Ruining Fetch! with Ruff Ruffman (one of my fave childhood shows) with my crappy editing skills that I relearned by using blender of all programs lkawdjmawjmdwalzzzzzzzzz *KEYBOARD SMASH*
Gonna try uploading this here bc twitter was vibe checking me. For some reason, the audio was just like "nope, not happening today."
I guess this could maybe count as a fetch stan twitter meme idk /j
All original clips/etc belong to their respected owners
Today on "Another JeanMarco Soulmate AU absolutely no one asked for" I present to you -
Soulmate AU in which you stop seeing colors when your soulmate dies, the only exception being your soulmate. Now cue to Jean who just found Marco's, his best friend's, body. And you know, there's the shock of finding out Marco's dead. The pain and confusion and guilt. But there's also the revelation, because despite everything he can still see Marco like nothing took place at all- yes, half of his face is missing and his body is straight up lifeless, but Jean can still make out the color of his eye ; see that light shade of brown perfectly, remember all the times he has found himself looking at them while listening to Marco talk. He can still make out the colors of his uniform, see the same shade of black his hair has always had, practically see. Despite being dead, Marco was the only piece of color left in his life.
And there's denial for a moment because there's no way Marco was his soulmate. But that goes away fast, getting replaced by guilt. By the fact that he hasn't been there to save him, that Marco has to die all alone without anyone being there for him.
And that was worse than the simple fact that he could no longer see colors ; because Marco was there when Jean needed him, but he failed to do the same. And not only he lost his best friend that day, but his other half too.
I, I, I'm not gonna die in here
I, I, I'm not gonna die in here
Work hard to be a hero all my life
Always try to turn the other cheek
And save my closed-fist punches for the ones who throw them first
Always show some mercy to the wounded and the weak
Always help a guy back to his feet
Always help old ladies cross the street
-Heel Turn 1, The Mountain Goats
Yandere headcanons with a reader that is sick (like has a cold or something, nothing serious)
Fandoms (in order): Attack on Titan, My Hero Academia, Haikyuu, Danganronpa 1, 2, and V3, Oshi no Ko, Free, Ouran High School Host Club, Fruits Basket, Hetalia
He's beside himself with worry. What if you get sicker? What if you die from this? He hates to see you so miserable- it makes him feel miserable too. He does his best to help you feel better, but he's too stressed out to really be much help, even if it doesn't show.
He's a doting boyfriend/friend. He's dabbing at your forehead with a damp washcloth, taking your temperature, fetching your medication, food, and water. He enjoys being this close to you, even if the situation isn't the best.
He takes advantage of your sickness. Touching you because you're too out of it to ward him off, talking your ear off because you're too sick to move, etc. He doesn't mind seeing you this way: helpless and dependent on him and him alone.
Warnings: AFAB reader, Spoilers, Angst, Mentions of death, Mentions of Gore, Character loss, Mentions of being sick, Implied blood, NOT A HAPPY ENDING SORRYYY
Genre: Angst 😞
!MARINEFORD SPOILERS!
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The battle had started around 2 hours ago, 43 pirate ships had arrived at marineford to save Portgas D. Ace, including you. The marines plans to speed up the exucution were in full circle even with Whitebeards statregic planing. You stood aboard the deck of the Moby Dick, alongside your father Whitebeard. You had come to save ace too, The love of your life.
Your breaths came out staggered as you watched the events before you unfold, The death of little Oars Jr, A marine ship hauling Ace’s kid brother falling from the sky, everyone fighting to get into the plaza.. You thought you had seen it all until one of the seven warlords , pirate princess Boa Hancock defend and protect Aces kid brother from the marines as he too attempted to infiltrate the plaza alongside multiple divisions of the Whitebeard crew along with sworn allies they had made over the decades.
Your heart pounded in you chest as you hopped down from the deck, your feet almost slipping against the ice, you let out a elongated breath as you began to run into the midst of the fighting. Sword in hand as you fought marines left and right. As a fleet commander you were a main target for the few Admirals that were attacking the pirates to keep them out of the plaza. You looked up only to lock eyes with your beloved, chained, beaten, and bruised. The scene along made your gut tumble, he was resting on his knees, head hung low, face stained with tears. You focused on him, not the battle around you, his eyes widened and he yelled out for you but a marine had already jumped and tackled you, knocking your sword a good distance away. You yelped in surprise as the marine held a sharp sword against your neck, your hands just blocking the blade from slicing your throat open. The blade dug into the palms of your hands as you pushed back, the stinging sensation only growing the more you fought against the marine, you closed your eyes in agony as you continued to use your strength to push him off. The marine soon went flying as you mustered up enough strength to throw him off, blood leaked from your hands, your breath now ragged, the swords locked around Ace, breath tightening in your chest as you scrambled for your sword.
“ACE!”
Ace looked down from his post, hearing your guttural scream was torture enough, alongside with having to bear the trouble of a whole war being caused over his execution.
“(NAME!) STAY BACK PLEASE-! YOULL GET KILLED!”
The sound of aces voice only fueled the fight in you. your hand clenched around your blade as you sprinted to the post, but someone had tripped you, your head hit the ice with a cracking sound, and you blacked out.
You were awoken god knows how long later to Marco kneeling above you, protecting you from the attack of the marines, Ace was standing beside him, along with his brother Luffy. Your eyes widened , seeing him free and alive was everything to you. You reached out for him. Luffy ran off to fetch what looked like a piece of paper floating against the wind. You looked away for a second to check on Marco and before you could blink the sound of impact and beads hitting the ground filled your ears, everything else went silent. The sounds of swords clashing ceased to exist as you looked up, The scene was graphic, Admiral Akainus fist straight through aces torso, Luffy on the ground looking up, paper in hand.
Your eyes widened as sound of your own gasp brought you back to reality as you screamed out his name, until your breath couldn’t take it anymore and you gasped for air, you tried to crawl to him, but Marco had grabbed you by your arms, hands resting under your shoulders as you squirmed and screamed out. Ace fell to his knees. You fell to yours.
“Ace…No..”
Memories flooded your brain, Of him holding you close on warm nights, using his devil fruit power to warm you from the cold as you sat on the deck of the ship and stargazed.
How his soft hands would capture yours and pull you into a loving and soft kiss.
How his eyes blazed with passion on adventures.
How he had promised to spend his life with you, promised to continue to take you on his adventures, promised to never part with you.
You felt sick, your meal from earlier rising in your throat.
Then he fell, right into Luffys arms. Your eyes watered instantly. Tears streaming down your face as you sat there. On your knees. Sobbing.
Marco stood in front of you, preventing you from getting to him, preventing you from reaching your one and only.
But that wasn’t enough to stop you. You quickly lunged over to them, even in your conditions, completely ignoring the risks.
“Ace-!”
“Ace…?”
He was silent for a moment, other than his sobbing, you sat at his side, arms wrapped around his, his fingers curling around yours as Luffy supported his body weight.
“Thank you… for loving someone like me…”
His voice was echoed in your ears, your heart stopping as the fingers that were curled right around your own grew limp and fell, along with the rest of his body, right onto the ice. There before you, Dead, was your lover. Portgas D. Ace.
The scream of Aces brother made your ears ring, you didn’t know what to do, you reached out to him and pulled him up.
“Ace..? ACE?!”
Tears streamed down your cheeks, hot and salty against your lips, face red from screaming and crying, his body was cold and limp, he was no longer with you, the denial hit like a brick, you continued to scream his name until marco had to drag you out of the battlefield and back onto the ship.
That scene looped over and over again in your dreams, you awoke from your sleep drenched in sweat, Blood still staining you clothes and hair from the events of last night, you went to step out of bed and realized you were in your own room. You hadn’t been in your own room in months, it was tidy and unsettling. Your heart thumped in your chest as you wobbled to the door, slipping out and staring into the sky, the early morning sunrise was painted with all kinds of colors that reminded you of him. You felt sick, the throbbing headache you hadn’t noticed before kicking in.
You remembered the adventures you two used to go on, the night you and him danced together like your lives would never be the same.. the way he held his head like a hero. But you knew deep down his memory , his legacy would live on.
“You will be remembered..”
Your voice was groggy and quiet, not and octave than a whisper.
“Long live.. The walls we crashed through… I had the time of my life with you, Ace.”
You said even quieter, a single tear dripping down your cheek.
The bed was empty when you fell asleep. Not that there was a bad reason for it, Marco was just a busy man between his duties as division commander and as doctor. The bed did always feel a little empty without him but at least you never wake up alone. One arm is looped around your waist and a large palm is flat against your belly in a position that would have made you self-conscious once upon a time. Now it’s something grounding, even when his fingers curl slightly into the softness layered above muscle.
The other arm is under your head and given your slightly desperate desire to stretch, you can only guess you’ve been curled in this position since Marco came to bed. Cautious not to knock him, you stretch out and let out a tiny yawn. He might need less sleep than others but you can’t bring yourself to interrupt him regardless. He mumbles something breath washing over the back of your neck in a way that makes you shiver slightly
Then your stomach growls. You sigh - so much for a nice, slow, cuddly morning. But if you can manage to extract yourself without waking him, you can bring breakfast in bed. Thatch is probably already awake and cooking. With some difficulty you manage to slide out of his grip, and almost fall off the bed as you try to climb over him without actually climbing him. Then you make the mistake of looking at his face.
Not that it’s ever really a mistake to look at his face, but it’s nice to look at him when he’s completely at peace like this. Marco is good at never looking exceptionally stressed, his eyes are usually the give away - at least to you - about when there’s something more happening than the usual day to day chaos that came with life on the Moby Dick. But sleep is something different. And damn it, if he isn’t beautiful laying there. Even though your stomach growls, you take a moment to lean in and brush a soft kiss over his lips.
They pull into a small smile, and you hustle out of the room before you can get too distracted from your task. There’s a handful of early risers – and admittedly usually you and Marco are part of this group – but not too many people. You’re surprised to see Ace at the counter, but less so when he’s snoring into his plate. You catch Thatch’s eye and he glances at the younger man with a soft smile.
“Swapped his night watch shift and got out of schedule.” Thatch explains. Ace’s narcolepsy is always worse when his sleep schedule changes unexpectedly. Sometimes it can’t be helped, sometimes he does it even though he knows it’ll effect him. Most of the time his narcolepsy catches up with him when he’s already feeling relaxed, at least. Hence why he was often face down in his food. Thatch has already made sure he can breathe, so you just ruffle his hair and move on to fetch plates for you and Marco.
“C’mere, let me serve it up fresh.” Thatch tells you, and you pad over so he can do just that. In what you consider some kind of karma, he ruffles your hair before you thank him and head off with the food. You scowl but you can’t really be mad. There’s half a dozen hair ruffles a day by various members of the crew. One of the side effects of being so small by comparison. At least Ace is younger than you, so no one can call you the baby.
When you go back into your room, Marco is on his back, one arm up behind his head and the other draped across his stomach. Your eyes follow along the lines of his body hungrily, but your stomach growls yet again and reminds you to feed it before you attempt any exercise. Balancing the plates on the bedside table, you sit beside Marco and brush your fingers through his hair lightly. There’s not much of it but what is there is soft and feels luxurious against your skin.
His eyes open shortly after and when he turns his hooded gaze on you desire brews at your core. The man is too much for you sometimes, it’s a miracle you don’t jump his bones more often. But his eyes do flick over to the food briefly before back to your face.
“Good morning,” You greet him with a hint of a smile. “I figured breakfast in bed was in order.”
Marco just hums at first, hand sliding up your thigh like he’s thinking about some other kind of breakfast in bed when your stomach chimes in yet again. Your cheeks heat up and he chuckles softly.
“Breakfast in bed sounds wonderful, pretty bird.” He murmurs but when you turn to reach for the plates, his fingers curl into your thigh that little bit more. “Kiss me again?”
Your cheeks heat a little more as you realise he was awake when you left, but you adjust, swing a leg over him and fight down a gasp as you feel the hard length of his cock pressed against him as you settle. For his part, Marco does little more than take a breath that sounds like it’s between his teeth and you lean in to press your lips against his.
A large hand cups your ass, and the other one curls into the hair at the base of your neck. When you moan, his tongue presses past your lips and teases against your own. You’re breathless when you part and about to go back for more when your poor, ignored stomach betrays you once again. Your forehead tips to his as you both laugh softly.
That isekai marco demon au got me in a chokehold 💀 Ace showing Marco where they will sleep and its just a slab of heated rock and Marco’s like don’t you know humans need piles of soft things to sleep with???
Ace who did know and has always wanted to try but its the dumb shit rules his lord father instigated about no weaknesses among demonfolk —
Summons some rando underlings to go fetch something that a human would want for bedding purposes
Anyway they get to curl up in a very soft cloudlike substance 👌🏽 potentially where Ace can start calling Marco a dove or pretty bird bc its like a nest and humans seem to like comfortable places to rest in
Because I can't keep quiet anymore, I'm just gonna tell what I have planned.
A domestic AU in which they all work everyday jobs or go to school in Hamburg. The main characters will be Jere, Bojan and Chris - especially Chris though. Some things I got planned already in terms of who works as what:
Chris - He's a music label owner coming from and living in Hamburg who specializes in bands and solo artists in the Rock, Metal and Alternative genre. Chris is very laid back, enjoys having a coffee on his balcony during the weekends whenever the weather is warm and sunny and occasionally writes and produces some songs himself.
Jere - He works as a tattooist and owns his own shop called "Sunrise parlor". The shop's motto is "It's crazy, it's party" which fits well with how Jere lives his life. People normally call him by his Finnish tattoo artist name Käärijä, his trademark is the Rammstein tattoo on the left side of his chest that he likes to show others as much as he can - he's very proud of it.
Bojan - He's a Slovenian barista working in the café Ljubljana. A bright and always smiling guy who's one of the four owners of the café he works in. His work days are usually Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday from 6 AM to 2 PM. Sometimes, he manages the café's bar in the evenings, but that almost only happens on Sundays.
Fatima - A well-known sommelier from Canada who's always on the lookout for the best wine and thus travels around the world a lot. Very fashionable and doesn't allow anyone to tell her what to do. Her commonly used name outside of home is La Zarra.
Marco - He's an Italian voice actor who usually synchronizes children's cartoon characters. Very kind and loving, and cares a lot about his friends and family. He sometimes babysits for a friend whenever he has the time - he doesn't mind doing it either, since he knows he's good with kids, and kids love him simply for existing.
Pavel - A therapist from Moldova who decided to go to Germany to see more of the world - what he also left in Moldova was his birth name Pavel, as he now normally goes by Pasha. He's a bit of a hippie and loves traveling more than anything, preferably to a new place every time he travels. His office hours are 8 AM to 4 PM Monday to Thursday with the exception of Friday, the only day that he works until 1 PM.
Alessandra - She's a college student majoring in music who frequently travels between her campus home and her actual home in Norway. It's easy to excite her and she loves adventures more than anything. Often times, she's seen singing to herself while doing school work.
Luka - An actor from Serbia who does modeling on the side. Because his non-Serbian manager often had trouble pronouncing his surname, Luka quickly adopted the name Luke Black and now goes by this name most of the time. Only his closest friends and family now call him Luka. Due to his perpetual baby face, he still has to give out his ID often enough that it's become almost embarrassing to him, but nobody knows that. He's a little mysterious and very focused on his work but still great at always being there for his loved ones, no matter what.
Remo - Another music major who shares some classes with Alessandra. He loves working with kids and singing to them the most, knowing it makes them smile which always makes him just as happy. Whenever he has a break from school that's long enough, he fetches himself a train ticket from Germany to Switzerland and goes straight back home to his family, staying there for as long as he can every time.
Maria - She's a dance teacher from Portugal who wanted to bring some Iberoromanic passion into "the dreary Hamburg only zombies can half-assedly enjoy", so she mainly focuses on dances such as salsa, tango and sometimes samba, with Alessandra and Remo being two of her students. Her bright attitude and dazzling smile are often times so infective, even the grumpiest grandpas can't help but smile at the sight of her. Her students lovingly call her Miss Mimicat.
Teodora (Teya) and Selina-Maria (Salena) - These two run a podcast together - after having been competitors for a good while - about all kinds of things they usually talk about called "The Teya & Salena Chronicles". They're especially popular in their home country Austria though their popularity amongst especially German and Swiss people has risen drastically as of late. The two love snickering about inside jokes to each other here or there and often crack jokes whenever things are too boring for their liking.
I think twelve characters should be enough for now, lol. I'll post a small teaser soon, if my upcoming finals don't kill me first, that is.
"And I would've gotten away with it too if it weren't for you kids and that meddling game show host dog!"
"That's me. Haha!"
Ruff Ruffman is immune to the gay blade for obvious reasons /j
I know shaggy says the "gay blade" line, but I thought it would be funnier if Ruff said it because he said "Zoinks!" in the Ruffman Manor episode (S5 E5). lol
Hello again! I'm so glad you're back!! I've read your yandere scenarios and MAN did they give me the chills!! And it fits the characters PERFECTLY!!!
I was wondering if you may do a Marco Yandere one? Not necessarily platonic, but the cringy cliche romance that yandere stories usually have. Thank you!!
I'll be fair with you reader, I couldn't go any further than what I've originally written. Didn't want to go off character too, butttt I hope you enjoy it tho.😎
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Yandere Marco headcannons
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° S/o is reader
° Spoiler free
° SFW
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°° Here's an ordinary stereotypical Marco: Chill, laidback, workaholic (ironically enough), and pretty mundane. It's as if nothing in the world could faze this bluebird. A man who knows exactly how to lighten your mood, make you laugh, and keep you relaxed for the day.
°° Even for a yandere version of himself, he's still utterly unfazeable.
°° All nice and well till the issue includes you, the only other line he will not tolerate anyone crossing. Under such circumstances this man, will show absolutely NO mercy.
°° The moment you show a sign of discomfort, his sharpened instincts would have caught on the rest of the story. You tripped and fell down? Ah no problem, he'll passively scold you and treat your wound, maybe add hint of mushy teasing to it.
°° Oh boy. Someone caused you harm? SOMEONE? The silent treatment that he'll give you for the rest of the hour means danger, bloodlust, a straight out death-row to that daring bastard.
°° You think he'll tell Pops about it? It's far-fetched. Marco knows involving Whitebeard is a waste of time and effort, the old man will be more considerate in his punishment, regardless of how grave the situation is. That's why this angrybird will take matters into his own hands.
°° He'll calmly walk over to the assulter, his usual lazy stare is now unreadable, and using his HUMONGOUS height to tower over his enemy. By now, the man is already in tears, wanting to escape, but Marco grabs his hand and drags him away from sight.
°° What exactly happened after that... you're not sure. All you know is that the following day you woke up faceplanted in you're boyfriend's tattooed chest, his eyes closed and breathing consistently. And the so called "bastard"? You never saw a darn trace of him again, even asking about him lead you to nothing. He literally vanished, in one night.
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"No need to bother yourself with it- yoi. It was a small matter and I took care of it thoroughly."
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"But what did you exactly do?"
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He ponders for a bit, smiling maliciously.
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"I made sure to show him that you're mine. And.. MINE. ALONE. Is that clear enough?"
This Lunar New Year Is the Year of the Dragon: Why the Beast Is a Big Deal in Chinese Culture
— By Chad De Guzman | Wednesday February 6, 2024 | Time Magazine
A traditional Chinese New Year dragon dance is performed in Liverpool’s Chinatown in January 2023.Getty Images
The last time China’s birth rates peaked was in 2012: that year, for every 1,000 people, there were 15 live births, a far cry from 2023’s 6.39. It was a statistical anomaly, considering the country’s ongoing state of demographic decline, which has proven extremely difficult to reverse. But 2024 may just see another baby boom for China, for the same reason as 12 years ago: it’s a Year of the Dragon.
Dragons are a big deal in Chinese culture. Whereas in the West dragons are often depicted as winged, fire-breathing monsters, the Chinese dragon, or the loong, is a symbol of strength and magnanimity. The mythical being is so revered that it snagged a spot as the only fictional creature in the Chinese Zodiac’s divine roster. And the imagery pervades society today—whether in boats, dances, or the stars.
International discourse about China’s economy or politics also often references the country as a “red dragon,” which critics have said subconsciously panders to Orientalism and fears of communism. But many Chinese proudly embrace the connection: China’s President Xi Jinping told former President Donald Trump in 2017 that the Chinese people are black-haired, yellow-skinned “descendants of the dragon.”
That’s why, in Years of the Dragon (which happen every 12 years), spikes in births tend to occur in China (as well as other countries with large Chinese populations, such as Singapore), as many aspiring parents try to time their pregnancies to result in a child born with the beast’s positive superstitious associations.
A Symbol of Prosperity
Where the Chinese dragon first came from is still debated by historians and archaeologists. But one of the most ancient images of the loong was unearthed in a tomb in 1987 in Puyang, Henan: a two-meter-long statue dating back to the Neolithic civilization of Yangshao Culture some 5,000–7,500 years ago. Meanwhile, Hongshan Culture’s Jade Dragon—a C-shaped carving with a snout, mane, and thin eyes—could be traced back to Inner Mongolia five millennia back.
Marco Meccarelli, an art historian at the University of Macerata in Italy, writes that there are four reliable theories for how the loong came to be: first, a deified snake whose anatomy is a collage of other worldly animals (based upon how, as ancient Chinese tribes merged, so did the animal totems that represent them); second, a callback to the Chinese alligator; third, a reference to thunder and a harbinger of rain; and lastly, as a by-product of nature worship.
Most of these theories point to the dragon’s supposed influence on water, because they are believed to be gods of the element, and thus, agricultural numen for a bountiful harvest. Some academics have said that across regions, ancient Chinese groups continued to enrich the dragon image with features of animals most familiar to them—for example, those living near the Liaohe River in northeast China integrated the hog into the dragon image, while people in central China added the cow, and up north where Shanxi is now, earlier residents mixed the dragon’s features with those of the snake.
A Symbol of Power
Nothing cemented the Chinese dragon’s might better than when it became a symbol of the empire. The mythical Yellow Emperor, a legendary sovereign, is said to have been fetched by a Chinese dragon to head to the afterlife. The loong are also said to have literally fathered emperors, or at least that’s what Liu Bang, the first emperor of the Han dynasty (202-195 B.C.), made his subjects believe: that he was born after his mother consorted with a Chinese dragon.
“The dragon totem and its corresponding clout were employed as a political tool for wielding power in imperial China,” Xiaohuan Zhao, associate professor of Chinese literary and theater Studies at the University of Sydney, tells TIME.
From then on, the loong was a recurrent theme across dynasties. The seat of the emperor was called the Dragon Throne, and every emperor was called “the true Dragon as the Son of Heaven.” D. C. Zhang, a researcher in the Institute of Oriental Studies at the Slovak Academy of Sciences in Bratislava, tells TIME that later dynasties even prohibited commoners from using any Chinese dragon motif on their clothes if they weren’t part of the imperial family.
The Qing Dynasty (1644-1912) created the first iteration of a Chinese national flag featuring a dragon with a red pearl, which was to be hung on Navy ships. But as the Qing Dynasty weakened after several notable military losses, including the First Sino-Japanese War (1894-1895) and Boxer Rebellion of 1900, caricatures of the dragon began to be used as a form to protest against the government for its weakness, says Zhang. But with the dynasty’s fall after the establishment of the Republic of China (ROC)—which would then become Taiwan—in 1912, Zhang says the pursuit of a national emblem was temporarily cast aside.
During the Second Sino-Japanese War (1937-1945), there had been renewed calls to find a unifying symbol to boost morale, and the dragon was among several animals considered. But when Mao Zedong established the People’s Republic of China (PRC) in 1949, the quest for a unifying symbol for the Chinese was forgotten again, as the country pivoted priorities toward rapid industrial development.
A Symbol of Unity
Outside China, the dragon motif may have quickly caught on, but inside it, the dragon was not as influential until the 1980s, says Zhang. In 1978, Taiwanese musician Hou Dejian composed a song entitled “Heirs of the Dragon” as a means to express frustration over the U.S.’s decision to recognize the PRC as China’s legitimate government and sever diplomatic ties with the ROC (Taiwan). Lee Chien-fu, a Taiwanese student at the time, released a cover of the song in 1980 that grew immensely popular on the island.
Despite being a song decrying Taiwan’s disappointment, the song managed to cross the strait and also resonated with citizens of the mainland. Zhang says “China was becoming stronger” and its government tried to co-opt “Heirs of the Dragon” as it needed an emblem for unification and prosperity “which would be apolitical and would be inclusive to all Chinese nations even for those living abroad.” Hou, who had since moved to China, sang the song in a Chinese state variety show to usher in the Year of the Dragon in 1988.
But the song’s popularity also led it to be used against the Chinese leadership. Dissidents turned “Heirs of the Dragon” back into a protest anthem before the 1989 Tiananmen Square crackdown, according to the South China Morning Post, with Hou even changing some of the lyrics according to Zhang. Hou was deported back to Taiwan in 1990, but his music stayed with the ethnically Chinese and the Chinese diaspora, Zhang says.
The song as well as China’s overt efforts to create a national symbol that transcends borders, Zhang says, play a large part in the lasting cultural significance of the loong. And the dragon’s historic regality has certainly helped boost the mythos, symbolism, and popular sentimental attachment for Chinese people today, says University of Sydney’s Zhao. “The basic characteristics, features, beliefs and practices associated with dragon totem and clout remain largely unchanged,” he says. “It’s very much a living tradition.”
I know many disagree with me but I very much think Joseph Sissens is going to be made a principal this year. He's going to be dancing Siegfried a lot, there is imbalance in the principal ranks, and he's been a first soloist for over a year.
I would be very surprised if Mariko Sasaki isn't promoted to first soloist.
I can see Joonhyuk Jun going to first soloist. More far-fetched but maayyyybbbeee Sae Maeda.
Daichi Ikarashi, Isabel Lubach, Nadia Mullova-Barley, Marco Masciari, Amelia Townsend: I think any of them could go up to soloist
The most shocked I would be is if Viola Pantuso isn't promoted.
I can see Marianna Tsembenhoi being promoted as well.