpled heap and caught you by the wrist. “Stay with me?” His voice was muffled by layers of sheets and blankets, but clear enough. “Please?”

Usually, his bids for affection were met with bitter neutrality or, on your worse days, spiteful condensation. Usually, you would’ve torn yourself out of his hold and made sure he knew that he’d ruined any chance of living out his little domestic fantasy the second he decided his obsession was worth more than your happiness. Usually, you would’ve hated him that much more for daring to ask.

But, he could barely hold his eyes open and when you failed to immediately recoil, the sloppiest, most lovesick smile you’d ever seen plastered itself across his lips. It was his turn to pull you forward, this time; to drag you onto his bed and into his chest. With a satisfied sigh, he slotted his chin against the dip of your shoulder and draped his arms around your waist – an old position. A relic of better times you’d never been strong enough to completely dicard. “When it’s time to draw up the plans for our home,” he mumbled, only half-audible. “I won’t so much as breathe until its perfect.”

You opened your mouth, but didn’t say anything.

He’d already fallen asleep.

Tighnari

He glanced once at the thick packet of ink-marked parchment you’d slammed in front of him before looking back to you, his expression disparaging. “And this is supposed to be…?”

“A custody agreement,” you answered, grinning. “Alhaitham put it together during his last visit.”

“We don’t have any kids.”

“It’s for Collei. If I ever leave you,” and, to be clear, you would be leaving him, as soon as you figured out how to get away from a man who poisoned your tea whenever you so much as suggested entertaining a future that didn’t include him, “I want weekends and summers.”

“She’s nineteen.”

“Which is why we’re letting her pick who she wants to spend holidays with.” You tapped the front page with your knuckles. “Honestly, dear, if you weren’t going to so much as read the documents, we could’ve scheduled this for another day.”

His ears twitched, his tail sweeping across the floor in irritation. “Even if this was legally binding – which, by the way, something assembled by a scribe would not be – I would never give you weekends. That’d be too much travelling for a girl in her condition, and I don’t want her to feel like she comes from a broken home. Moreover, according to Regulation #531 as passed by the Grand Sage last year, you would have to get Collei’s signature before—”

“Check page twenty-seven.”

You watched him scowl as he thumbed through the pages. A second later, his ears flattened against his scalp, and he took to muttering under his breath. “Traitor.”

“If you don’t want your aggression towards the dependent party used against you in court, I’d suggest you sign on page four, seventeen, and thirty-two.”

You left his villa half an hour later with a with a new imprint of his fangs on the side of your throat and a signed document in-hand.

Cyno

“You have kidnapped me.”

“Technically, I was only—”

“You’ve blackmailed me, imprisoned me, and tortured me.”

“You can’t still be hung up on—”

“You’ve branded me with your name, forced me into your bed, and made me play out all your delusional, fucked-up fantasies—” You took a deep breath, pursed your lips. “—but if you show up to a black-tie event wearing that, it will be the worst thing you’ve ever done to me.”

He looked down, as if considering his attire for the first time. He was in his usual uniform – which was to say, shirtless and barefoot, his hair windblown and a fine layer of sand still coating what little he was wearing. You could only be thankful his polearm wasn’t slung across his back, but you knew he’d make it past the door without it. “The way I dress has never been a problem before.”

“There’s a difference between hunting down rouge scholars and going to a banquet being held by a literal god. Archons, Lesser Lord Kusanali herself might be there.” You gasped, dragged your hands over your face. “Everyone who’s ever gone to the Akademiya will absolutely be there.”

For all his many faults, he could never stand to see you in pain. There was a brief delay, a moment of unsure shuffling, then his arms were wrapping around you, his chest slotting against your back has he pulled you against him. “It’ll be alright,” he muttered, speaking into your shoulder. “If anyone so much as attempts to insult you—no, if anyone tries to talk to you at all, I’ll strike them down in the blink of an eyes.”

His comfort was stale, but you forced yourself to relax. At least enough to speak. “You know,” you mumbled, letting your hands drift to your temples. “Dehya was hired by an up-and-coming scholar, a few weeks ago. I’m not sure how long her contract was, but there’s a chance we’ll see her tonight.”

There was a beat of silence, then another.

“Cyno?”

“I’ll change.”

Wriothesley

You could hear him trudging up the metallic stairs to his office; his footsteps heavy enough to drown out the soft music flowing out of his century-old gramophone. His head emerged from the curving staircase, first – his hair somehow more disheveled than its usual state of barely-tamed chaos – then his chest, his tie undone and his collar terribly mangled, as if he’d spent all day indulging the worst of his nervous habits. He was baring his teeth, his pale cheeks flushed with anger and his eyes narrowed into a pointed glare. It wasn’t quite the reaction you’d hoped for (in your wildest dreams, he would’ve managed to sink his beloved fortress before he ever reached you), but it was close enough.

You moved to stand, to greet him with the warm embrace he usually demanded, but he was already in front of you, already pinning you to the back of the lounge you’d been splayed across with a single fist planted less than a hair’s width above your shoulder. “You,” he growled, leaning in close enough for his breath to fan over your skin. “Do you know how many journalistsI had to deal with today? They were everywhere. I couldn’t go a step without tripping over some— over some glorified tabloid.”

“So, your meeting with Monsieur Neuvillette went well?” His scowl deepened, and you let out your most faux innocent laugh – a chiming, bubbling thing he’d never been able to stand. “You shouldn’t scowl like that, love. All those photographers will have to find a new model if you manage to give yourself frown lines.”

He jolted, but forced himself to shut his eyes, to let out a long, ragged breath. When he did face you again, he’d regained a degree of his composure – just enough to meet your smile with his own tight-lipped grin, more teeth than anything. “I’ll let you off easy if you tell me how you did it now. Before I decide it’d be faster to strangle an explanation out of you.”

“I didn’t break any rules, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You paused, folded your hands over your lap. “It was all thanks to our great and benevolent duke. Contacting people outside of the fortress has gotten so much more efficient ever since you decided prisoners should be able to send letters without administrative vetting.”

He buckled visibly, his shoulders falling as he lean towards you, his face soon buried in the dip of your shoulder. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” There was a raspy chuckle, a hand on your thigh, squeezing just hard enough for his anger to shine through the playfulness of the gesture. “I think I’ve earned the rest of the day off, and I think you’ve earned—”

The door to his office swung open before he could finish, a masculine voice calling up from the voice below only a moment later. “Your grace, t-there’s a reporter here to see you! She says she’s been told not to leave until she speaks to your partner!”

“That’ll be Charlotte,” you half-sung. “She seemed like such a nice girl in her letters. It’d be a shame to keep her waiting.”

When he failed to answer, you brought up both hands and cupped his face, cooing as you used your thumbs to quirk the corners of his mouth upward.

“Just remember to smile for the camera this time, alright?”

[elbiotipo]

speaking of werewolves does Argentina have a werewolf legend? in Brasil the legend is that if a couple has 6 daughters and the 7th child is a boy, he will turn into a werewolf on his 13th birthday

NOT ONLY WE HAVE WEREWOLF LEGENDS, WE HAVE LEGAL PROTECTIONS AGAINST THEM

According to Argentine Law No. 20.8431, the President of the Nation becomes the godfather (or godmother) of the seventh male son or seventh female daughter of any Argentine, so that they don't become werewolves (lobizón) or witches.

This by the way, is a real law. It's still enforced today.

There are 11.000~ Argentine godchildren who are protected by the Argentine State from becoming werewolves.

This comes from a petition from Russian inmigrants who also had the same legend.

In Argentina, werewolves are called "lobizón" (plural, "lobizones") and traditionally they are related to the Guaraní legend of the Luisón, one of the cursed children of Tau and Keraná, which is also popular in Brazil. However, that legend has several modern retellings and it's difficult to access to its origin.

In fact, according to Juan Ambrosetti, the lobizón isn't a native legend on itself, but it comes from European Brazilian inmigrants who interacted with the criollo and native people of the region, including Argentina. For example, in Argentina, and I believe also Brazil, the Lobizón or Lobisome is associated with the Aguará Guazú or Lobo-Guará. This is not a connection found in the native peoples of the Americas, at least not in historical records, and it doesn't really fit the rather gentle and skittish nature of the Aguará Guazú.

In fact, the Tupi-Guaraní peoples, and most of the people from the Amazon to the Mata Atlántica to the Great Chaco if not the whole of the range of the jaguar, have therianthropic legends of Jaguar-men, most prominently in the Guaraní cultural sphere (Paraguay, Northern Argentina and Southern Brazil) the Yaguareté-Avá, sorcerers or madmen who could turn into jaguars. This was an incredibly common motif found all over the continent. It seems that this legend was syncretized with European tales of werewolves, thus transforming into the Lobizón, associated (rather infamously) with the Aguará Guazú as we know it today.

This is something that deserves careful reading and study, but if anyone has time, here is a fascinating read:

[allimocha]

AlliMocha Fancuries FYC Post!

Hi Hello, Pip Pip Cheerio! Fancuries is here once again! And boy do I have something to share this FYC post.

So, I haven’t worked on Bittersweet X Daydream in a hot minute if I'm gonna be honest. A lot of other obligations have been taking time away from my main fanseries sadly. BUT I do have one new thing to show you guys regarding it.

…

Hear me out.

A redesign.

I KNoW I know I said no more redesigns, but after having these characters for so long, it's only natural that I'd want to change how they look. Specifically, there is only one character that I've redesigned so far anyway…

Lei Sandiego / Cure Spice

“𝘔𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘚𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘺, 𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘢! 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘦!”

Age: 16 (Second year/Sophomore)

Birthday: September 18th

Height: 5’6”

Ethnicity: Hispanic American

Cure color: Blue and Scarlet

Essence: Charismatic

Often referred to as “The school beauty”, Lei is admired by almost all of her peers. Her amazing charisma, along with her intimidatingly cool and beautiful looks immediately captures everyone’s attention. But despite this, she’s really just a big fashion geek. She prides herself in her impeccable style savvy-ness and studies the latest trends all the time. Lei is also a very confident person, sometimes to the point that it can be overbearing, but she’s never arrogant and always means well. She’s a hopeless romantic and is constantly trying to look for someone who likes her beneath her looks. Although she’s fashion-centric she’s also very athletic, being the co-captain of the girls' volleyball team, and so devotes time to doing both hobbies.

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That's not all, however, because I also have a new series that I've been working on. A crossover series if you will. Based on one of my favorite Disney movies of all time:

Sugar Rush! Precure

A group of girls go to the arcade after school every day to hangout. They excel at most of the consoles there, notably the racing games. One day, Vanelope finds a weird token like she had never seen before, as it was engraved with intricate patterns and a shiny gold. When she attempts to use it in a racing game, it flashes in the machine and floats out as another trinket (henshin item). At that moment, a mysterious person is creating havoc outside the arcade, clearly looking for something. He spots the trinket in Vanelope’s hand, and we all know what happens from here.

Yep! Cures based on the sugar rush racers from Wreck-It Ralph! So far, I only have 2 of their designs, but I'm still completely in love with where this is going. Speaking of which, lets show those two off!

Vanelope Von Schmitt / Cure Sweets

Age: 16

A very confident girl, Vanelope is definetly the ray of sunshine that brightens anyone’s day. She’s very friendly, but is also not afraid to tell it like she sees it. She also has a habit of being overly sarcastic or jokey, which can come off as annoying to others. Not really good at school and overly clumsy, so sometimes covers her negative emotions with jokes or sarcasm. Adores arcades and always states it’s her home away from home.

Tabitha Mathews / Cure Taffy

Age: 16

Very rich and spoiled and it definetly shows. She can be cocky and overbearing at times, but she’s got a good heart. One of the more popular girls in their school, and accells in all her extracurriculars. Due to her father being principal, people have rumored that all her grades were boosted due to nepotism, but that’s not true. She works hard to get where she is, and while vain and sometimes a little rude, she isn’t afraid to help others in need. Goes to the arcade to get away at times.

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So that’s all I’ve been working on so far! I can’t really say I’ve done much with my fanseries over the years, but hopefully you all like what I do have!

Byieeee~!

[nikkotinamide]

my observations and take on some nuances not conveyed in translation

to cope while waiting for Tuesday, I've been rewatching Ai Di scenes and noticed some things! this is my drawn out summary

*Disclaimer: I'm not critiquing existing translations, I think the translators have done a phenomenal job! Just wanted to add my 2 cents worth.

Part 2

Language Use in Kiseki

Ep 2

Here I realised, Chen Yi was the one who first said these lines to Ai Di, before Ai Di repeated them to Chen Yi in Ep 12. And the wording is exactly the same...sighs...these two

Ep 3

I died. After Chen YI delivered his line "我不找你，你就不会跟喔" - "Like as if you wouldn't have tagged along if I didn't find you", Ai Di actually mouthed "我就不会跟" - "I wouldn't have come". Given his facial expressions mocking Chen Yi's brooding face, I think he was being snarky and just parroting Chen Yi 😭

Chen Dong Yang asked them "当回总堂是回娘家" - basically asking them if they take HQ to be their maiden home. 回娘家 doesn't really have any deep meaning (except returning to your maiden home), but chinese/taiwanese dramas usually have female characters use this term when they are being bullied by their husband's family...make of it what you will...

Furthermore, before this he asked them to "叫老爸" (call me dad) when they called him 老大 (boss) and he kept making excuses for them in front of Zhou Ming Lei.

CDY really sees himself as their papa...

Ai Di calls Chen Yi "竖子". Coward fits the context but more directly, it is a derogatory way of calling someone a brat. Chen Yi gets upset because a punk younger than himself is being rude, and I think he got Ai Di's hidden barb - a reminder that Chen Yi is but a kid, especially in CDY's eyes, and how CDY will never see him as a man.

Ai Di makes a double entendre. He says "他会变老，你会长大。长大。" - "He'll grow old, you'll grow up. Grow big." 长大 in mandarin usually means growing up but can also mean /ahem/ growing big. To let Chen Yi know he's thinking dirty, Ai Di purposely looks down in the vicinity of Chen Yi's crotch and smirks.

Ai Di continues provoking Chen Yi, calling him 大哥哥 mockingly. Big bro is a correct translation but doesn't convey Ai Di's feelings. Here he's ironically calling Chen Yi the mandarin equivalent of onii-chan.

Our boy is a big ball of hurt and only knows how to express it through antagonising Chen Yi 🥲

Ep 4

Sighs. I really believe Zong Yi has a profound impact on Ai Di. Zong Yi is the one who told Ai Di that birthdays should be shared with people you like, and Ai Di took it to heart! He repeated this to Chen Yi in Ep 12.

Chen Yi I love you but I wanna smack you. Here he is speaking to CDY and in reference to their birthday, he uses "我的" (my), before adding on "还有艾迪" (and also Ai Di's), instead of using “我们的" (ours). Boy here really wants to be special in papa's eyes...

The translation is correct but the emphasis is lost. 那么 - so much. Ze Rui is asking Ai Di why he likes Chen Yi so much. Ai Di's dejection must have been so palpable Ze Rui felt he had to ask Ai Di just why Chen Yi was so good that Ai Di has to subject himself to so much pain.

Time for some Chen Yi redemption. Ai Di explains why. Again, translations are okay but nuances are lost. Chen Yi is the one who found Ai Di when he was so ill he was on the brink of death. Chen Yi is the one who cares for him the most (alt. gets in his business the most), the one who scolds him the most. And Chen Yi is also the one who looks after him the most.

替他 - substitute for him. Chen Yi really is Ai Di's everything so much so that he is willing to die on behalf of Chen Yi. There is a fine nuance between dying for (为他去死) vs dying on behalf (替他去死). I can't put it into words well but to me, I would say the former means there is an intentionality in following your fate, while the latter means there is an active choice in exchanging your fate for someone else's.

this post is getting too long, continued in Part 2

[pianostarinwonderland]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AZUL

i have nothing prepared for you except my wet soppy thoughts

maybe i might rush write something bc i do have a few ideas on what to write

fucking breathes

the best. fucking. groovy. ever.

like everyone go home right now.

I have tried to think of every way they could make him look good but it ends up being how they could fuck it up because I’m gonna be honest, a lot of Azul’s recent cards are either decent or not hitting that well 🤡🤡

but this. THIS.

HOLLLLYYYYYYYY FUCK IT’S EVERYTHING

THE LIGHTING . THE THE FUCKING FUCK.

TEH ? VMS LISTEN. HE'S THE CHARACTER FOR EVIL SMIRKS, SO OFC THIS SERIES OF EVIL GROOVIES WAS GONNA BE PERFECT FOR HIM BUT BU T BU T

THIS IS SOOOOOO GOOOD. LIKE??????? DEADASS THE BEST ???? SMIRK??????? HE'S EVER MADE?????????? AND HE LOOKS SOOOO MUCH LIKE HIMSELF

THIS IS ALSO THE BEST ANGLE WE'VE EVER GOTTEN THAT SHOWS HIS 'BALD' SIDE AND THAT'S S OGUFKCKNGJ GOOD

AND AND

🧍‍♀️

h

he hey sir.

your hand looks cold.

m mm mind if i h hh hh hhhh hhol— gunshots are fired

ADN CAN I JUST

CRY ABOUT

PART OF YOUR WORLD BEING THE PAINTING LIKE LEI EK JLGSLKGNLSKDNGOADSNGOAINSAONGOAISNGI0AOHGIOAHGSDHIFGHSDOIGFHNSDINGIDSNJGKVDS

FUCKKKKK THIS WAS WHAT I'VE WANTED FOR THE PAST FWE MONTHS

THE PART OF YOUR WORLD SEGMETJKNJENJKSNGFNDKSJNGKSDKGNSDKLNGLSDGNDSLGS

FUCKGN ISN FCYRING

LISTEN LISTEN.

LISTEN.

I WILL DROP A HOT TAKE RIGHT NOW

THE LITTLE MERMAID SONG THAT DEFINES AZUL IS NOT POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS BUT IT'S PART OF YOUR WORLD

AZUL'S SCHEMING AND CUNNING IS DEFINITELY FROM URSULA AND IS REFLECTED SOOOO MUCH IN POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS

BUT HIS DREAMS

HIS GOALS

HIS AMBITIONS AND DETERMINATION TO MAKE HIS WISHES COME TRUE

PART OF YOUR WORLD REFLECTS THAT.

AZUL WOULD NOT BE AZUL IF IT WASNT FOR PART OF YOUR WORLD

AND THE SPECIFIC PART THEY SHOW OF PART OF YOUR WORLD. IT'S THE PART WHERE ARIEL WAS DETERMINED TO GET TO THE SURFACE

THAT'S LITERALLY AZUL

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

OUGOSHGHSODGHSUGUDSOHGODSGHOSDGDSGOSDHGISDOSDNGDGDSNGNSDOIGNIONAONGNAONSGIOSOGA

ok and can i just

scream about his story

BECAUSE. GOD FUCK THAT STORY LEFT ME DEAD.

loike like AZUL TALKED ABOUT HIS GRANDMA?????

THE SECOND BDAY STORY IN A ROW THAT HE TALKS ABOUT HOW HIS GRANDMA RAISED HIM AND AND HOW SHE'S BEEN SUCH A BIG INFLUENCE IN HIS LIFE

he's a grandma's boy ouhghfohfgf he loves his grandma sm he respects her and cherishes her goddddddddd

i love how he's aware that true compassion comes from not just spoiling someone but also disciplining them and whatnot

it adds to the balanced theme that he has going on

i also just rly love in general that azul loves and respects the maternal figures in his life not only because it makes him more respectable but also because it ties in with the feminism theme that you find in the little mermaid (whether animated or live action)

then then THE WHOLE LIKE,,, PART WHERE AZUL TELLS JAMIL THAT HE WAS SO SURPRISED AT ALL THE NEW SCENTS ON LAND THAT HE WAS SNIFFING AROUND LITERALLY

i first saw that part in an out of context screenshot, where jamil's like "lol haha you were just sniffing around everywhere omg" and i was like HUH?????

@/doom on twt also pointed out that it might be why Azul's into colognes and i think i shuold just be defenestrated at this point from how insane i've been goign

THE BARBEQUE PART THO

IT'S SO CUTE

AZUL, FLOYD, AND JADE DOING A BARBECUE....... WHEN THEY BARELY KNEW ABOUT LAND CULTURE AND PHYSICS................

AND THEY BURNT EVERYTHING LMAOOOO AND THE TWEELS BLEW SMOKE INTO HIS FACE THAT WAS JUST SO CUTE HONESTLY

jamil's like wow that sounds funny haha and honestly same jamil same

AND THEN THE PART WHERE THEY TALK ABOUT THE PR FOR NRC

god typical azul for doing it so that he can boost himself before graduatign

but i also got a lil emotional on that part not gonna lie bc he's Still grabbing opportunities to achieve his goals and he's working hard for them and god honestly that's one of the main reasons why i fell for him and i still love him for it

i also like

fucking died over his voiced line s

wtf

wtf are those lines

azul actually talking about love and crushes in his groovy....... but it's just him saying it's great cause he can exploit it lmaoooo

babe you're gonna be a disaster when you actually like someone i know it

jamil's already bordering on it, but if you actually end up liking Liking someone it's so over

personally what really fucking sent me though was Azul going "I take art as one of my courses so I can explain to you any painting you're interested in" LIKE

CMON.

CMONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

lore on NRC courses???

but also the way that's phrased sounds like art is an elective you can opt to take ? ?

and he CHOSE to take art? //? /

hELL O

AHAHFAHSHFOIAHSIOFHIOASHFIAS THE ARTIST IN ME IS GOING AWAOHOAHGOAH

ofc Azul looks at art in a business sense, but i love that he's so wiling to branch out and rly appreciate it

cause how many ppl out there put down art :')) employers in particular are really iffy about this

Azul's also designed mostro lounge so you know he has his own style

also wtf Azul, you have your tentacles in business, in science and maths (science would be chemistry ish because of alchemy and arithmetic is Literally listed as his talent), and now in the arts

just.

just

man

happy birthday ashengrotto. take my tears and my insanity for now until i can writey ou smth better

[justmochi]

WORD COUNT :: 1.6k

SYNOPSIS :: mira's childhood and how she came to debut in dreamcatcher

❗️WARNINGS❗️ :: mentions of cheating, child/domestic abuse, religion, smoking. if sensitive subjects such as these are off limits to you, feel free not to read. take care of yourself first ♡

A/N :: My mother helped me to write this, since it is heavily based on how she grew up. So when religion is mentioned, please note that it is just how I perceived it from my mom over the years. I also use Mira's birthname to address her in this, along with her family. I also wrote this in 2021 and revisit it occasionally, sometimes I forget it exists. I'll list everyones names here in case it gets confusing bc it did for me im just a lil slow tho c':

Lei Xinyi = Mira Lei Jinjing = Mira's mother Lei Dawei = Mira's father

I also will not be using the taglist this post because of how heavy this one is.

Born to Lei Jinjing and Lei Dawei, the married couple welcomed their second child, a girl named Xinyi, into the world on June 21, 1996. It was anything but a perfect marriage. In her senior year of high school, 1992, Jinjing became pregnant with her first documented child, a boy, with Daewei being the assumed father. It is alleged that she never graduated high school, as there is no existing paperwork of a diploma. Freshly on her own into adult life, she quickly married with Dawei to feel a sense of security. He considered her his first love and heartbreak. As years went by, he tried everything in his power to salvage the marriage since his feelings were genuine. The union was full of deception, manipulation, and many affairs on Jinjing’s behalf. When Xinyi was 5 years old, her parents divorced and her mother was given sole custody. Dawei always fulfilled his duties as a father, his child support payments always on time, providing for both Xinyi and her brother. Their mother was not emotionally supportive or present during their childhood. She was not a genuinely religious person, but forced her children to join a Pentecostal church so she could get closer to one of the widowed members.

At the age of 10, Xinyi’s mother finally married another man who was extremely wealthy, something that Jinjing searched for her whole life. Xinyi is convinced to this day that it is truly not love, only her mother after his money. Her step-father had a major influence on their mother once married. He immediately started ordering her kids around, claiming they were not disciplined enough and was determined to fix it. As soon as Xinyi turned 11, Jinjing and her husband forced her to get a job at the local shoe store. They would not allow her to sit around at home, she was required to contribute to the family just as her brother and the adults did. Most nights, her mother and step-father left her and her brother alone at night to fend for themselves while they worked night shift or gambled. It was both of their responsibilities to wake up and send themselves to school. They were also given ungodly chores that were not fit for children of their size. Scrubbing every tiny crevice on the tile floors with a toothbrush, polishing the wooden floors, cleaning their parents' ashtrays everyday, dusting the perimeter of the house for cobwebs daily, and even using ammonia on the walls to get rid of the cigarette odors.

For as long as Xinyi could remember, their families never had normal holidays or birthdays. The only time where the children felt like actual children is when they were with their father. With Jinjing and her new husband, they were not allowed to have birthday parties. They would only get one gift from the both of them, and it was money being put into their trust fund that they could have when they were older. On each Christmas, the family opened many gifts, the children only being allowed to keep one. The following day, they would take all of their presents down to the orphanage for kids who were less fortunate.

Jinjing was always one to play mind games. She would stir the pot with Dawei whenever the children were with him. He picked up his kids as they got out of school, taking them out and treating them to a meal. Jinjing knowing fully well that they were with him, she would call the police, saying that Dawei had kidnapped the children. When coming back from dinner and dropping the kids off, the police would be waiting for him at her house. This became a routine, and taught their father to always keep receipts of everything that came down to Jinjing. He always had her sign papers, so at least he had written consent that he was allowed to take the children. This applied to child support payments too. Because he kept all of the receipts, the police caught on to her lies and would not waste their time coming out when she was obviously crazy and controlling.

When Xinyi turned 14, her mother took it upon herself to find her daughter a boyfriend within their Pentecostal church. She did not have any say in it, nor did she desire to have a boyfriend at that age. Jinjing made arrangements and the two families grew close. The girl didn’t expect to catch feelings for a relationship that was forced on them. What they didn’t know is that the Pentecostal boy would be Xinyi’s first boyfriend, dance, and kiss. After a year of dating, Xinyi fell ill to the point she could not attend school. She was never allowed to miss a day of school. She could be vomiting profusely or have her organs hanging out of her stomach, and her mother would still force her to go to school. She only missed three days, one being a trip to the doctors office. She quickly got back to school in no time, catching herself up and making sure her grades did not drop. The following Friday, Xinyi behaved well enough to attend her school’s football game, forgetting about her domestic life for even just a few hours. What she didn’t expect was her mother, marching to the bleachers with her husband stomping behind her. Jinjing humiliated her daughter in front of the whole school, striking her across the face, calling her names and screaming “Who have you been kissing!”. Xinyi’s test results showed she had Mononucleosis. She was forced to break up with the Pentecostal boy, who she became very close friends with during the arrangement. Her mother prevented them from seeing each other, avoiding engagement with his family and not letting Xinyi even look in his direction at church.

In late 2011, Dawei earned himself a promotion, his company seeing him as the only fit candidate to take the position. He would have to move to Wuhan, China to start. He knew this was his chance to finally get his kids away from Jinjing and the hell they were living with her and their stepfather. Once hearing about the job offer, Dawei got to work and contacted his lawyer. The legal battle got ugly as Xinyi was in the middle of it, her mother still having that controlling nature to her. Her brother was of age and immediately left the household once he turned 18. Dawei offered to let him come with him, which he respectfully declined, wanting to stay put as he went to college (majoring in the field Jinjing had forced upon him), and had a girlfriend he loved dearly. Ultimately, Dawei won his court case and was able to take Xinyi to live with him in Wuhan, with the exception of visiting her mother during the summer.

Her first year in Wuhan was difficult. She had difficulty making friends and staying caught up in her classes. When living with her father, he would lecture her for working too hard, since that was all she was taught to do. All she ever did was work hard, get straight A’s, honor roll, and even that was not enough to buy her mother’s love. She argued whenever he said she could miss school. She had occasional conversations with students during her first few months. She had been so focused on getting good grades, always driving people away with her crazy mother. She had one friend in Hong Kong who stayed with Xinyi even through her mother’s psycho antics. Jinjing would make her daughter, along with her friend, do the usual chores around the house, as if she had any authority over her friend. She joined the choir in school, where she eventually befriended Handong. She was her first genuine friend in Wuhan. They enjoyed each other’s company in class, always talking about how their day was going and what they were going to do after school. Xinyi was hesitant on inviting Handong over to her father’s house, being traumatized by how her mother reacted to her friends. He was happy that she was at least making friends, letting her know that she could come over whenever she wanted. The two remained best friends through high school, supporting each other through thick and thin.

One summer, Handong had convinced her parents to let her go to Hong Kong with Xinyi. It caused a fight between the two, Xinyi panicked as Handong had doubted how bad her mother actually was. She had always made comments of Jinjing’s parenting, how she couldn’t do certain things, and how if she did something, her mother would’ve killed her. The two resolved the tension with the help of Dawei, he had a personal one on one talk with Handong about how much Xinyi hated her mother and the real reason why they had relocated to Wuhan. She was understanding and felt awful for pushing her away in that sense. Xinyi went to Hong Kong by herself that summer, calling Handong many times on the phone, sobbing about how much she wanted to come home.

In 2015, Handong confided in Xinyi about wanting to audition in Korea. Xinyi, who was still adjusting to the normal teen lifestyle apart from her mother, panicked while her mind explored various scenarios where Handong wouldn’t be with her anymore. Once the two finished high school, Handong and Xinyi put together a plan to move to South Korea, studying at Sejeong University while auditioning for many companies together. Xinyi was offered to train at JYP and SM Entertainment, while Handong never got a callback. The two auditioned for HappyFace Entertainment, where they were finally accepted together. They signed with the company in mid-2016, training for 5 months before debuting in Dreamcatcher.

i love mira i really do :c

[steddielicious-quaerhye]

So next up for peak bi experience is Joyce Byers.

Joyce Byers, who is still Joyce Maldonado in 1956. She’s the daughter of a doctor in Hawkins, living a comfortable upper middle class life that she hates. So at fourteen, she starts dating twenty-year-old Lonnie Byers, who her father loathes. Daddy Dearest threatens to kick her out if she doesn’t break up with him after a pregnancy scare; she focuses on her friends and school. She forms a clique of girls who idolize her and are fascinated with her tragic forced break-up and salacious stories. Her friends would never dare to approach boys and be labeled as hussies, but they all want to know how to kiss them at upcoming Semiformal and Winter Formal and Homecoming and Prom. Joyce is thrilled at the power she holds in teaching her gal pals to kiss. She gets to pull breathy whimpers out of the other girls and she can’t even get pregnant from it. 

By the time she’s a junior, Joyce and Jim Hopper are scandalously best friends. She’s queen bee and he’s a notorious ladies man, but they don’t ever date. People gossip about how it’s not right for boys and girls to act the way they do with each other and they don’t care. They skip class to smoke and compare their exploits. Jim just laughs when Joyce says Alice Gilbert let her feel her tits when she wouldn’t even let Jim kiss her. 

After they graduate, Jim goes to Vietnam and Joyce to NYU where she has grand plans to be a realtor after a degree in psychology or something. She hasn’t changed much from high school and finds herself around the same type of girls, this time as part of Kappa Kappa Delta. She gets close to a girl named Rachel and spends all of her undergrad at her side. That is, until December 1963, senior year. Sigma Chi is hosting a luau, so Joyce and Rachel go all out. They’ve got grass skirts and coconut bras, even managing to rustle up leis made of real flowers. Sangria flows all night, and by 3 am, Joyce has Rachel in her bed, plying her with endless kisses. It feels so, so right, but in the morning, Rachel says that she thinks they shouldn’t be friends anymore. It’s just not what girls are supposed to do with each other. 

This lights a fire under Joyce. She is enraged by constantly being told what she is supposed to do, who she is supposed to be. So she drops out. She returns to Hawkins for Christmas and does the exact opposite of what a sorority girl is supposed to do. She heads straight into Lonnie Byers’ bed and they’ve eloped by June. This is the final straw for her parents, who take her younger siblings and move to Boston. They don’t provide any contact information. Joyce lives off of her rage and her broken heart, though she doesn’t quite realize how it got there. Rachel’s face still flits through her mind when her husband is drunkenly fucking her. She tries to drown out the sounds of masculine grunts with her memories of coconuts knocking together. Lonnie is furious once she’s cut off from her family funds, so she takes a job at Melvald’s to help make ends meet and stick it to the system that told her she had to graduate from university and marry a finance major right after. 

It’s not until 1967 that her fury subsides. She and Lonnie have somehow created the most beautiful baby boy, Jonathan, who is the center of her universe. She becomes a stay-at-home mom to him and their next son, William, until money runs out; she has to return to Melvald’s when Will is only two. Being a parent to her boys and keeping Lonnie off of all of their backs is exhausting; Joyce mellows. She is no longer the temperamental young woman telling the world to fuck off. She just wants Lonnie out. Jim Hopper moves back to town, dealing with his own heartbreak at his daughter’s death and his subsequent divorce. He and Joyce don’t reconnect much beyond surface level chats when they run into each other around town, but that’s fine for now. Their time will come. 

Divorce papers are served to Lonnie on Joyce’s fortieth birthday and it turns into an explosive fight, as all their disagreements do. And Joyce knows this isn’t healthy for their sons, but she needs to show them that she will always stand up for them and herself. Because she’s Joyce Fucking Byers. 

And once it’s just the three of them, she keeps the Byers name. She associates it more with her boys than Lonnie anyways. Joyce doesn’t even think about dating, especially once Will goes missing a year later and their world is turned upside down. Jim Hopper reintegrates himself into her life and this crazy mindfuckery. 

But then that’s done and Bob Newby is just such an extreme opposite from Lonnie that it’s easy to slip into a relationship with him. And then the Upside Down is back and Bob is brutally killed. Time passes and Jim asks her to dinner, which she forgets, because of the magnets, and then he has the audacity to die just as the potential for something starts to appear; now Joyce has the sweetest daughter as well. And she has to protect her kids and leave this toxic, cursed town, so it’s time to head for California. There isn’t any time to date anyone and Joyce is well-practiced at ignoring her urges to ruin the careful hair and makeup of the polished women that Lenora Hills is full of. (She hates them all so much and doesn’t connect these feelings to the thrills of her youth at making pretty girls gasp and pant against her.)

Then Hopper is alive and Joyce thinks that for the first time ever, she’s actually in love. (She thinks she came close with Bob, but alas.) She still notices beautiful women, but so does everyone. It’s normal to appreciate when a woman has a gorgeous smile or can hold herself well in heels, right?

Christmas 1986 brings the usual shuffling of Steve Harrington between the various Party households for each meal. The Hopper-Byers home has the honour of hosting him for Christmas dinner, for which he provides two homemade pies and a topic of conversation that seems suspiciously well-rehearsed with Jonathan. 

Very, very casually, the two oldest boys bring up David Bowie, and a little thing called bisexuality. Will and El share several looks, but are overall attentive. Joyce can see the surprise on Steve’s face as Hop asks more questions than either of the younger kids. She stays silent, but Hop gently takes her trembling hand under the table, giving her a soft look. 

After dessert, Joyce escapes to the back porch for a well-needed smoke and reflection. Lovely, kind Steve wants to check in on her and, she can tell, gauge if she has any disgust at the dinner’s main conversation. 

And maybe it’s strange that the first person she says these words are to Steve Harrington, not Hop or any of her kids, but she sends a silent prayer up to Bob that she’s not making a massive mistake. 

“I think,” she pauses to take a shaky drag of her cigarette, “No, I am bisexual.”

See more in the series at #peak bi experience

Crossposted to AO3 here

[eiseryn]

⚡⚡Happy Birthday to best boi Flash ⚡⚡

Every time I draw him he looks different but I still power through because he deserves it ✨

I know it's already the 23rd but when I finished this drawing it was 11:55pm on the 22nd. I wanted to draw a silly meme thing (see below) so that's why I didn't post it right away 💀💀💀 Also I did this all in one day so I majorly crunched hence why the art might be a bit messier than usual. I had SOOOO much trouble with figuring out what to give him to wear for his bday fit and ended up giving him a jock varsity jacket. Not sure if it's the best fit for him but I like it so XD I'll draw Vail with one one day too 🤔 Vail is definitely a jock type LOL. Men's fashion is so hard orz

I also was debating whether or not to give him glasses cuz #glassesmen but then... I was like... why not both? So here he is with 2 versions XD I give him glasses in the otome so that he stands out a bit better :3 I hope I can draw him more when I get to making the otome... sometime this year... yes... CRI

(Below the cut is the silly meme I sketched. It's a bit messy 🤪)

But anyways to explain the meme a bit Flash was the first male character we met in the campaign and he also saved Lei so hence why he was my #bestboi for a long time. We didn't see Vail in the campaign till like 60-70% into it XD And he appeared only that one time during the story 🤣🤣🤣 The only reason Flash isn't my number 1 anymore is cuz he's kinda sketchy*. But he will always have a special place in my heart 🥺

*the reason he's sketchy is that the DM rolled for all the NPCs to be taken by this kidnapping beam in the epilogue of the story but Flash is the only one who wasn't rolled for. So of course this makes it seem that either 1)he needs to appear in the next plot because he is important 2) HE IS ONE OF THE PEOPLE INVOLVED IN THE KIDNAPPING BEAM!!!

I'm still going to try to romance him with my next char tho 😎 If evil why hot?

[whatwouldvalerydo]

Reuben – meaning: behold a son

Cradling Connor closer to her chest, Leila hummed a sweet melody, however the boy appeared to lot let sleep take him any time soon, wide eyes staring up at her, small hands reaching out to tug at her hair or her fangs, her making faces at him, baring her fangs as she giggled alongside him.

“You do not fancy any sleep do you, you little demon?” she nuzzled his small button nose, Connor laughing out loud, puffy cheeks making Leila smile “Alright, then I shall tell you a story. About a man as large as a giant” she exaggerated, eyes widening as she puffed her cheeks, softly blowing air in his face “A man so grand you cannot capture him in one story, but I am your mother and he your father, so I can make anything happen. His name means “behold a son” but I am looking at the son we created together. And we love you, so, so much you little creature.” Kissing his forehead, she smiled once more as his little hands grabbed hold of some hair strands.

“He is more than a son, for his parents did not deserve him. But he fought for everything. He tames dragons.” She performed her best roar, Connor laughing “Yes he does. He is the best and majestic. But his heart” she said poking his chest softly “his hearts is the best, so strong and fierce, like the beasts outside these walls. And while I cannot take you to see them, he will. For the beasts love him and he loves them. And you will know greatness, for you deserve it, and you shall soar on the wings of them and more.”

Hearing footsteps approaching, Leila turned around, smiling when Reuben leaned against the door frame “But you will also be brave like your father, form a legacy of your own my son. You are a Willows, never forget it.” She whispered close to the baby.

“You need to put him down Leila.” Reuben said as he approached them, placing a kiss against her head, then Connor’s.

“How can I?” both parents looking down at him “If I do, how can I protect him from harm?”

“You can’t.” he mentioned caressing her cheek, scars gently grazed by his fingertips “But we will try together Lei.”

Happy birthday to this darling man <;3 @that-scouse-wizard

[friesian]

1,2,6,16,20 for Marwyd and Tiyrnan (@likemesomesalads)

THAT'S A LOT OF PIZZA (QUESTIONS)!!! LETS DO IT!!! WOO HOO!!!

MARWYD:

Who makes up your family?  How close are you to them?

"Ahhhh.. well, uh, that's a complicated one. Obvious answer is my sister, Niddhil. Closest person I got. We've been through it all together. Everythin'. All the highs'n lows that a Commander could possibly face-- and she stuck by with me until the end. Hell, she ended up even havin' a nephew. Little guy is my pride'n joy… did you know he could box? I didn't. She took me to one of his junior boxin' courses a few months back and I ain't ever seen a boy with more fire in his eyes at only a few years old. I think he could maybe even beat the shit out of me on day when he's older!"

"Otherwise there's… my father. Ishmayl. I uh, I dunno if I wanna talk about him, though. Basic rundown is that he's the person who found me when I came outta that oasis and took care of me. Taught me the ropes of life… but uh, ya'know. Shit don't always go as planned, I guess. Fuck if I know."

"… just don't ask me about'em anymore, alright?"

Who is your best friend?  Tell us about them!

"Well, I got asked about Hua-- guess I'll talk about Lei now. Zheng Hualei. Lei's.. he's… uh, really somethin'. I see a lot of myself in him some days. Other days, he's nothin' like me. We met at a Gala. Guy called my sister a bitch so I threw his ass into a fountain. Ever since, he hated my guts. To the point where he tricked me into punchin' Hua-- since he and Hua share a body. Long story."

"Anyways, after everythin', I learned that kindness sorta made'em go away? And I started bein' more 'kind', as much as I could. But… ya'know how they say the ones who need the most kindness are the ones that are the hardest to give it to? That applied here. But it sorta worked in the long run. He's nicer now. Says sorry. Thank you. Even likes spendin' time with me now. Gives me gifts that ain't shards of glass stuck in candy. Fer my birthday, he carved me a horse from memory… even has a little cut in the ear just like me. Cute little thing, honestly."

"Only complaint I have is that he gets WEIRD with me. Like, really weird. Stares at me, gets high and starts talkin' about how 'pretty' my eyes are, found some weird ass scraps of paper where he just writes my name over and over. Y'all know he even drew me once? I didn't know. Good drawin' though, but… the way he found even the smallest little feature to draw on me was odd. Little shit is weird. But.. at least he's kind…er. Kinder."

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do? [COPY PASTED]

"Leave home. Probably. You spend twenty damn years under someone's thumb. Beck and call. Their ire. Their eye. Then you just gotta leave everythin' you know behind fer some weird land that you don't barely know a lick about. I gave it all up. Fer what I have now, I'd say it's worth it-- sometimes. The job I got ain't anythin' I would've picked. Fuck, I would've gone back to outlawin' by now had that shit with the damn Tree not happened. Ah well, but… I know everyone I know now. I know my sister. I know my best friends."

"… but sometimes, I do wonder about my family."

Describe your perfect day. [COPY PASTED]

"Hm.. probably goin' to a rodeo. Maybe spendin' time with Saint Elmo'n my flock of birds. Barbeque at the end, and campin' out in the desert. Sounds like my kinda day. Ain't complicated."

Describe your biggest pet peeve.

"Stupid motherfuckin' people makin' a big ass showboat out of themselves to be the center of attention. It's LOUD. It's ANNOYIN'. They don't know when to STOP. Why do you EVEN NEED attention? It's nothin' but a pain in the ass fer all involved. I could be doin' work. Studyin'. Cleanin' up messes or fixin' shit, and here you are doin' everythin' in your power to have eyes look at you. The HELL DO YOU NEED IT FER? KNOCK IT OFF."

TIYRNAN

Who makes up your family?  How close are you to them?

"As a firstborn I suppose that I have many brothers and sisters. None of which, I am close to. They all disgust me in their own little ways. Too kind. Too obnoxious. Too considerate. None of them ever resonated with me. Save.. for one, of course, but we do not talk about them."

"The short version for you is that I care not for family, and I care not for connections."

Who is your best friend?  Tell us about them!

"I do not have friends. See above. I do not care for connections."

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?

"Abscond the mortal limits to become something that one may find to be nothing but a monster. Truly, it was painful. Every part of my body twisted and turned into something that was only parallel to the self. A reflection, yes, but one in oil. Where your own eyes can't see past something so abstract, clouded, darkened, and misremembered. Someone made that thing you call a body, long, long ago… but they turned it into something utterly wrong. Perhaps that's what I am. Misremembered. Though, I do see clearly enough now. And what I see is…"

"Hm…"

"Perhaps it's best for me not to complete that thought."

Describe your perfect day.

"A perfect day? That's the day I finally find myself with my hands wrung around the neck of that fool that everyone calls 'Commander'. The perfect day, is the day that I see the light that burned within them completely snuffed out by the heel of my boot as I drag his corpse alongside me to be twisted and mangled into something that is completely unrecognizable-- beyond even what the mind can place back together. An unsolvable puzzle. An unidentifiable body. Truly, a perfect goddamn day."

Describe your biggest pet peeve.

"People preaching to me about ethics, or morals, or any of that. Do you think science cares for your morals? Do you think life cares for your ethics? I will tell you one thing right here, right now. Were it not for people like me who did not care for these things, we would not know what half of the bacterium and viruses on this planet would do. We would not know how the body works. We would know not know anything in terms of science. And if I hear one more person attempt to moralize my work towards me, I can assure you that we will find out what the advanced stages of a prion disease can do the mind and body."

[t3kandson]

Suspicions

Wordcount; 3,564

Fandom; A.C.E.

Pairing; Reader X Lee Donghun

Characters; Lee Donghun, Park Junhee, Kim Sehyoon, Kim Byeongkwan & Kang Yuchan.

Warning; Oral (giving), Slight Public Sex, Hearing other people have Sex, Slight biting, Slight Spanking, Angst, Jealousy & Slight affair (if you blink).

Notes; Chapter 7 of Mint Twirl.

Earlier Chapters found here.

A series originally made for @lidongsa but another chapter requested by Succubus_Ais on A03.

Happy Birthday Donghun 🥳 🎂 💙💙

You was sat on your boyfriends lap, him playing with your hair as you watched the movie that Lei had put on. Though you don’t know why as her and Sehyoon had run to the bathroom. It didn’t take a genius to know what they was up to, the silent sound they thought they was holding was very much failing. You looked up at Donghun, his focus heavily on the tv as you smiled. You both had been together 2 years now and the Dorm was split to hide you & Lei more. Byeongkwan & Sehyoon had a apartment the other side of Gangnam-Gu, Lei moving in to the apartment next door to hide there relationship. Donghun, Junhee & Chan remained in the same apartment. But you was employed to help in wardrobe, so it just looked like you was staff if seen entering. Though you had unofficially moved in and rarely went back to yours and Lei’s former apartment.

It was your job to make your man look as dapper and sexy hot as you could. Helping to pat down his sweats and also to help dress him between Set Changes. Though it was enjoyable it held challenges, especially when helping to connect his thigh belt, your brushes unintentionally helping him rise his hardening member. As much as it was amusing and extremely hot, going on stage with a hard on wasn’t the desired effect, especially with little time to help him out.

“Wish they would go home if they wanted to bang,” Donghun moaned annoyed with the visitors using his bathroom to have sex in. “Could be worse Byeongkwan could have brought a girl back here,” you chuckle. Lei was complaining about Byeongkwan often bringing his conquests home recently. Especially since his former girlfriend left him to return to her home country. The news that she had fallen in love and became set to become a mother had thrown him back into a fuck boy era. It was no surprise to see him hiding his pain from his heart break.

“That’s true maybe we won’t switch him for Channie?” Donghun chuckled. “You love Channie too much to get rid of,” you pouted playfully as he looked at you grinning. “I think your find it’s you he wants,” he added sniggering twirling your hair in his fingers. “Well it’s a good thing your all I need,” you smirk, rolling over that your hands was on his groin.

“Am I?” He whispers as he closes his eyes to your groping. “Yes, yes you are,” you say as your hands find the zipper to his jeans as you rummage through them. Leaning back so he can thrust his pelvis into your exploring hands, he moans when you’ve emerged his impressive length to play with. Letting your lips wrap around the tip briefly, his hands find your hair as he growls. “Shit Risa,” he chokes as he pushes your mouth away from him.

“They could walk in any time?” He moans as you smirk. “Donghun if they want to use our bathroom for a make out session, then we can use our living room as one,” you smile heavenly. With one look at the bathroom door hearing Lei’s cry’s more louder, he looks at you with lust fallen eyes. Lifting his ass he removes his jeans & pants to his thighs, letting his cock stand proud. Smiling proudly at him you return your mouth to his hardened member. Bobbing up and down on his shaft, he struggles to hold his moans away. Hands digging into your hair as you felt his member throbbing in your mouth told you he wasn’t far from cuming. “Shit I’m going to cum,” he cry’s as you pop your mouth off him smirking. “What, why,” he chokes displeased you’ve left him. You would love to leave him waiting but when you play that game you always lose.

Getting off the floor you let your panties drop, you smirk devilishly as he bites his lips. Hovering over his tip, with your skirt in your mouth temporarily, you slowly slide down him. “What’s up baby did you think I could leave you waiting,” you coo’d kissing his neck as you felt his cock twitch against your walls. “You wouldn’t dare,” Donghun growled as he thrusted himself up towards you. You started your tempo on his cock as his hands find themself under your T-shirt. Tips of his fingers finding there way to your shoulder blade, he presses in as he helps meet your thrusts.

You don’t hide back your whimper, not caring if anyone can hear. Sehyoon clearly takes that as a challenge as you hear Lei’s cry’s louder. “Your not going to let him win are you baby?” Donghun moans himself as your walls tighten. “Am I fuck,” you growl like your possessed as you fastened your speed. Fingers on his nipples you tweak as he grumbles. “Like that is it,” he hisses as his hands find your breasts, his fingers squeezing on yours, smirking as you whimper. You feel your body shake as you feel extra sensitive, his cock feeling like it’s hitting against your cervix is having your juices drip down his balls.

Hands flat against his abs your walls tighten, his stomach looks so hot with the glistering sweat forming as his hands find your waist. Manhandling you he takes control of your pace as he uses his hands around your hip to Bob you up and down his member, giving you no time to catch your breath. His Grunts and your moans mixed together hit the air alongside the squeaking of the sofa. Walls clenching hard around him as you hold your high back has him lean closer to you. Biting on your breasts that’s bouncing in his face is what finally pushes you over the edge. Crying as you convulse over his cock letting it milk into his own has you breathless. Fighting for oxygen as you both continue to fuck through your orgasm has your body dripping with sweat. Panting over him he pulls you into his hold as you rest your head over his shoulder.

“You should really get off before they walk in,” Donghun whispers in your ear that gives you a shiver. “No, it’s our home,” you giggle nipping his collar bone. “They can wait trapped in the bathroom,” you evily chuckle. “As amusing as that is, the guys will be home soon. Unless you want Channie and Junhee to see this ass,” he teases spanking your butt that has you yelp. “It’s more embarrassing for you then me,” you said biting his neck as you feel his softening cock twitch inside of you.

Like you somehow tempted it, the front door opened as you jumped off the sofa pulling down your skirt to cover you as Donghun pulled himself up. “Hi guys…. Ok do I even want to know what you two are up to?” Junhee scoffed as you felt Donghun’s cum leak down your legs. “You forgot your panties,” Chan smirked as you looked to the floor at your pink Lacey underwear exposing you.

“Finally we can come in,” Lei added for theatrical effect as you deadpanned her way. “I’m not even asking,” Junhee groaned as he barged past her and Sehyoon who’s cheeks was dusted pink. “Did I miss a orgy or something?” Chan asked throwing himself into Donghun’s lap. “Yeah we was all banging on the sofa,” Donghun said rolling his eyes as you chuckled shaking your head. “So not fair,” Chan pouted as he rolled himself off his hyungs lap.

The following weeks A.C.E. was really busy with recording a comeback, that you saw little of him. He didn’t need dressing up as they wasn’t In promotions, so most your days was holed up in the apartment. Donghun was coming home later and later as the days went, even Junhee and Chan arrived home before him most days. Though your sex life was fine, he seemed a little lost that made you worry slightly for your relationship.

“Don’t be stupid he loves you like crazy.” Lei said when you met up with her for coffee. “Something is up I don’t know what it is but there is something going on,” you said annoyed that she would shut your fears down. “Well he’s got a comeback coming it’s a stressful time, even Sehni is stressed too,” she said reassuring you. “Really?” You asked hopeful that she was correct. “Yes really, you wait till there promotions have finished, your see,” she says reassuringly as she dives into her Gimibap as you make a disgusted face.

You was sorting out the concept clothes in a meeting at the agency when you received a text from Donghun.

‘Sorry I’m going to be late tonight, long practice needed, don’t wait up for me.’

It was normal before a comeback for Donghun to be working late nights so you smiled to yourself of your hard working man.

After the meeting you made your way to the supermarket. Finding some of his favourite kind of Sushi as you smiled to yourself. Deciding you would pop into the agency and bring him some of his favourite foods. At least that way you could make sure he had a full belly. Smiling you searched for his favourite fruits, your hands rested over some beer but you knew it wasn’t wise right now.

You dashed home with your shopping haul and started making his supper in a lunch bag. Making a sweet note to stick on top you smiled proudly to yourself. You was never a lovey dovey girlfriend till you met Donghun. But then you never expected that the guy you crushed over on your wall would be the same guy that you would managed to fall deep for in a relationship. You smiled how much your life had changed in two years. All from that single embarrassing moment in the Ice cream parlour.

Walking towards the agency you passed the parlour when you smiled deep in thought. Going in excitedly you brought two Mint chocolate ice creams, it would be such a refreshing way to take a break.

Walking in feeling good about spoiling your man you found only three members. Junhee’s smile rising when he saw you in the reflection. “Oooh you brought me ice cream,” Chan said whirling towards you. “Hands off this is for Donghun,” you said moving the ice cream out his grasps to his belly deep chuckles. “Donghun’s not here he’s with you?” Sehyoon added turning to you with an expression you never witnessed before. “Well he’s clearly not,” you spat out confused. “He definitely said he was going home to see you, I think he had some urges that needed filling,” Chan said winking as he barged his Elbow in to you. “He’s probably gone home and you’ve missed him by coming here,” Junhee chuckles. “Yeah probably,” you replied feeling foolish for not messaging him first. “Well as he’s not here and as it will melt before your home I’ll have that,” Chan said swiping the ice cream as you let him. “Suppose I better take this home for him,” you smiled feeling a little saddened. You couldn’t help but noticed Sehyoon’s annoyed expression as you left the training room.

Walking through the door you was surprised not to find Donghun there as your mind became numb. Rushing out your phone you reread his text, your fingers pressing over the words of practice. Your heart in your mouth you rang Lei, but she refused to answer. Throwing yourself on the sofa closing your eyes frustrated, your mind went in to confusion why Donghun had lied to you and where on earth he could possibly be?

When you opened them you felt weary as Junhee carried you to bed. “Risa it’s not good for you to sleep on the sofa, I’m sure where ever Donghun is he has a good reason. You should have waited for him in bed,” He said sweetly as you closed your eyes once hitting the mattress.

Waking you was aware of the empty spot by your side, but you knew he had come home from the signs of yesterdays clothes in the washing basket. Where had he been? Why did he come back so late? More importantly why had he lied?

You had been moping on the sofa when the door knocked, scuffing on the floor you answered and was surprised to find Sehyoon alone. “You ok?” You said as he followed behind you, back to the comfort of the sofa. “Yes kinda, just checking in on you?” He said as he sat opposite you looking down. “Liar you came here for a reason, somethings up, spill,” You asked sitting up. “Was you with Lei today and yesterday?” He asked as you looked at him eye widened. “Well you know I wasn’t, you saw me at practice remember,” you scoffed as he bit his lip anxiously. “No I mean afterwards?” He whispered looking pained. “Sehni I’ve not seen her for a couple of days now, she didn’t even answer my phone calls last night,” you said worrying if you should have confessed that part. “I was afraid you would say that,” Sehyoon said looking broken. “She’s been so weird the last couple of days as well,” he added playing with his hand. “Did you find Donghun when you got home?” he smiled hopeful as you shook your head. “He came home when I was asleep and left before I woke, busy time I know so I’m sure we’re catch up later,” you smiled.

“Risa where do you think he is?” He asked as you looked at him confused. “At the agency practicing,” you smiled bewildered how he could ask you that.

“Risa he isn’t he called in sick, it’s why I’m here. I have a hunch and sadly I think it’s been proven right,” he said as you saw his watery eyes. “What do you mean? I’m confused,” You said as the door went again, this time banging much louder. “I’ll get it,” Sehyoon smiled as your phone bleeped.

Looking at your phone you found a notification from a news report.

A.C.E. Vocalist in new dating scandal.

Your heart leapt in your mouth when you clicked on the photo. Donghun’s arms was held around another woman’s shoulders, looking loved up. That woman was Lei.

As your world fell down once more, you could hear the squabbles from the side of the room as you looked up to see Byeongkwan and Sehyoon having a small disagreement. “I keep telling you they wouldn’t do that, why did you need to put that shit in her head too,” Byeongkwan scolded him. “You keep believing that because you hope he wouldn’t be like that,” Sehyoon hit back more angry then you had ever witnessed. “Check your phones,” you whispered as they ignored you continuing to argue. You repeated it more louder startling them as they checked there devices, Sehyoon paling as Byeongkwan nervously chuckled.

“Risa,” , “Don’t I know I was wrong before in the past about them too, but that’s facts,” you cut him off screaming as you showed him the photo once more. “Listen,” , “Save it I don’t want to know, I’m done,” you cut him off walking out the living-room with him following. “What your going to leave him without waiting for his explanation?” Byeongkwan added as he watched you start to pack. “Explanation for what are you blind, I should have known better, idol life and everything,” you growled throwing your clothes in to a bag. “Idol life, What does that mean? Donghun is not like that and you know it,” he said annoyed as you ignored him. “There’s a reason I know there is, but you won’t see it if you keep acting like this,” Byeongkwan said with annoyance on his face. “Sehyoon’s right your holding on to fake belief.” You bit out as you zipped your bag up. “I knew I couldn’t trust him, and her,” you paused as anger coursed through you even more as you left the bedroom. “They’re both welcome to each other then, they can pull there clingy self up each others ass for all I care,” you scream making your way to the livingroom.

Standing there was Donghun, Lei with Sehyoon behind as she looked like she was in a deep conversation with him. “I’m what?” Lei said twisting her head to look at you. “Nothing but a clingy Ho, but hey your welcome to him,” you spat out as you threw your keys on the side. “Really! once again you got the wrong end of the stick, once again your running because your too childish to hear it,” Lei screams as Sehyoon holds her back.

“Well come on spill, tell me why you both lied, tell me why there’s pictures of you both looking in love,” you choked as tears threatened. You looked at them both as they looked to the floor words lost. “Please just trust us,” Donghun finally musters with his pleading eyes that normally would break you, but annoyance of being played hits. “Sorry I can’t when I’ve been lied to already,” you said turning to walk out the door.

“Fine you choose to not trust me so I see your point, maybe it was a good thing I found that out before I proposed to you,” Donghun said as you turned to him to watch the pain In his eyes. “Liar,” you cried as tears started falling in yours. “Even with me telling you, you don’t believe me so what is the hope for us. It’s not like you’ve not accused us both before,” Donghun said sounding hurt. “Risa, he’s telling the truth, I was there, as per usual I always get cropped out the interesting headlines,” Byeongkwan chuckled nervously.

Your head swarming fuzzy and confused you look at Donghun biting his lips looking broken. “Thanks for letting me know that you don’t trust me, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” He bit out as he walked down to the bathroom.

You looked to Lei looking heartbroken herself. “Clingy is that how you really see me?” she cry’s herself. “To think you could think me like that, I really put so much energy in helping him pick out all the things you could love, for what? A relationship scandal with the wrong member to the one I’m dating,” She cried as she walked out passing you, deliberately making sure to bump her shoulder into yours. Sehyoon hurriedly ran after her, guiltily looking your way as he passed. “Byeongkwan,” you said looking to him needing him. “Oh Risa I did try to tell you, I wish you would listen to me,” he said as he pulled you into his hold.

“Are you still here!” Donghun said with venom re-emerging back in the room. “Donghun I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to think, I still don’t,” you said feeling your head fuzzy from everything. “Your telling me even now you still don’t believe me,” he scoffed with annoyance as you left the warmth of Byeongkwan’s arms to walk towards him. “No that’s not what I’m saying, well I don’t think I am,” you cried as you put your hand to his chest. “You don’t think you are? Do you or do you not think I’m seeing your best friend?” He asked with pure frustration. “Look I never even thought about it, till Sehni came and told me that something was up with Lei….. then I saw that picture,” you explained. “You still can’t say it can you?” Donghun shouted. “Yes I can, I can Donghun, I don’t think your sleeping with Lei,” you cried as you held on to his collar of his shirt. “Well It’s too late, you should have heard me straight out, your never trust me,” Donghun said sounding hurt. “That’s not true I will I promise,” you cry trying to hug his stiff body. He gently pushes you off him. “Your a liar, next time you see a picture or another member gets an inkling, your believe them because you don’t trust me,” he says with his disappointed eyes. “I do,” you whimpered.

“Risa you said you was leaving so please continue on your journey,” Donghun said turning his back on you. “No, no I’m staying I’m sorry,” you cried moving around him to face him. “No, your leaving, if there’s no trust there’s no relationship,” he said refusing to look you in the eyes. “No please,” you whispered as your heart broke. “Please leave we’re over.” He said bringing his eyes to yours with pure hatred in them. It felt like two years prior when he looked at you with pure disgust in the Ice Cream parlour. “Risa,” you heard Byeongkwan say softly as his hands fell to your shoulders. “Please don’t leave me,” you sobbed as tears began to fall. “Risa come on,” Byeongkwan said as you relented letting him hold you walking you to the door. He collected your rushed packed bag as he made the way out the apartment.

You took one look back as you saw Donghun fall into the window sill as you heard sobs of his own fall. Was this really it? Did you managed to ruin your dream relationship?

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[redolentgrove]

Lunch @ Loki: LUNCH!!! (Translation: MY FRIEND! You made it! And you brought along more friends, too!!) Lunch looks like he’s trying to get Loki to pick him up! (Will you play the coin pusher game with me, please? That’s my favorite!)

Loki had just split from her group and gone toward the arcade when she heard a very familiar cry. “LUNCH!!!” came the voice from below, an unmistakeable sound that immediately drew the taur’s attention. There he was, the birthday boy himself. She reached into her saddlebags, pulling out what appeared to be a small lei, only made with paper cutouts shaped like Minecraft diamonds. Had to keep the theme, after all.

“Lunch!!!” Loki replied, much less loudly than the bird’s voice. “Hello, sweetheart; happy birthday!! You’ve picked a fantastic spot to have your party!” She watched the Zapdos’ motions, gently lowering herself downward, placing the lei around his neck and wrapping her arms around him. She gave him a warm, firm hug, then lifted him into the air, making sure to support his feet so he wouldn’t sag in her grasp. She then rose back to her full height, giving his chin a couple of quick scritches with her left hand and rumbling happily.

“You want the coin pusher, you said? I’d love to play that with you! There’s just something special about watching them drop and line up just right…” She walked over toward the coin pusher machines with Lunch in tow, her tail swaying in anticipation. “Who knows, birthday boy… maybe you’ll be extra lucky with it today! C’mon; let’s go win you a whole ton of tickets…”

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[sansajonquil]

'this is what it means to swim in the tide,' mike says to me, as he sees me wandering the aisle at bunnings, i looking for a door stopper for my clanging balcony where i lived with my twin at her apartment. he sees how anxious i have been, singing a funny song about anxiety to me to alleviate my consciousness. 'to walk the earth, and feel it touch your feet.' he had been a shy boy at high school, screaming his pain in the streets. 'this is what it means to be alive.'

i hear michael say this, as i reminiscence about our hanging out at blacktown, we chatting about northcott. he thought i had suffered a lot, with experiencing alien invasion. the aliens were big, dripping slime, and had cavernous sharp teethed mouths, i wave 'hi' to him, as i see him while searching for door stopper in bunnings, he working near my university.

he was a prominent worker in this store, he wearing a red shirt and pants, with green apron. he recognises my drowning in unconsciousness, thoughts jumping like a mermaid, as he had experienced social anxiety, and feeling people hated him. he shows me some door stoppers hanging on silver hooks in the white dotted wall, as well as alkaline batteries. they also sold items like flower leis and hats for hawaiian vacations. 'thank you,' i say. 'did you see me drown in worry?' i ask, while knowing he did. he nods, after speaking about swimming in the tide. he was becoming more brave in speaking his pain, while also still suspicious of his surroundings. he remembered me when i had been last to his house for birthday, and i gave him a present of a stephen king book about a circus, at my start of university.

[amethystamanda]

984 BC

Neamh's pregnant again, and their cave is getting a bit small for their growing tribe. It might be time to look around and see if there's a better one nearby.

The new member of the Kealoha tribe came over to meet them (with food). He doesn't seem to care about Makoa when he wanders by. Maybe things just didn't work out there.

Little Einwys is a Stargazer. Unfortunately, she rolled a 1 on her birthday, meaning she didn't survive. But Grim was merciful, and Einwys lives to see another day.

Then something completely random happened. Two children showed up all alone, with nowhere to go. The Brok tribe decided to take them in, but one ran off into the wilderness. Hopefully they'll show up later. They welcome Twynnell into their little cave, which is getting littler by the day.

His arrival is met with the volcano throwing fire and rocks at them. He dies in the fire. Grim was again merciful, but have they made the gods angry? Will they be next?

And then Neamh gave birth to Beonill (a girl), Gartnait (a boy), and Cochlan (a boy), and at 7 children plus one orphan, she hopes that's it. The new ones do look a bit like that disreputable Makoa though.

It's definitely time to look for somewhere bigger to live.

(I was not expecting a random event roll to be 'Surprise! Two young children have showed up at your door with nowhere to go! How sad. You take them in. Adopt two children of any age.'

Since triplets would put the household at 7, I adopted one and will delay the other until later, when I'm sure there's room.

The volcanic eruption started right as the adoption screen was coming up, and Twynnell rolled to die in it.

And then it was triplets. There's no fertile trait or ley line lot trait or anything else. It just happened.)

[malaysiankpopfans]

The Neon Dreams New Year

The Neon Dreams New Year's Eve countdown concert, organized by Sheng Tai International and promoted by Casa Entertainment Group, took place grandly at The Sail Melaka in Malacca on December 31st, 2023.

Local artist Gaston Pong kicked off the event, delivering several popular songs to warm up the atmosphere and set the perfect tone for the New Year's concert. It was a flawless opening.

Following Gaston Pong was Suki Low, who performed "Berdiri" and showcased “Cai Zhuang”.

Malaysia's young pop sensation, Shila Amzah, used "Survivor" to ignite the crowd and moved everyone with a rendition of Wang Leehom's classic "Forever Love."

Next up was Junny, a Korean R&B singer-songwriter, whose appearance drew continuous cheers from the audience. During his performance of the hit song "Invitation," the crowd joined in singing along. Junny also presented his new song "Promise" and sang a total of nine songs, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of a personal concert. Junny expressed his happiness to be in Malaysia to countdown the New Year with everyone.

Following Junny was Aina Abdul, who recently held her own solo concert. With her captivating stage presence, she not only sang her own songs but also performed Jessie J's "Ain’t Nobody," providing the audience with a diverse musical experience.

Taking the stage just before the countdown was Zico, a top Korean rapper. As soon as he appeared, he shocked the entire venue with the audience dancing along to his rhythm. In addition to performing the classic "Any Song," he also presented the catchy "Okey Dokey," prompting fans to chant for an encore. Zico descended from the stage to interact closely with fans, further intensifying the atmosphere.

The fireworks show at the concert lasted for 10 minutes, marking the beginning of 2024. Finally, 18-year-old Belle Sisoski took the stage as the finale, showcasing her skills with multiple instruments and incorporating EDM elements. Once again, she elevated the concert to its peak, bringing a perfect conclusion to the Neon Dreams New Year's Eve countdown concert.

The Neon Dreams concert series falls under the "Arts & Culture" initiative introduced by Dato' Leong Sir Ley, Founder, Chairman and CEO of Sheng Tai International. It is one of four main initiatives she has launched to drive the creation and development of City of Hope, envisioned to be an economic game changer for Melaka.

Dato' Leong said, “We are proud to support vibrant cultural events in Melaka like Neon Dreams under our Arts & Culture initiative. This New Year’s Eve concert brought great energy and visitors to the city, kicking off an exciting year." Her vision is to make Malacca an international city as well as a global hub for business in Southeast Asia.

More Neon Dreams events are slated for 2024, including a potential K-Pop music festival in March and many more themed concerts throughout the year. With major concerts like this driving tourism, Melaka’s entertainment scene looks bright for the coming year as Dato' Leong executes her vision.

Full Song List

Gaston Pong

i luv you, just kidding- Gaston Pong

Ring Ring Ring - Gaston Pong

Whatcha Name? - Gaston Pong

Rumah Singgah - Fabio Asher

Birthday Cake - Gaston Pong

SEVEN – Jungkook

Suki Low

Berdiri - Suki Low

Cai Zhuang - Suki Low

You Are My Everything - Gummy

Dance The Night - Dua Lipa

Kenangan Terindah - Samsons

Shila Amzah

Survivor - Destiny’s Child

Standing Next To You -Jungkook

Patah Seribu - Shila Amzah

Xiang NiDe Ye - Grady Guan

Forever Love - Wang Lee Hom

Junny

Color Me

Not About You

Aura

Invitation

Optimist

By my side

Movie

Promise

Thank You

Aina Abdul

Terus Hidup - Aina Abdul

Jangan Mati Rasa Itu - Aina Abdul

Sial - Mahalini

Shadow - Spuds & Aina Abdul

Ain’t Nobody - Jessie J

Zico

Tough Cookie

Artist

Any Song

Turtle Ship

OkeyDokey

Boys and Girls

Belle Sisoski

Focus

Believer

Pirates

Hold On

Unholy

Fingers

Adagio for Strings

Carol of The Bells