#changchang

[chang9683-blog]

Có những ngày chỉ muốn nằm dài, chìm đắm trong nỗi buồn man mác, nghĩ về thế thái nhân tình, những con người đến và đi qua đời mình, những khuôn mặt, những hình dung, những thái độ, hành vi, cách cư xử vân vân mây mây... tất cả tạo nên những gam màu rực rỡ trong đời mình.

Và rồi cuộc đời này cũng chào đón mình với vô vàn sắc thái, có buồn vui, có thăng trầm, có may mắn và cả nghịch cảnh ... tất cả đều là trải nghiệm quý báu mà mình chỉ cần 1 cuộc đời có thể nhập nhiều vai đến thế...

Sau tất cả, mình vẫn muốn khờ dại sống bằng cảm xúc của trái tim. Những người bên cạnh mình cũng vậy, muốn sắc sảo, muốn khôn lõi, muốn tranh đua... mình xin lỗi, mình thua... cả cái ngày mai mình còn chưa biết có hay không nên hãy để mình là chính mình, sống hết lòng mình ngày hôm nay...

[lyselkatzfandomluvs]

劉暢 - Liú Chàng

Tibetan Sea Flower - Adventure Behind the Bronze Door - 藏海花 promo 3/8

🎵不朽

[lyselkatz]

ChàngChàng and his Táng dynasty inspired outfit with embroidered cranes.

🖌Commission

[piotrek-chomik]

And now all Raimon (-Dodge) has keshins

Part of me wanted to give tarrare creepy face but nah better not

[thececeverse]

OH , WHO'S THAT ?! OH , IT'S KRYSTAL ... !

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ... KRYSTAL TSU, also known as KRYSOO or KRYS, is a fictional soloist under YG Entertainment. Originally starting out as a YouTuber, model, actress, and the internet's resident cool girl, Krystal quickly turned her online persona into a booming business, and she eventually found her way into the music industry. Debuting in 2017 as a Mandopop artist, she branched into K-pop shortly after with the track "Got Ya," and instantly found success. She has since gone down as an iconic soloist within the industry, known for her upbeat sound and second generation feel.

... BASICS

STAGE NAME // Krys (크리스)

BIRTH NAME // Krystal Karlie Tsu

CHINESE NAME // Xu Changchang (徐昌昌)

KOREAN NAME // Soo Kyung-ah (수경아)

BIRTHDAY // January 25th, 1996

BIRTHPLACE // Shanghai, China

HOMETOWN // Beverly Hills, California

ETHNICITY // Chinese

NATIONALITY // Chinese-American

... PHYSICAL

FACE CLAIM // Shen Xiaoting

HEIGHT // 5'9" 1/2 (177 cm)

BLOOD TYPE // B

... CAREER

OCCUPATION // Idol, songwriter, dancer, actress, model, YouTuber, businesswoman

YEARS ACTIVE // 2017–present

COMPANY // YG Entertainment, Interscope Records, Gold Typhoon

SURVIVAL SHOWS // Girls Planet 999 (2021)

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ... Krystal Tsu was born in Shanghai, China into a relatively wealthy family. Her father is the chairman of a large scale real estate company, while her mother is a former model. She's the eldest of two daughters, with her younger sister—Stephanie—being an actress herself. Krystal and her family didn't spend much time in China, as two years after she was born, they moved to Beverly Hills. Her father was looking to expand his business, and California seemed like the perfect place to do so.

Krystal would thus spend the rest of her life on the West Coast, and her desire to start a career in the entertainment industry would start early. At six, she was entered into jazz dance lessons by her mother to help with her balance and to help her develop a hobby, and she would remain in those lessons for the next eleven years. However, two years later, Krystal would look to become an actress after falling in love with actresses such as Angelina Jolie and Lindsay Lohan. She couldn't juggle both acting and dance lessons, though, so her mother—with the help of a family friend who happened to be a photographer—had her begin modeling in hopes that it would lead to an acting career.

She wouldn't take modeling too seriously until 2013, when she would unexpectedly go viral. After a photo of her with Rihanna surfaced, the internet was scrambling to find out who she was. That led to the discovery of her Instagram account, and all of that prompted Krystal to revitalize her previously dead YouTube account, which had already been in existence since 2009. She used it to indulge in another hobby of hers, which was makeup, and she quickly became an internet celebrity overnight.

By 2014, Krystal had reached mainstream fame in the States. With nearly 2 million subscribers, she was an idol for young girls across the country, and was labeled as the internet's "cool girl." She was specifically noted for her head of blue hair, which would cycle through a few other bold colors over the next few years. Within the next year, Krystal would capitalize on her fame by turning her online persona into a fashion empire, founding the pop culture phenomenon of a brand I-Kon. 2016 saw the founding of Kosmetics, Krystal's very own beauty brand. It was just as successful as its predecessor, seeing significant success in Asia. Krystal would continue to be successful as a businesswoman, and would establish a parent company—KRYSTAL TSU—three years later.

Aside from her booming social media, fashion, acting, and modeling careers, Krystal had always loved singing. She spent her life before fame and her earlier career posting song covers to her Instagram, after all. She decided to give a music career a go in 2017, when she unexpectedly signed with Gold Typhoon early in the year. She would make her debut shortly after with the track "Medusa." The album which spawned the single—XI—was a smash hit in China, topping multiple charts and selling over four million copies to date.

Due to her interest in K-pop, Krystal decided that a debut in Korea wouldn't hurt, either. After signing with YG, she would make her debut on November 17th, 2017 with the album Khrysalis. Her debut single was lauded for its unique pop rock sound, which "came out of nowhere." It got Krystal her first and only win that era, and also made quite the splash on the charts. However, the album's second single saw a bit more popularity. "Change" became the dance track of the year, and its complex choreography spawned multiple covers across the internet. Eventually, Krystal also made her debut in the States in 2019 with the single "Like This," which would be a modest success. She released an album the following year, but she hasn't returned to the Western market since.

With successful careers in multiple industries and a concept that's known for its refreshing vibe throughout the K-pop industry, Krystal has cemented herself as an It girl and iconic artist, and as one who isn't going anywhere anytime soon.

[shu-of-the-wind]

Character Guide and plot summary of SOTB to this point: 

DRAMATIS PERSONAE:

The Investigators Lan Fan Huo, also known as Enkhtuya. Formerly a member of the Huo, one of the Yao’s sworn subordinate clans, Lan Fan’s true identity has been banished by the Dowager Empress. She is currently posing as a nomadic woman, Feiyan Ma, from the steppes, and acting as an imperial spy.

Side note, I finally have a facecast for Lan Fan! Dilraba Dilmurat.

His Imperial Majesty, Ling Yao, the Dawn Emperor. Extremely Stressed about declaring it open season on himself (romantically? Violently? Both? Who knows) by opening the Lotus Hall. Also extremely stressed about his job overall. He is half-brother to Mei Chang as well as Lien Hua, Xinzhe, and Dong Mao Feng, but defeated them in the race for the throne by bringing a Philosopher’s Stone to Xing. 

Her Highness, Imperial Cousin, Princess Mei Chang. Alphonse’s alkahestry teacher, First Governor of Chang-guo, and the half-sibling of Ling Yao and Dong Mao, Xinzhe, and Lien Hua Feng. Usually accompanied by her bearcat, Xiao Mei. Has feelings for Alphonse Elric. 

Alphonse Elric, a Western traveler and old friend of the Dawn Emperor. Despite Ling’s best attempts to keep him out of the ongoing situation, he’s as deep in it as anyone. Has feelings for Mei Chang, but is not voicing them. It’s possible he is unaware of them.

Suyin Ma. Also named Sarangerel. The wife of Shan Yao, and Feiyan Ma’s cousin. Suyin claims Fuu told her about Lan Fan’s past prior to her joining the Huo family, but has not elaborated on how, when, or why.  

Shan Yao. Suyin’s husband, Commander of the Imperial Guard, Lan Fan’s supervisor for her current mission, and Ling Yao’s older cousin. He has known both Ling and Lan Fan for over a decade and has many embarrassing stories in his arsenal because of it. Lan Fan is currently staying in Shan and Suyin’s rooms at Pubuchuan. 

Niu Lu. An alkahestrist trained by Mei and a former torturer for the Imperial Army, Niu Lu is currently serving as Lan Fan’s maid during her investigation of the Fengs. 

The Suspects The Triplets, Dong Mao, Xinzhe, and Lien Hua Feng. The triplet children of the Feng family, and Imperial Cousins in their own right, and as such half-siblings of Ling Yao and Mei Chang. They have come to the capital to tear the Dowager Empress from her position of power by whatever means necessary. 

The Dowager Empress, Huian Yao. Ling Yao’s mother. Ambitious, venomous, and ruthless. Appears to have played a role in the massacre of the Nohin people alongside the Retired Emperor, Ling’s father. Currently working with Minister of the Left Shen Liu to get one of her chosen subordinates into the role of Ascending Empress. Fond of poisons. 

Residents of the Imperial City Shen Liu. Minister of the Left and primary ally of the Dowager Empress, though they historically have not gotten along very well. Has been pressuring Ling to get married for at least the last eighteen months. He absolutely loathes Feiyan Ma.

Bao Zhang. Minister of the Right and founding member of the Reconciliation committee. He is reclusive and odd, rarely coming out into court even though he is one of the most powerful ministers in the Imperial City. He has a pet crow that delivers messages for him, and an assistant, Yue, who is a mathematical genius.   

Xiao Niao Song, First Governor of Song-guo. Head of the Song family, mother to Xiao Huan, Xiao Liu, and Xiao Xie Song. Another founding member of the Reconciliation committee. She respects Feiyan Ma and is seeking her advice on dealing with the nomadic peoples on Song-guo borders.

Xiao Huan Song, Second Daughter of the Song family. The Song Family’s entrant into the competition for the role of Ascending Empress. She is an alkahestrist. 

Jian Zhang. Imperial Master of the Horse and Bao Zhang’s cousin. Reclusive and resents politics. A former soldier, he served in the border wars with Thamasq. He is helping Feiyan Ma with Changchang.

The Cao Brothers, Aiguo and Heng. Aiguo Cao is Lien Hua’s fiance. He has appalling manners and a worse personality. Heng, his younger brother, is equally as unpleasant.  

Biyi Chang. The Thirteenth Lady of Chang-guo, a distant cousin of Mei’s. She is shy, awkward, and quiet. She was also Suyin’s first friend at court. 

Caterina della Barbarigo. An Aerugan noblewoman and the fiancee of Dong Mao Feng, she struggles with Xingese cultures, languages, and customs. Lan Fan has offered to teach her more Xingese. 

Gen Chang. Lan Fan’s bodyguard, a former imperial guardsman, and a distant cousin of Mei’s. He may or may not have a slight crush on Lan Fan. He was assigned to guard Feiyan Ma after the Firebrand assassination attempt that nearly killed her.

Citizens of Xinjing Xiaoqing. A former firebrand, Xiaoqing is half-Qarashi and half-Xingese. Al is teaching her the basics of alkahestry in return for her assistance in infiltrating the Fires of God in the capital. She is an older-sister figure to Peizhi.

Peizhi. An assistant groom. Formerly a jockey in the Xuanwu ward. He owes Feiyan Ma his life, and is determined to repay the debt any way he can, up to and including getting into massive trouble with Xiaoqing. He and Changchang have a very special bond that seems to be related to his latent alkahestrical abilities.

Changchang. A trained warhorse who has gone half-feral due to abusive treatment. Lan Fan rescued her along with Peizhi, and is trying to convince her that humans are not universally shitheads. It’s not going particularly well.  

The Fires of God Father Shiloh Trener. The shadowy leader of the Fires of God. An Amestrian who learned (or convinced himself) that he is the son of the sun god, Leto after a forty day fever which culminated on the day the Elric brothers exposed Father Cornello as a fraud. In the wake of the  outbreak of Liore’s civil war, he led his religious community to the desert, and then to Feng-guo, where they are currently settled. 

Huli. “Fox.” A Firebrand and an assassin. Possibly Cretan or Amestrian. Has tried to kill the Fengs at least once (that we know of) and seems intent on fighting Lan Fan. Original name unknown.

Lang. “Wolf.” A Firebrand. A Xingese man working as a spy for the Feng in the Imperial City while simultaneously reporting all their doings to the Fires of God. He is mute, and speaks primarily through sign language. Original name unknown.

Sheng. “Weasel.” A Firebrand, an Aeurgan, and a former slave. Seems to be the leader of the quartet of Firebrands who are after the Fengs, or, at least, the only one that Huli will listen to. Original name unknown.

Mao. “Cat.” A young Firebrand, approximately sixteen. She has pursued alkahestrical treatments which have turned her into something similar to a chimera, but unable to shift back and forth between her human and animal forms, which means she has long, permanently extended claws, fangs, and hair that is more like long fur. Original name unknown.

Shu (formerly Shubiao, but I fucked up, that means computer mouse, please feel free to laugh your ass off at me). “Mouse.” A Nohin man and Firebrand that Lan Fan captured snooping through her quarters. His original name is Kazuki Sakari. He is currently in hiding after escaping imperial custody, and cannot reunite with his firebrand cohort for fear they will simply execute him for his failures.

PLOT SUMMARY: It is September 1918, three years after the ascension of the Dawn Emperor, Ling Yao, and troubles are brewing on the northwestern border of the Empire. The Feng, one of the Fifty Families of the Xing nobility, have been eliminating Yao spies sent into their territory, Feng-guo, for the past several months. Knowing that the Gathering, the bi-annual celebration and political meeting of all the Fifty Families at the capital, is approaching, Ling orders Lan Fan to take on the role of a steppes noblewoman and enter the imperial court to spy against the Feng triplets. The triplets—Sixth Prince Dong Mao, Seventh Prince Xinzhe, and Ninth Princess Lien Hua—are attending court formally for the first time since the Dawn Emperor’s ascension, and there are concerns that they are planning to assassinate Ling in an attempt to gain power and push the Yao out of ascendancy in the Court. 

Despite her discomfort—Lan Fan is the Emperor’s Shadow first and foremost, and is extremely discontented with having to leave her position and her charge as Ling’s guard—Lan Fan takes the position. She is posing as Feiyan Ma, the “cousin” of the wife of Shan Yao, the commander of the Imperial guard and one of Ling Yao’s cousins. Shan’s wife, Suyin Ma (also known as Sarangerel) is pregnant, and wants a member of her family to be with her in the capital throughout her pregnancy and the birth of her first child. Mei Chang, in illicit support of Lan Fan’s position, provides Lan Fan with a maid and guard of her own, Niu Lu, a half-Drachman noblewoman who is a talented alkahestrist as well as a professional spy and torturer. Despite a rough start in the capital, Lan Fan manages to befriend at least two of the Feng triplets, along with Mingli Chen, a particular friend of Xinzhe Feng. She accompanies them to horse races in the lower districts of the capital, during which she saves a young jockey and his irascible, traumatized mount, a former war horse named Changchang. Thanks to her actions, Lan Fan meets a young woman, Xiaoqing, who is ana-Qarashi and Xingese. She is attempting to teach herself healing alkahestry to assist people in the Xuanwu districts of the capital, the poorest and most destitute people in the area. 

While attending a party at the Chang estate, Lan Fan saves the Feng triplets from an assassination attempt by a masked intruder, who is later identified as Huli, a warrior and spy from a Letoist religious cult known as the Fires of God. The Fires of God believe that Shiloh Trener, an Amestrian who formerly lived in Liore, is actually the son of the Sun God, Leto, come to earth. The group is gathering recruits and converts in preparation for the end of the world. Their base of operations is in Feng-guo, and the Feng triplets, along with their uncle, Mengyao, have been trying to keep the ongoing political damage a secret from the other Fifty Families as well as the Emperor. Xiaoqing, who used to be a firebrand, lost her mother to the cult, and she and her father left Feng-guo and fled to the capital to get away from the chaos. 

During this time, Lan Fan has been struggling with her work as a spy. She does not feel that she is capable of pretending to be another person, let alone that she has the right to act as a noblewoman, particularly when she was raised from a very young age to be an imperial bodyguard and shadow. Putting herself in the spotlight in any way makes her deeply uncomfortable. She struggles with interacting with Ling on a more equivalent footing (noblewoman to emperor, as opposed to servant to emperor) and with the emperor’s attention. Ling asks her to go riding with him in the mornings, which is of particular note to the gossip grapevine, as the Dawn Emperor has been extremely reluctant to even discuss the potential of marriage, let alone lavish any special attention on any noblewoman at court. 

Ling is struggling as well, in ways that Al (who is in Xing to study Xingese alkahestry) doesn’t particularly understand. When Al attempts to push and states that Ling, as emperor, can do what he wants, Ling lashes out and states that he can’t do what he wants where Lan Fan is concerned, because the last thing he wants to do is make her uncomfortable and force attentions where they may not be wanted. He knows that he has feelings for Lan Fan, and that they’re more than likely returned, but he also knows that Lan Fan’s identity is wrapped in her honor and her service as bodyguard, and that so long as that state of affairs continues, nothing can possibly happen between them. However, due to Lan Fan’s role as spy, and their attempts to get the Feng to remain interested in and trust Feiyan Ma, Ling is caught between his wish to keep Lan Fan alive, safe, and happy, and courting Feiyan Ma to ensure that she remains politically and materially relevant to the people they are investigating. 

Meanwhile, the investigation is escalating. The day before the Gathering opens, Lan Fan catches a firebrand spy—a Nohin man—snooping around her rooms. The man, Kazuki Sakari (referred to as Shu by himself and firebrand cohort) was attempting to find information about Feiyan Ma after her interference in the assassination attempt on the Feng triplets. The discovery of a Nohin man rattles Lan Fan, who is also Nohin, and has been hiding her identity for over a decade with the help of her grandfather. During the Gathering ceremony, Lan Fan discovers that Xinzhe and Mingli are lovers, which could get them executed due to anti-sodomy laws in the imperial court. She promises Mingli she will keep their secret. However, during her attempts to research queer love, she is drawn into a meeting with the Minister of the Left, the Dowager Empress Huian Yao, and the Song Family regarding the complex issues surrounding the northwestern borders and raiding by nomadic steppes peoples, such as the Ma. During the debate, Lan Fan brings up the massacre of the Nohin people, backed by the former Emperor, Ling’s father; the Dowager Empress threatens to have her exiled. Ling settles tempers, with difficulty. The following day, the Firebrands attempt to assassinate Lan Fan, which results in her being poisoned. 

As Lan Fan recovers in the Emperor's chambers, Al, Mei, and Peizhi, the jockey that Lan Fan rescued, learn that the Firebrands have been smuggling in massive amounts of weapons from Thamasq into Feng-guo, in an attempt to raise an insurrection against the Feng family and take over the province. Shu escapes custody and flees to a Nohin safehouse. As a result of the attempt on Feiyan Ma’s life, the Emperor’s Shadow—Lan Fan—is exiled permanently from Xing after complaints registered by the Dowager Empress. While Lan Fan herself is not going anywhere (the position of Emperor’s Shadow has been filled by a soldier with a similar height, build, and qi signature as Lan Fan), she now has no identity to return to after the job is over. Her life and her existence as Lan Fan Huo, particularly as the Emperor’s Shadow, has been terminated by Huian Yao, and Ling was unable to do anything to stop it. She is angry about this but feels horrible for being angry with Ling, specifically; she has not explicitly forgiven him but understands this was not his fault, and is hiding from her own complicated emotions about the entire situation.

Lan Fan throws herself into the investigation of the Fengs and the Firebrands, as well as her role of Feiyan Ma, meeting regularly with Xiao Niao Song, the head of the Song family, as well as other important members of the imperial court, including the Minister of the Right, Bao Zhang, a reclusive administrator who puts her name forward as a member of a new political group, the Committee for the Resolution of Human Rights Abuses, Conflicts, and Injustices, or colloquially the "Reconciliation Committee." Additionally, Lan Fan meets Dong Mao Feng’s betrothed, an Aerugan woman named Caterina della Barbarigo, and one of the Feng retainers, a mysterious woman named Lotus who seems to have a strong bond with Dong Mao. 

Finally, Lien Hua Feng makes the decision to trust Feiyan Ma, and reveals that the goal of the Feng is not to assassinate the Dawn Emperor, but rather his mother, the Dowager Empress, as revenge for Huian Yao poisoning their mother and killing their baby sister in utero twelve years before. The problems with Yao spies being killed in Feng territory was the result of a misunderstanding; the Feng believed the spies were sent by Huian Yao, not the Emperor, and summarily executed them, while the Emperor believed that Feng spies on the border were part of a plot to overthrow him, not investigating the internal goings-on of Feng-guo. Lien Hua also introduces Lan Fan to one of her own spies in the palace, a mute man named Lang, who Lan Fan knows is a double agent for the Firebrands. Lan Fan does not reveal Lang's betrayal to Lien Hua in the moment. Instead, she asks Xiaoqing to infiltrate the Firebrands’ base of operations in the capital, and Xiaoqing, wishing to avenge her mother, agrees. 

The Gathering closes, and many families return to their home provinces. However, due to the Emperor’s announcement that he is going to begin his search for a wife, many families summon daughters and cousins to the court in an attempt to take the role of Empress. The Emperor is retreating to Pubuchuan for the winter, a mountain palace with many hot springs to last them through the long snows. Only ten families have been invited. It is here that the battle for the role of Empress will occur—and Ling has already asked that Lan Fan participate, in her role as Feiyan Ma, to keep up the ruse of their courtship. Lan Fan agrees.

[witch-of-the-sands]

Alcor NPC Headcanons

So while I've been writing and planning Lulling Waves and Empty Skies over the past year, I've also been compiling a lot of headcanons about the main NPCs I've been writing about.

There have been a lot of original characters that I've had to make throughout the storyline since it's set in Fontaine, but I still have been obsessed with the members of the Alcor and Crux Fleet specifically. So like I did a lot of deep diving into Juza and Little Yue because they're more important to the plot in Lulling Waves and Empty Skies than in Genshin itself.

Juza

So much time has been dedicated to thinking about him because he's just so cool :( there is no other reason for me to have so many thoughts about him tbh I just want to be him

Acne scars because I say so, I feel like he's a very weathered person in general. He definitely has scars from fights and ship accidents too, as well as some moles from the sun exposure

He's also very tan, I imagine him both with a darker complexion than in game in general as well as tanned from being on the ocean so much

Grew up with Beidou in Liyue Harbor (I don't care if Beidou's backstory says otherwise, this is canon in my brain because I wrote it down long before that was released)

Can wield most weapons to a certain extent, but he seems like he'd fight most with either his fists or a claymore (that or similar to the treasure hoarder who fights with a hammer!) this goes along with him growing up with Beidou

This one makes no sense whatsoever, but he's definitely unable to flirt with anyone, he absolutely just clams up and can't speak to anyone

Adding on to the previous, he's the best wingman of all time by the grace of the archons, the whole "coaches don't play" thing is his motto

Basically Little Yue's second parent (first is Beidou), but is still called uncle instead of parent, he would do anything for his little man I swear on my life

Little Yue

A lot of headcanons about him are absolutely just about him growing up tbh, so a lot of it is just ideas of him when he's grown up, but there's a lot of stuff that I kinda have for possible future works too.

Like the most important one is I personally believe he has a pyro vision as an adult, he's a very passionate person which is what reminds me of a lot of pyro characters

Takes over the Crux Fleet after Beidou retires! I know this is pretty much his canonical continuation of his life from his pieces of story, but I don't care he's the next leader of The Crux

He definitely eventually persuades Changchang to also join the fleet after a short amount of time, I also have a crazy idea for a continuation of Lulling Waves and Empty Skies based on this idea that I probably won't have the energy to write

Okay I pinkie promise I'm done with adult headcanons omg I didn't realize I had that many for his adulthood

One of the nosiest kids you will ever meet, he's the kind of kid who constantly plays the why game

He also basically refuses to listen ever! He's constantly sneaking onto the ship, probably a criminal in the making if not for Beidou teaching him morals

Yue is also incredibly street smart, I don't think we think a lot about how those who aren't rich enough to have personal tutors are able to learn, he's probably not the best educated when it comes to classical things, but he's a genius on his feet

Along with that, Ningguang probably ends up getting him some sort of tutor but he's a menace (Yue not the tutor) he doesn't seem like he'd be a fan of standard learning anyway

The Alcor as a whole

I don't have that many headcanons for the Alcor, but I can say that all of them are the epitome of it takes a village, especially when it comes to Yue

I tend to focus the most on Beidou and Juza (I may or may not be biased toward them a little) but every single person in the Crux Fleet, especially The Alcor, is imperative to shaping Yue's personality, goals, and life

I love them all so much

[almonddirge]

So we’re getting world level 9, but no extra adventure ranks? Fucking hell.

At least wl9 world bosses give *at least* 3 drops every time, meaning potential 4! And they’re boosting the drop rate for mats for Kairagi, Specters, and a couple others.

Also on a personal note I love doing my weekly reputation requests past max level and they’re taking that away. For what reason?? Maybe I like delivering flowers for Changchang and the Mondstadter’s dead daughter.

[vickey72]

香港の常常集品さん

@changchang_goodstore に

ランプをお届けいたしました。

古い地球儀をベースにした”sphere “。

大小それぞれ製作し、浮遊感のある

人工衛星的なイメージは

灯さずともオブジェのような雰囲気に。

アンティークのハットスタンドをモチーフに

リサイズした“pavlova tall”。

少し大きめのサイズ感ですが、

薄いトー��と程よいマット感が

インテリアに溶け込みます。

木部製作: @morioko__ @hidaka_morioko

我们将这盏灯交付香港的“常常集品”。请各位香港人过来看看实物。不过，它可能已经开始销售了。

・常常集品　 Changchang goodstore

@changchang_goodstore

G04A 618 Shanghai Street, Mong Kok, Hong Kong 852

[blondnewhalf]

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8/2(金)北堀江クラブビジョン

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8/8(木)東心斎橋クラブストンプ

『WatarusekenwaOnibakari vol.4』

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adv/door 2000(2D込み)

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open/start 18:00/18:30

adv/door 2000(+1D)

8/21(水)梅田ハードレイン

『解放区』

・BLONDnewHALF

・アンモニアンズ

・バビロンブレイカーズ

・宇宙時代

open/start 18:30/19:00

adv/door 2000/2500(+1D)

8/23(金)難波ベアーズ

『Door of the Cosmos#5』

・BLONDnewHALF

・ソープ嬢変死

・Vivakappa

・yashin

open/start 18:30/19:00

adv/door 2000

8/24(土)岡山ペパーランド

『SUMMER⚡️SLASH 岡山PEPPERLAND 50th Anniv.SP アシスタンツ7inchレコ発』

・BLONDnewHALF

・アシスタンツ

・ノラ一味

・Merry Ghosts

・天国注射

・320

・FAKE DUB BAND

・能勢慶子

・やっほー

・AGGS

・THE LOWKID

・Do You Still Hate Me?

&more!!‼︎

DJ: 悪夜華 / MAI(チャイニーズロック) / CHAPPY(THE CRANiUM) / お嬢 / 夜のマカロニ

FOOD : FREEDOM TACOS / 深夜洋食タク

open/start 12:00

adv/door 1900/2400(+1D)

8/28(水)尼崎トラ

『NEO CITY』

・BLONDnewHALF

・pikmaruko

・Stacked State

・Dusseldorfnite

・kevin

open/start 18:00/18:30

adv/door 1800/2300(+1D)

8/30(金)難波メレ

『半端ないって vol.10』

・BLONDnewHALF

・アシスタンツ

・half years ROM

・ﾍﾝﾐ (a.m.小径団地)

open/start 19:00/19:30

adv/door 2000/2500(+1D)

8/31(土)難波ベアーズ

『DANCEBEACH 20th anniversary tour』

・BLONDnewHALF

・DANCE BEACH

・bed

・アシスタンツ

open/start 18:00/18:30

adv/door 2300/2500

[chang9683-blog]

Vẫn biết đôi chân chẳng thể đến được mà tầm mắt thì cứ thế trông xa... anh là điều không thể, tình cảm hôm nay mình gói ghém thật kỹ, chôn thật sâu, thật sâu... vì có khi theo đuổi mãi, thứ mình nhận được lại là một đòn chí mạng... chắc mình không thở nổi... mình sợ thật!

[lyselkatzfandomluvs]

Impalpable 觸不可及 - Liú Chàng 劉暢

Tibetan Sea Flower - Adventure Behind the Bronze Door - 藏海花 OST

Such a nice surprise to suddenly hear ChàngChàng's voice in the drama!!

[hoelex0513love]

★Dream DODO ZOO 繽紛兒童小積木

72.●【DODO 方塊 Dachshund 】" 精靈帽臘腸狗"(腸腸 ChangChang)

怪充滿奇幻想像的一位作家，

腸腸總是帶著精靈帽來場自己的想像冒險。

A writer full of strange fantasy images,

ChangChang always brings his elf hat to his imaginary adventure.

英語親子教學頻道

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCXDllyXoOxMbYhi6UC1ZQWA

歡迎幫我訂閱+小鈴鐺 +分享喔。

#DreamDoDoZoo

#夢想方塊動物園

#白虎

#咪咪

#WhiteTiger

#mimi

#蘋果

#小積木

#繽紛兒童

#AlicemisA

#心夢品牌

#Hoelex

#浩理斯

#artvsartist

#illustrator

#Painter

[teyvatcompendium]

outfit reference: Changchang

[moncafedits]

- changkyun lockscreens.

like or reblog if you save!

[lafeae]

Prompt: Chronic Pain

Fandom: N/A

Characters: Li Nguyen (OC), ChangChang (OC)

For: @badthingshappenbingo

Chronic Pain

When the sun set in Hong Kong, the city awoke. It’s nightlife hustled brightly, it’s towers illuminated in a rainbow of colours and flourish until the façades moved and danced to the Symphony of Lights, making it easy to drown out and worry or concern as it beckoned people deep into the deeming trenches of barely moveable streets and new-age infrastructure. The tourists and the outdoor vendors, yelling loudly and capriciously while they stirred noodles and clapped their hands, knew nothing about the kinds of things that were happening under their feet.

The world was changing.

Behind the tall and beautiful edifices, mouths moved and papers shuffled, preparing the world for the be all, end all of tectonic shifts. Where money, power, and information were all going to share the same surface. The swipe of a tablet, or a badge, or a watch was all it was going to take. Every detail linked to a fingerprint of a retina scan. Hell, even a face.

Li didn’t know how they didn’t know. Maybe the beautiful skyline had tricked them. Hong Kong was a state of mind. Precariously stuck in between between old world and new ideals, a border where east met west in the most cliché sort of descriptor for those that were looking for a way to ease into the eventual culture shock, Hong Kong had a way of hypnotising people into a sense of ease. And really, if you weren’t there on business, that was the point.

But Li was there on business. More specifically, he’d moved there for business four months ago and would remain there, at least until the wedding.

He sighed. “Stop the car.”

The sleek car broke out of traffic and parked midway up a busy causeway. A block away was The Lotus. A tall, twinkling building whose front had rose petals raining over the silhouette of curvaceous, beckoning beauties called to him. Soon.

Planting his cane first, Li heaved out of the car.

“Are you sure, Mr. Nguyen?” The driver asked.

“Yes, thank you.”

“But the Mistress said...!”

Li dug in his pocket and handing over a colourful array of banknotes, thumbing down enough to see the a golden yellow one waded in the centre. He opened up the front passenger door and leaned over the leather seats, passing them to the driver.

“Go have fun. I’ll be a while.”

The money was snatched up immediately. The driver licked his fingers and counted the notes. He nodded vehemently, but Li knew, no matter how much money he handed over, that this would still be reported back to Fayola. The Mistress. The Princess. The Bride-to-Be. Maybe it would buy him an hour or two, though. Which was enough for a stroll and aimless sight seeing.

He began to long walk to towards The Lotus, taking the same careful and steady steps he always did, keeping in queue with the faster legs in front of him. His pace was even, and his footing sound, but it was never about that. It was the pain that shot through him at random intervals and made him hear cymbals crashing over the sharp throes of Cantonese and Mandarin and the deep-bass rhythm of live music being played somewhere adjacent to him. Coins still shook in his pocket, maybe he would visit the musician.

When the pain dissipated for a few fleeting moments, he picked up the pace and made it to a corner stall with steam rising out from beneath moist, navy blue banners likely soaked through with the grease and oil from the egg waffles.

Artfully, one of the cooks twirled a long string of chocolate sauce over the puffy fried batter balls and handed them off wrapped in paper. A hawker was in Li’s shouting, “Stop staring. You scare people!” before smiling and quickly wrapping one of the pastries. “One or two?”

“Three,” Li replied.

“Three!” The hawker laughed. “No eyes on you tonight?”

Li shrugged and handed over the last of the bills in his pocket. “There’s always eyes. I just...had a craving.”

“Mm. That bad, huh?” Asked the hawed, pointing towards Li’s legs. Li didn’t answer, holding the warm pastries in his hands before lifting them back up, where the hawker drizzled chocolate sauce on them. “Must be that bad. You ever think to drink instead?”

Li snorted. “I’ll be back.”

“I know! You keep me in business!”

The egg waffles were torn into as Li walked. The pain was flaring up again, pulsing from his knee and shooting down to his foot until the toes were numb. Wonderful. They couldn’t bother him with anymore than a tingle that way. It left him leaning against the cane to combat the sensation of the muscle in his knee constantly tightening, or his thigh muscle ready to burst out from beneath the skin. The less pressure, the better.

Eventually, he made it to The Lotus, staring up at its infinitely high billboard and the many, many windows tucked behind the glittering pixels. People danced in the dim windows, unaware how apparent their shadows were on the glass, especially the very round breasts suctioned on again, off again, from the fourth floor while the person behind her shimmied her slim panties off. The light in the room flicked off after that, but Li was sure he could make out the smear where her breasts had been.

Two egg waffles were chomped through to the hard edges resting in the bottom of the bag, the third cooling against his hand. He didn’t want it, it was too much for one person, but he knew in twenty or thirty minutes, his brain wouldn’t care what his stomach did or didn’t want. He was going to get that plastered and probably throw up.

That was the only way to get through this.

Chocolate sauce was wiped from his mouth as he stepped through a side door, nodding to the bouncer who barely glanced at him while others complained.

Inside, the dim lighting flickered with stones and glitter, the entire room beating with a terrible, autotuned rhythm that could have taken some notes from the street performer that he’d forgotten about.

“Mr. Nguyen!” A woman with too much eye make-up approached him, her long lashes batting. She took his arm. “Come to join the party? Kitty’s here! She’s just climbed on a table and—!”

“Just the bar, thanks.”

Fluttering her big lashes, the woman looked down at the egg waffle and licked her lips. He broke off a piece and handed it to her, watching her devour it behind her hand. If it went to her wide hips, it wouldn’t hurt her any.

“You need ChangChang?” Big Lashes asked.

“Always.”

She pivoted on the stiletto heels and walked him to the elevator, stealing bites of the egg waffle the entire way. Maybe that was the price for this service. A pretty girl as a crutch wasn’t such a bad thing. She gave a good lap dance, too, when he was sitting. Looking into her big, often glittering lashes made him ignore almost everything just so he had a moment to himself.

But she left him at the empty VIP bar, waving goodbye as she stole the last of the egg waffle.

Li dropped into one of the barstools and used both hands to pull his leg up onto the low bar. His toes were the only thing saved from the rippling pain that, even as he rested, refused to subside. For a few minutes, he steadied his breath and rubbed his thigh between both hands while focusing on the bay in the distance. A perfect location for a luxurious high-rise club, and especially perfect for the VIP lounge, where the elite could sip their VSOP and Remy while looking out at the lights twinkling on the choppy water like underwater fireworks.

The back door slammed open, drawing his attention to the wall of liquor lit up by a bright backlight.

“You again?” The shrill voice belonging a tall, lithe woman, asked. Her long hair was oiled back, with big curls pinned above her forehead and ears. Sharp make-up around her eyes and bold-lined lips contrasted her blue tracksuit. He’d caught her getting ready for the night. “I should charge you rent.”

“Booze is worth more.”

“Ha, as if you pay.”

Li rolled his eyes and braced the bar, shifting his weight to the right side. “Nice to see you too, ChangChang.”

The woman scoffed. “What you want?”

“Usual. Double, if you could.”

Bottles clanked together, and Li buried his face in his hands for a few seconds while he gathered his breath.

One, two, three, stretch out the knee. Four, five, six, swing it back. Seven, eight, nine, straighten the back. Wash, rinse, repeat, holding his leg out as long as he was physically able, until the muscles burned and his knee cried for relief. Tingling returned to his toes, not that he wanted it. He’d give anything for his knee and calf to stop pulsating. Not that it would, it never had, but there was a faraway hope that it might.

Because sometimes it dulled. Under the right circumstances, it dulled to a whisper and he forgot about its existence. That thinking led him down the slippery slope of believing that if he replicated those exact circumstances—if he moved the right way, sat the right way, acted the right way—that it would go away. The worst part of it was that it sometimes worked. Always sometimes. Just enough to make him do it again and again, living in the same loop, and the same lie, that this could be cured.

Wishful thinking.

Nothing had changed in seventeen years. Li knew he was a fool for thinking it would change, but pain wasn’t logical. It drilled into that part of his brain that made him foolish, happily misinformed, and hopeful that if he just got this right! he could prove the illogical. That he could help himself and everyone else plagued with the dark, transporting thoughts and feelings (and actions, he murmured to himself when alone, when no one was listening to him and there was a block of knives in the room, but that required walking) and be the miracle for someone else.

“Hey, no passing out on the bar,” ChangChang said. She sat a glass down in front of him.

Li’s grimace fluttered into a tight smile. “Not passing out. I haven’t even drank yet.”

“I’m gonna charge you extra when you do.”

“I’m not going to.”

ChangChang snorted. “Be a first.”

The liquor was thrown back. People always described a burn, but he never felt it anymore. He hardly even remembered what it felt like to begin with. For a second, he lingered with his eyes to the ceiling while the first drink impacted into his brain. Only...he didn’t know how many more...to go.

“Oh, we’re self-Indulgent today, I see.” ChangChang clicked her tongue. “Don’t try telling me answers to universe. I don’t care, okay? Got enough of those to make book from.”

“I don’t have any answers.”

“Yet.”

Li slid the empty glass towards her. “Only one way to find out.”

“I said ‘not interested’. Keep that shit to yourself,” ChangChang said. The glass was taken.

In the time it took for ChangChang to fill it back up, Li’d attention drifted towards doors at the far side of the bar, where flashing lights beat to a rhythm in the cracks. If he closed his eyes, he heard people laughing and screaming. Recklessly enjoying themselves, girls jumping into boy’s arms and swinging around the room to the rapid-fire mix of songs he was too old to give a damn about. Someone, somewhere, was getting busy before paying for a girl or booking a room. To each their own.

There was a time it was him. When, underneath ultraviolet light and shimmer glow, he lost sense of space and time. When his only idea of where his curly-haired, five foot nothing tall of fierce and stubborn Goddess was was by following the soft hush of her voice and the warm trails of her fingertips on his back.

She always got him into messes. Pushed his boundaries; mentally, emotionally, sexually. She left him with humid memories of laying in the sands of a beach in the Philippines after a day-long binge of self-discovery with one Guillermo (“call me Gil,” he purred) while she watched on and eventually joined because she was a little selfish and impatient. She would deny it when Li teased her for it.

A stab of pain thrust through his knee. He’d leaned too forward in his daydream, and cursed to himself as he slipped off the stool.

ChangChang wasn’t looking at him. In that moment of white-hot pain, he reached across the bar and grabbed the bourbon bottle she’d left out.

“Hey, you! Stop that.”

“Put it on the tab,” Li said. He grabbed a short-stemmed glass and poured an amount that almost sloshed over the rim. Just so he wasn’t drinking straight from the bottle. “I’m sure it’s appropriately overpriced.”

ChangChang was silent. The bourbon was sipped in one long, slow. Li didn’t come up to breathe, too focused on the colourful door. When he finished, his ears were a little warm. More out of worry than from the drink, because he knew he wasn’t a lightweight. Not anymore.

It was refilled. Scrutinising eyes were on him, but after two or three more drinks, ChangChang’s quizzicalness, or maybe it was disgust, would go away. Everything would go away. Everything but the pain, but he would be in a good place, so it would slip to that dull, almost right, feeling that he remembered. If he remembered. He thought he knew what it felt like to not be in pain.

“I’ll tell her you’re here,” ChangChang threatened after the third, or was it fourth, fill of the glass.

Li snorted. “Fuck Fayola. She knows.”

“Not her, dipshit.”

“Masiko?” Li asked, lips puckering.

“Yes.”

“Is she here?”

“Yes. And I tell her you’re being stupid.”

“What else is new?”

ChangChang crossed her arms. “I call in your ‘tab’.”

“Do it.”

“I will.”

The glass was slammed on the bar. “Do it! Make her come out here.”

God, the pain was blinding. The very thought of his Goddess strolling through that door and looking him up and down, seeing him wavering as he put all of his weight on his bad leg just to test how many more drinks it was going to take to make it go away, was embarrassing. Not that she hadn’t seen him shit-faced, passed-out, wallowing in places that they shared with in ever long, intimate sessions of silence and touches. It was just different now. It lacked the intimate. The good intimate, at least.

Intimate hate was a thing, too. For self, for others.

It made every detail so vivid, so precise, that no matter how much alcohol churned in him, Li could never escape the memories. The pain of the memories. No, pain in his leg, not memories.

ChangChang’s lips pursed. “Go home.”

“No.”

“Now.”

Li shook his head vehemently.

“You only make it worse on yourself, asshole. With Fayola or Masiko,” ChangChang said. If it weren’t for the soft lilt of concern in her voice, the gentle mothering instinct she had feel down in her, Li might have believed her despise. “Fucker.”

“Yeah, I know.”

ChangChang refilled the glass and took the bottle. “I need to change. Don’t fuck up my bar.”

Li laughed to himself. He rested his forehead into knit fingers. “I won’t.”

“Don’t go through the door, either.”

“...I won’t,” Li said, so soft that it might have been a thought.

ChangChang left, and he nursed the glass slowly while peeking over to the door. Despite the warning, he wanted to go through it. He wanted to search through the sweaty bodies and find his Goddess. He didn’t need to hear her or see her, just feel her. He’d know Masiko by touch.

But he couldn’t. His leg hurt too bad.

Or that’s what he told himself.