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pink-imagines · 5 years ago

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bad idea!

request: Bad Idea! with Shinsou maybe?👀

a/n: i really don’t like this at all and i kinda gave up in the ending tbh

warnings: mentions of nsfw stuff but no smut

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You couldn’t, for the life of you, fall asleep. How could it be so hard to just close your eyes and drift off into inconciousness? Apparently very hard, since you hadn’t gotten a blink of sleep all night. You were a bad sleeper, and some nights you couldn’t sleep at all. Usually you’d call up your friend Hitoshi but your friendship was hanging on by a thread. It wasn’t that you two were fighting, more so the opposite. You had gone to a party a week or so ago, one thing had led to another and you had woken up in his bed. That wasn’t unusual per se, but you usually had some sort of clothing item covering your body when you did. To be honest, you couldn’t remember much from it just that it happened, maybe you were making it a big deal in your mind when it really wasn’t... but it was a big deal! You had liked him for so long and when you actually got together with him you can’t even remember it! Maybe that wasn’t the worst part, the worst part was probably that neither of you were willing to talk about it. So instead of trying to act as the grown adults that you were, you avoided each other. That was even worse since you worked at the same place! Everybody else around you also had to deal with the fact that you didn’t talk to each other and the energy was... awkward to say the least.

It was 1 am, and you still weren’t even close to falling asleep. By now you really just had to swallow your pride and call him. You were so used to be able to do this that you probably wouldn’t be able to fall asleep without him anyways. You turned around your bed and reached for your phone on your bedside table. The bright light from your screen made your eyes sting and you blinked a few times to get used to it. You went into your contacts and looked up Hitoshi’s name. As you thumb hovered over the “call” button you let out a sigh. It buzzed three times before he picked up. “Hey...”, he said in a groggy voice. You didn’t even know that you could react to his voice this way. A chill ran down your spine and you took a deep breath. “Hi... um... did I wake you up?”, you whispered. “No... you know me, I don’t sleep at all.”, he joked. “... I can’t fall asleep.”, you sighed in defeat. “Do you... do you want me to come over?”, he asked softly, almost as if he was scared that his words could ruin everything. “Yeah... if you could.”, you admitted. “Give me 15 minutes.” “Alright, you can use the key. You know where I hide it.”, you hung up. With yet another deep breath you got out of bed to get at least a little bit better dressed. Hitoshi only lived 10 minutes away from you, so he always said to give him 15 since then he could get ready and then get out of the house. You used to be so surprised by it in the beginning, you didn’t understand how he could get dressed so quickly. Now you understood that he was almost always still dressed around the time that you called, because neither of you had that good of a sleep schedule but at least you actually tried to sleep. As you put on one of the hoodies that you had borrowed from Hitoshi the last time that you were at his house you couldn’t help but to think about that morning...

You woke up to the sun shining through the window, it seemed like the beams tried to pry your eyes open... but your bedroom window didn’t face the sunrise. You looked around the very familiar looking room, you recognized it but it wasn’t yours. Something on beside you shuffled around and you looked over to see Hitoshi laying with his stomach facing the mattress and his head turned towards you. His eyes were closed as he soflty snoozed away. His hair was a bit messy and he had... lipstick stains on him. You looked away from his face to see that he was actually naked, the covers were only covering the bottom half of his body which left his back exposed. “What happened..?”, you mumbled to yourself and sat up. The window was open and you felt a cool breeze against your bare skin... bare skin? You looked down to see that you were, in fact, also naked. Your mind wandered for a while until you realized what had happened last night. Your eyes widened and you threw the covers off of you, in turn waking Hitoshi up. “What are you doing..?”, he groaned and looked up at you. “Don’t look at me!”, you squealed and tried to cover yourself with your arms and hand the best you could. “Shit... I...”, he covered his eyes and made his way to his dresser and pulled out a hoodie for you, “... here.” You were quick to pull the hoodie over your head and heard him also putting on clothes. When you looked back up he had already put on a pair of sweatpants and was just putting on a t-shirt. “I’m really sorry.”, he muttered. “It’s fine...”, you muttered back, but you didn’t really mean it. You didn’t want him to be sorry over this, because that meant that what had happened was a mistake. But if that’s what he wanted you just had to respect it. “I’ll get my things and go...”, you said quietly. “We can eat breakfast together if you want to.”, he offered. It sounded like he was pitying you, and you really didn’t want to be a burden anymore. “No it’s fine, I have a shift soon anyways.”, you lied. One look at his face and you could tell that he knew that you were lying. But he didn’t stop you when you walked out, so it didn’t really matter.

You walked around the house, completely restless. Maybe this was a bad idea... but then again you couldn’t really fall asleep, so what was the point? Somebody put the key you hid outside your door into the lock and it felt like hours until Hitoshi finally opened the door. Then he stood there. What was supposed to happen now? Was everything fine now? No... you had to talk about it. “I’m sorry-”, you said at the same time. Laughter erupted from the back of your throat as the two of you broke out into grins. For a moment you forgot about what had happened and you were just friends again... but you weren’t sure if that’s what you wanted. “This is so stupid...”, Hitoshi said with a smile and massaged the bridge of his nose with his finger tips. “I’m really sorry about the way I acted when you woke up...”, you admitted and watched as his face turned from a smile to a frown. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I get it, it was a spurr of the moment type of thing that happened that night. We can just forget about it and-” “But what if i don’t want to forget about it?”, your voice started to shake, “What if I didn’t think that it was a mistake? What if I... was actually kind of happy about it?” He stared at you in shock, and you suddenly realized that you had confessed your real feelings to him. This was a new kind of embarrassment that you had never really felt before. Why was he just staring at you? He was probably going to walk out that door any second now... but he didn’t. Instead he started taking off his jacket and hung it up on a hanger. You watched with furrowed eyebrows in confusion how he kicked off his shoes and walked up to you. “Then I’ll do this.”, he leaned in and kissed you. It felt as if your entire body grew numb and when he pulled away you stared blankly at him. There was something about you that triggered something in you that made you throw your arms around him and kiss him again. His hands crept around your waist as he tried to bring you impossibly close. “You couldn’t have told me this a bit earlier?”, you muttered against his lips as you tried to watch your breath. “I would but I kinda thought you hated me for a while.”, he grinned and connected your lips once again. As you tried to make your way to some sort of surfaces where you could lay down you knocked down a few things here and there. It wasn’t that surprising, considering that you were stumbling around like crazy. The back of Hitoshi’s knees hit the edge of the couch and the two of you tumbled down on it, a small shriek escaping your lips as you did so. “Ouch...”, he muttered. You positioned your hands on either side of his head so that you could pull yourself up, just a bit. “Are you okay?”, you asked softly. “Yeah... you should get a softer couch, though...”, he chuckled. “This couch is perfectly fine, thank you very much.”, you snarked at him. “Well you haven’t fallen backwards on it with someone on top of you, have you?”, he said. Just as you were about to say something a banging from the ceiling echoed through your apartment. “I forget how thin your walls are...”, he chuckled, “... apologies to your neighbor for me, would you?” Hitoshi reached up to your face and softly pushed a few strands of hair behind your ear, making you remember the situation you were in. In a matter of seconds your face turned bright red as the realization really hit. “Are you already getting embarrassed? I haven’t even done anything yet...”, he joked around. Either your upstairs neighbor had really good hearing or just wanted to make sure that you didn’t make any more ruckus, because another bang was heard from your ceiling. “... seems like I won’t be doing anything, then.”, he chuckled. You hid your flustered face by laying down on his chest. His heartbeat was so much faster than you’d expected. Was he nervous? How could he look so calm when his heart was basically beating out of his chest? “When you said you couldn’t fall asleep I didn’t think I’d be your pillow for the night.”, he joked, “C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

Hitoshi tucked you into bed and then got in next you, but he didn’t get under the covers. He usually never did that, maybe it had happened once or twice. “Do you know why you can’t sleep this time?”, he asked softly, which was by now part of the routine. “I don’t know... I’m just thinking.”, you sighed. “What were you thinking about?” “I was thinking about that morning and how I wish I could’ve remembered the night before and-”, you slapped your hand over your mouth. Hitoshi held back his laughter as his cheeks got tinted red. “Sorry, I just wanted to know.”, he shrugged. “I told you not to use your quirk on me!”, you scolded him but your sour face quickly faltered when he put his hand on your cheek. “I was thinking about that too.”, he whispered.

Even the the conversation drifted into a different topic his words still stuck with you. He was thinking about that night... you felt your heart beat just a little bit faster after that thought. “Are you tired?”, Hitoshi asked as you closed your eyes. “No... no... I’m just resting my eyes... please keep talking...”, you yawned. “I’m really that boring huh?”, he chuckled. “No, it’s not that...”, you opened your eyes to look back at him, “I just really like your voice...” He hadn’t used his quirk this time... maybe it was the fact that you could fall asleep any minute now then. “Well, then I’ll go sleep on the couch. I’ll see you in the morning.”, he said and started getting up, ignoring your comment from before. He usually did that when he didn’t have anything to say or if there were some kind of emotion that he didn’t want to show. “Wait!”, you lazily grabbed his wrist, “You can sleep here tonight.” “... are you sure?”, he whispered as if you’d change your mind if he was being too loud. “We litterally just made out, Toshi. Get in here.”, you pushed aside cover so that he could get in. He took off his jeans and his t-shirt before getting in himself. It seemed like he was unsure of what to do, where your boundaries were, so you’d have to take control of the situation. Turns out tired you is was more confident than you thought. You pushed yourself closer to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, he was surprisingly warm and you melted into the touch. Eventually he wrapped his arms around you too and played gently with your hair. “You really know how to get me to fall asleep...”, you sighed in pure bliss. “Why aren’t you asleep then?”, he yawned. “Because I want to know that you’ll be here when I wake up.”, you said quietly. “I’ll be here, don’t worry about it sweetheart.”, he kissed the top of your head, “Don’t worry about it...”

The next morning you woke up with your arms still around him. You shifted to look up at him but soon noticed that he was already awake, his eyes meeting yours for a second before he softly put your head back on his chest with his hand on the back of your head. “I didn’t wake you up, did I?”, he asked with a scruffy morning voice. “No, don’t worry...”, you yawned, “... have you been awake for a long time?” “Not for that long... and you were holding onto me so I couldn’t really get up without waking you...”, he muttered, which he only did when he was embarrassed. “I’m sorry...”, you meant it, but you couldn’t help but to smile at the thought of Hitoshi trying to lay completely still as to not wake you up. “It’s okay, I didn’t say that I didn’t like it...”, he chuckled, “... you talk in your sleep.” “I do not!”, you exclaimed. “How would you know?”, he laughed. “I...”, you thought for a while, “... I don’t sleep talk, okay?” “Sure...”, he laughed, “Wanna go make breakfast then? I was thinking that we could go get waffles...”

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secret-engima · 5 years ago

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Today in “SE works through the Chuunin Exam Arc and gets increasingly incredulous over how a show so beloved can have so many GAPING PLOT HOLES and also wow you can actually tell when the animators were getting paid to be enthusiastic or not can’t you”:

1. Sarutobi why did it take you so long to realize that the stadium and village were under attack.

2. Sarutobi why did you let Orochimoron take you hostage for even a hot second KAWARIMI IS A LITERAL ACADEMY BASIC TECHNIQUE JUST SWAP OUT WITH A NEARBY TILE YOU IDIOT I’VE SEEN IT DONE BEFORE FROM THAT CLOSE RANGE. KAKASHI DID IT. SO CAN YOU.

3. Sarutobi I don’t want to say you DESERVE to be trapped in a giant purple death box with your failed student and two dead guys trying to kill you but honestly you deserve to be trapped in a giant purple death box with your failed student and two dead guys trying to kill you.

4. Anbu. My guys. My dudes. I KNOW that the barrier is deadly and made of horrible purple fire and you can’t jump in but like- the barrier holders are right there. Wasting chakra to make an extra barrier around themselves. The barrier protecting them can’t be that thick. You have these lovely things call FLAME RESISTANT STEEL SWORDS you could be using to try to crack open the barrier. Or if you were REALLY smart you could, I don’t know, TUNNEL UP THROUGH THE CEILING??? The barrier is just a box that’s been turned upside down, there is no sign of a barrier floor underneath the tiles and even if there is you guys could have checked. You don’t need to just- sit there. Watching an old man, two dead guys, and a snake wearing makeup beat each other up.

5. Who let Kakashi make the plan. Why did Kakashi decide that it would be better to send the civilian girl he hasn’t bothered to train, the loud blond who he also hasn’t bothered to train, and the boy who tried to fake sleep to get out of helping go alone with just a tiny pug as escort. There were other genin RIGHT THERE who could both help AND be conveniently out of the line of fire in Kakashi’s fight. He was sending them after Sasuke, who was chasing three genin we’ve already seen wipe the FLOOR with the average genin. Having more numbers would be HIGHLY ADVANTAGEOUS.

6. And don’t tell me “he did it because Stealth” he sent the girl with bubblegum hair and the boy in neon orange out there, stealth is a non-factor and also it’s AN INVASION, nobody is going to care about a bunch of wacky kids running by they’re too busy trying not to die to the blur of green spandex that is Gai.

7. Where is Lee in all this anyway he just kinda vanished from the screen. Or was he passed out on the floor and I just missed him. I know he can’t fight, I just wanna know if he’s okay.

8. Was it bad that I didn’t know Asuma could actually fight? I knew he was one of the Guardian Twelve or whatever but mostly fans only talk about him getting owned by Itachi or murdered by Hidan so I guess I just assumed he was ... kinda a sucky fighter. I have been proven wrong. Nice job saving your deer boy, Asuma, I’m impressed.

9. There’s an actual budget for the Hokage fight? Nice. Also who gave Sarutobi the right to actually be cool NOW when he’s been acting senile for the past 10+ episodes excuse you.

10. EXCUSE YOU SARUTOBI YOU DON’T GET TO MAKE EPIC FEELS-INDUCING SPEECHES ABOUT THE WILL OF FIRE AND THE VILLAGE AS YOUR FAMILY, NOT WHEN YOU HAVE FAILED ON BOTH THOSE ASPECTS SO HARD.

11. How dare you make me regret your impending death even a little bit Sarutobi. How dare.

12. There’s a monkey king? That’s an actual THING? I mean I knew there was a monkey king but I didn’t expect him to be so amazing. Now if he would just stop waiting for Sarutobi to grow a spine (because we all know he won’t) and actually kick Orochimaru while the snake was distracted taunting his old sensei maybe we’d actually get somewhere with this show.

13. Seriously Monkey King you turn into a adamantine pole or whatever that can change shape and size, just play dead on the ground for a minute then expand and extend to the size and length of a tree. You don’t even have to do any damage yourself you just have to shove him/wack him into his own barrier and let him go up in flames. It probably won’t kill him, since Plot and also Orochimoron, but hey at least it will do damage and distract him for a few seconds.

14. Turning to Naruto real quick because clearly Sarutobi’s Senile Damsel Syndrome is contagious- Naruto. You are an Uzumaki. You have so much chakra you can barely do chakra control exercises. I know you’re tired from the Neji fight, but I ALSO know via fandom that you’re going to summon a freaking Boss Summon in a few episodes. When Shikamaru says “someone needs to stay behind and be a diversion” why didn’t you, I don’t know, SPAM A FEW SHADOW CLONES? You didn’t even have to use only shadow clones for the diversion, you could have just dropped off a few to help out Shika in his rare moment of self-sacrifice. Half a dozen screaming orange genin would go such a long way in providing a distraction so Shika could make a plan (may I suggest, catch the sound ninja in shadow possession and then have the Naruto’s slit their throats before their ninth member has a chance to catch up?). But no. We can’t possibly spam clones the one time a comrade could find them terribly useful, let’s go back to running through the trees worrying about the boy who knows an A-Rank assassination jutsu and would be totally fine surviving on his own for another several episodes of dialogue and reaction shots ten minutes.

15. Where the ACTUAL freak is Jiraiya. He came to Konoha specifically because he heard Orochimaru was planning something. There is an INVASION HAPPENING. GIANT SNAKES. BUSTING DOWN THE WALL. ENEMY NINJA EVERYWHERE. YOUR SENSEI IS TRAPPED IN A BARRIER JUTSU WITH THE GUY YOU SPECIFICALLY CAME HERE TO LOOK FOR. You don’t suppose you could leave your drinks and women and pity party long enough to- I don’t know- HELP? I mean I know it would be hard for someone who has such niche skills like SUMMONING GIANT TOADS and USING FUUNJUTSU THAT COULD PROBABLY BREAK THE BARRIER YOUR SENSEI IS TRAPPED IN but come on man, put forth a little effort.

Maybe you show up in a later episode miraculously doing something important to help stop the invasion, who knows.

Pros of this arc tho:

1. When they decide to actually use their animation budget THEY REALLY GO FOR IT. The fights that have a budget are epic.

2. Sakura got to be useful! For 20 seconds! She fended off a genjutsu and woke up Naruto and told him what was going on! That counts as useful! *devolves into sobbing because why are the girl characters not allowed to be both good guys AND competent onscreen*

3. I genuinely cheered when Asuma swooped in to save Shika. That was cool.

4. Some of the exam fight bits were cool. Naruto vs Neji dragged on a bit but the ending tactic was as rewarding as I’d hoped it would be from reading about it in the fandom. Also I really enjoyed the Shikamaru vs Temari fight. A-tier victory from the resident Deer Boi.

5. Sasuke using Chidori first time on screen was cool, and even though I’d read about it ahead of time, Gaara wigging out over seeing his own blood genuinely startled me.

6. I was glad to see that Sasuke still remembers how to use other jutsu than Chidori. When Temari started fighting him I was afraid the show writers would forget he HAD any jutsu other than Chidori tbh. Like Naruto and his many versions of the same jutsu (see: all the clone spam variations, all the harem jutsu variations, and all the many MANY different rasengan variations).

#Secret Engima Rambles #SE rants #naruto #SE watches anime #Salty SE is Salty #surprisingly I am actually enjoying the show #i just get a steady build up of salt and eyerolling over the plot holes #and need to expel it before continuing to watch the show #still confused why people think this is somehow better than boruto #at least boruto remembers that its characters can DO THINGS #other than sit and look shocked at different angles for minutes on end

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darks-ink · 6 years ago

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Play Your Part - 1

Chapter 1: Where The Strong Survive

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Here's my new multi-chapter, Play Your Part! Currently planned to be 6 chapters, and somewhere around 20.000 words, I'm guessing? Depends on how long the chapters will be, of course.

Anyway, this fic is based on @cordria‘s A World Tipped on its Head, and this first chapter especially draws pretty strongly from that one-shot. From what I've seen it seems normal that people just copy-paste the original as their first chapter but tbh I don't like that much because the styles are usually way different. Also I wanted to tweak some details so. I hope that that's not, like, rude or anything!

As always, weekly updates go up every Saturday! I might change it for the last 2 chapters or so because I want to start posting Weirdward on the 31st but I'll see how I solve that when we get there.

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Danny rushed down the street, his eyes cast downwards and his breath loud and raspy even to his own ears. The pavement sped by underneath his feet. It wasn’t fast enough.

“Stupid alarm clock,” he muttered under his breath. Pushed himself just that little quicker. He might not like school, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to be late.

“Need a lift?”

The unexpected voice made him flinch, although he did his best to hide it. Instead he glanced over his shoulder, watching Sam melt into view. She was in her ghost form, her hair white and flickering and her eyes a vivid cyan. Bright, glowing, and sparkling with dark humor.

“No,” he grunted, trying to ignore his tired legs to pick up the pace even further. Somewhere he was glad that it was Sam who found him and not Tucker. No matter how well meaning the boy was, the last thing Danny wanted was to be picked up and flown to school against his will.

She blinked at him for moment, and in the time it took for her to process this, he got a few dozen feet ahead. Then she nodded and drifted down to the ground.

Bright ectoplasmic energy whirled around her. White hair sunk down under the effect of gravity, dyed black once more. Cyan eyes darkened back to violet, and white clothes shifted back to black.

Sam ran a hand through her hair, straightened her clothes, and then sprinted to catch up with him again.

“You’re gonna be late,” Danny panted, suppressing a grin as she joined him.

“Are you kidding?” She laughed. “I can outrun you any day of the week.”

He rolled his eyes, fighting down the retort that came automatically. If she chose to run with him and be late as well, well… who was he to argue? Instead he sent her a lopsided grin, determined to at least keep up with her.

Skidding to a crashing halt in front of his locker, Danny started whirling the combination lock, rushing to get to class in time. The bell rung, however, signaling that he was officially late for his first class.

He jumped in surprise at the loud noise, losing track of how many turns he had taken to unlock his locker. Sam, who could simply use her intangibility to get her stuff, already had her books.

She drifted back across the hallway, her signature scowl back on her face. She then slumped against the lockers next to him.

“We’re late,” she said unnecessarily.

“I got that,” he answered her through gritted teeth. He tried to focus on unlocking his lock, frustrated that he had had to start over.

“Mr. Fenton! Miss Manson!”

This second unexpected voice had the same effect as the first; Danny started so badly that he almost levitated. He spun around, searching for the origin of the voice.

The hallway appeared empty, however. Completely vacated. Danny knew it wasn’t, though. Mr. Lancer, the half-ghost vice-principal, had to be floating invisibly somewhere in it.

He fixed his eyes on the spot he guessed Mr. Lancer would be in. He had no way of knowing, and he really didn’t care except that he had gotten caught by his least favorite teacher once again. It would certainly mean another detention.

The overweight teacher appeared mere moments later. Hands propped against his hips and his eyes blazing a bright red. “Late for school again!” he scoffed, pulling out a small notebook to write their names down. “I expected better from you, Miss Manson.”

“I felt like running,” Sam muttered back. Her arms were still crossed, her body slumped against the lockers.

“Such potential in you.” Lancer shook his head, clearly disappointed, as he finished jotting down their names. “It never fails to surprise me that a child from parents like yours doesn’t flourish in a modern school setting.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed, bright cyan sparking in the darker violet. She’d never been particularly fond of authority figures, and Mr. Lancer’s tendency to compare her to her parents had put him in her bad graces.

Danny, while he heartily agreed with her, remained quiet. He just watched as the teacher took his eyes off of the book, fixing Sam with a glare of his own. He had no intention to get involved, no matter how much it hurt him in his soul to let the others walk all over him.

He wasn’t half-ghost. He didn’t stand a chance against them. And so he had no intention to jump into a situation that could get him killed.

Because, while Sam was normally very considerate of the difference in power between them, she was too riled up now. She could kill him and not even realize until it was too late.

In the end, Mr. Lancer broke the staring contest first. His gaze wandered over to Danny. “And you, Mr. Fenton. Although I’m not sure what to expect out of a mere human,” he paused for a moment, making it clear how dirty of a word he found it, “I still expect you to be at school on time. Detention for you, and I hope you learn your place in our world someday. Miss Manson, get to class.”

The teacher faded back into invisibility, and Danny took a deep steadying breath. Noticed that his hands were clenched into fists, and wondered when that’d happened.

He hated that he got more detentions that anyone else in the school. It was, without a doubt in his mind, because he was the only human in the school. It might be against the law to discriminate based on age, race, gender… but species wasn’t on the list.

“Fantastic,” he muttered, loosening his fists again. Turned back to his locker, even though he needed a few moments more before attempting to unlock it again.

“Come on, Danny,” Sam said after a moment. Her voice was still tense, and cyan still danced in her eyes. “Let’s get to class before you get into trouble again.”

The emphasis on the ‘you’ didn’t go past him. And while her half-smile and elbow nudge suggested that she had meant it playfully, it just felt like a sour reminder to him.

“What’s on the list of torture for today?” he asked, trying to get his mind off of that topic again. There was no point, anyway. There was nothing he could do to change things. Instead he set about to make his third attempt at unlocking his locker.

“Twenty new reasons to stare at the sole human on the planet, either in distraught pity or in discriminatory frustrated anger.” Her smile was halfhearted but understanding. “Also known as another biased English lesson on the twenty greatest halfa authors of all time, making doubly sure to ignore and/or taunt the human greats such as Shakespeare, Melville, and Doyle.”

Danny sighed gustily as his locker finally opened. “Great.”

“You gonna skip again? I’m sure Tucker will record the whole lesson for you to watch later.”

“Nah.” He shook his head, grabbing the books from his locker. “Ever since Lancer figured out how to duplicate, you can’t hide from him. He can be teaching his lesson and hunting you down at the same time. Skulker’s got nothing on him. Skipping is just too much work now.”

“To class, then?”

He hesitated one last second. Then he slammed his locker shut and nodded. “To class.”

“… and that is the main reason why Arthur Prachet far surpassed his human counterpart during that era. Also a major player in the rise of Prachet’s work was the fact that Shakespeare’s answer to Prachet’s novel rhyme-scheme, the insufficiently thought-out and frankly annoying iambic pentameter, never seemed to catch on. The fact that only two of the human’s works survive to this day is surely a testament to how dreary and drawn-out the human culture had gotten by that point in history.”

Danny tuned out the teacher, only looking away briefly to add another tally to the top of his paper – the forty-eighth of that day. Having finished this task, he fixed his eyes back on the whiteboard behind the teacher. He wouldn’t get scolded for not paying attention, anyway; this particular teacher in fact seemed to prefer it if Danny did absolutely nothing.

And, well. Danny was glad for a chance to not write down every detail of the lesson. As a result, his English notebook was full of blank pages, marred only by the tally marks at the top of every page.

When the teacher managed to slip in another slur against the human species, Danny shifted and added another tally to his page. Wondered, quietly, how many more the halfa could fit in a single lesson. So far the record had been fifty-three, but with almost 15 minutes left, it didn’t look too good for the record.

He let his eyes drift towards the windows, letting himself sink deeper into his thoughts. ‘Really’, he thought bitterly, ‘everyone in my family is half-ghost. Doesn’t that mean that I am one too, kind of? Even if I don’t have any powers, that doesn’t make me human, right?’

Even in his own mind, the word ‘human’ had sounded like a dirty insult. The word had been so deeply drenched by negative connotations that, even in the comfort of his own thoughts, it sounded vile.

With a huff, he picked up his stream of thoughts again. ‘I mean. If two dogs have a puppy that looks like a kitten, it’s still a dog, no matter what it looks like or can do. I just wish…’

A ball of paper hit him in the head, and Danny jerked up. Send a glare at the offending piece of paper, absentmindedly adding another tally to his paper – the teacher had surely gotten in another insult while Danny had been distracted, just because he was in the room.

He unwrinkled the paper, quickly reading the scrawled words – Betcha wish you coulda phased through that – and scowled. He raised his head to fix Dash – the obvious sender – with said scowl, pointless as it was. Without the glowing eyes a halfa would sport, he simply couldn’t hope to reach the same level of intimidation.

Still, like it wasn’t bad enough that he had to listen to teacher drone on and on about the brilliance of half-ghosts and their powers, his fellow students had to add to whole thing. Like he had chosen to be the only pure human on the whole damn planet!

Dash just grinned back, flashing his eyes a menacing red. He ripped another piece of paper out of his notebook, scribbled a message, and balled it up. Then he lobbed it through the air, forcing Danny to make the difficult choice of what to do with it.

On one hand, he could catch it and find out what Dash had threatened him with. On the other, he could bat it off into a corner and ignore it for forever.

In the end he didn’t have to pick. A ball of cyan light intercepted it before it reached him, disintegrating the paper into ashes and dust.

“Hey!” Dash called out. His eyes turned red fully as they darted around, looking for the creator of the ectoblast.

Both Dash and Danny found her simultaneously – not that it was hard. Sam lounged in the back of the class, her eyes still bright and sparks of matching cyan still writhing around her hand.

“You stupid--”

“No energy manipulation in this classroom!” the teacher shouted, interrupting the incoming fight. Then, unbelievably, he followed it up with, “Fenton, detention!”

Danny’s head whipped around. “What for?!”

“Stop instigating my class.” Lancer flared his eyes red, warning.

“But--”

Danny bit his tongue, cutting off the retort. It made no sense, but he couldn’t win this confrontation.

It wasn’t fast enough, though. Red energy sparkled around the furious half-ghost teacher, as bright as his eyes.

Having no desire to get into this fight, Danny slunk out of his seat and beat a quick retreat from the room before the situation got worse. Sure, the teacher probably wouldn’t actually attack him, but, well. Everyone knew that sometimes it was hard to control ghost powers, especially if you’re angry.

And the last thing Danny wanted was to get evaporated over something so stupid. So ordinary.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel a brief pang of disappointment. The record for number of human slurs spoken in a single class would remain unbroken.

“Danny, sweetie,” his mom said when he finally came home from yet another day in hell – sorry, school – as she pushed her goggles up on her forehead, “it’s not your fault. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

Danny groaned, dropping into a chair in his parents’ basement lab. “Tell that to the teachers and the other students.”

“You’ll get your powers eventually, honey.” She smiled at him. “Slow development runs in your father’s side of the family, you know. Jack didn’t get his powers until he was eleven…”

“I’m fifteen.” A scowl found its way to his face once more.

“Which isn’t unheard of,” she lied smoothly. “You’re a Fenton.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“You come from a long line of powerful half-ghosts. Before you know it, you’ll wake up and you’ll be just like your great-grandfather, the--”

“--great halfa explorer who helped conquer the new world from the human barbarians,” Danny finished dully. They had had this exact conversation dozens of times, and he had practically memorized it by now. “Has it ever occurred to you that I might never get ghost powers?”

She blinked at him. “Of course you’ll get your powers. You just need to think positively.”

“Yeah, sure.” He shrugged, figuring he might as well go along. His parents were both stubborn to no end; if they wanted to believe that he would still get ghost powers, there was nothing he could do to change their minds.

“In the meantime, look at this.” Her aura brightened slightly as she picked up her latest device. “It’s called the ‘Fenton Human Hearer’.”

It was placed in Danny’s hands, a grin on her face. “Jack and I know that there are pockets of humans left in this world. If we ever find one, this will turn their incomprehensible mutterings into something we can understand!”

Danny raised a skeptical eyebrow, eyes on her instead of the invention. “Don’t they speak English?”

A whir from the machine. Then, “Don’t they speak English? Fear me.”

Now he dropped his eyes to the gadget. From the corner of his eyes, he saw his mom do the same. Maddie shrugged, then plucked it out of his hands. “I’ve never met a true human. I wouldn’t know.”

“I don’t count?” he asked, not sure how he felt about the implication. Was it because he was better than a human, or just because she refused to concern the possibility?

“You’ll get your powers,” she said with conviction. “You’re a halfa – a Fenton.”

He nodded quietly, his unasked question thus answered. She still believed that he would get his powers, even if he was years and years past even the latest of late bloomers.

It didn’t make sense to him. Why keep denying it? Somehow, against all reason and expectations, he wasn’t a half-ghost. He hadn’t inherited any of his parents’ powers, not even a shred of their ectoplasmic sides.

Consumed by these thoughts, he silently watched his mom tidy her side of the lab. His parents were constantly working on all kinds of inventions, and thus new pieces of technology appeared and disappeared on a daily basis in the cramped basement. Most remained unpopular, however; his parents’ obsession with humans made their inventions largely useless to the rest of their half-ghost society.

Maddie paused in her work, picking up a small, strange-looking necklace. She studied it for a moment, a crease in her brow. “Where did…” She shook her head. “I wish Jack would tell me when he gets new things. Danny, can you put this on Jack’s workbench for me?”

Nodding, he slipped out the chair again. Took the necklace from her hands, turning to head towards the messier side of the lab.

But, just as her fingers slipped from the chain, a surge of energy flooded throughout the lab. It was powerful enough for even Danny to feel it, the hum of pure power in the air.

He saw his mom twist around, her eyes widening in surprise and fear, glowing vivid chartreuse. Similarly colored ectoplasm formed around her hands, as if to fight this unseen enemy.

It was the last thing Danny saw before blindingly white light wrapped around him. He screamed in terror, feeling the energy ripping at his body, and could do nothing but clutch the strange necklace to his chest.

Then, blissfully, he passed out.

#danny phantom #dp fanfic #phanfic #dp fanfiction #phanfiction #fanfiction #danny fenton #sam manson #maddie fenton #dark writes #play your part

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decrescending · 6 years ago

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initial hadestown broadway cast recording thoughts part ii!

1. Patrick's voice gahd ! His laugh??? I was actually scared for a bit.

2. Hadestown's really making me want to learn how to play guitar. This papers instrumental SLAPS

3. oh gods been waiting for this version of How Long? since FOREVER.

4. Have a drink why dont you? No, I've had enough. SEPH REFUSING A DRINK? CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT YALL

5. They really sound like gods ??? I love these two so much

6. Youuuu and your pity FUSJKSKDJ

7. I frickin love this song i ajsjdkdkdkfk

8. I refuse to call it reprise! It will forever be Chant II!

9. It's the bOY!

10. Oh i miss hades laughing but got that one in papers already

11. Woah that workers chorus!!!!

12. RIP PERSEPHONE'S VERSE :(((((

13. I can already see myself taking a long time warming up to this one

14. WAIT WAIT HADES GOT A NEW VERSE?

15. tbh the london version was kinda weird. This version is cleaner and makes more sense

16. Im just.... Really gonna take a long time getting used to this :(

17. Sounds amazing tho

18. tHE WORKERS CHORUS

19. I LOVE HOW THEY GOT THEIR OWN SOLOS ❤️❤️❤️❤️

20. I CONDUCT THE ELECTRIC CITYYYYYY chills man, chills

21. Hades chuckling during the One, Two, Three part ajskdfkkfkf

22. tbh i hated the scraping sounds in NYTW his kiss, the riot

23. I suppose that was the purpose? happy they took that outta here lmao

24. THE LYRICS IN THIS SONG IS PEAK ANAIS. The music/kingdom allusions? SPOT ON

25. This song really gives me the creeps

26. PATRICK PAGE IS SO GOOD

27. I just realized, HADES IS REFLECTING ON HIMSELF AND PROJECTING ONTO ORPHEUS???

Exhibit A: She's out of sight! And he's out of his mind!

Exhibit B: Nothing makes a man so bold as a woman's smile and a hand to hold

Exhibit C: All alone his blood runs thin and doubt comes, doubt comes in.

28. ITS LITERALLY HIM WHEN PERSEPHONE LEAVES ?!?!

29. HE'S FULLY EXPECTING ORPHEUS TO FAIL BC HE DID AND HE'S A GOD

30. I honestly was most excited for We Raise Our Cups than most songs

31. AMBER MY QUEEN

32. OH MY GODS THAT AMBER/EVA HARMONIES AKSKDKDKFJJF

33. ITS ONLY BEEN A COUPLE LINES AND MY SOUL IS ALREADY HEALED

34. WHEN EVERYONE SANG ALONG HOLY SHT GOOSEBUMPS YALL

35. I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH

36. IM SO HAPPY THEY INCLUDED IT! THE LYRICS ARE SO BEAUTIFUL

them releasing chant II but not chant is so... rude? Imma shut up about that lost seph verse bc this new one is really good. The workers chorus lyrics really strikes at your heartstrings

ALSO!

I first listened to this drop half drunk and the tracks really sounded like they were in allegro bordering on vivace and it was just weird. I THOUGHT THEY RELEASED A REMIXED VERSION AJSJDKFKFMFK. Dont listen to hadestown half drunk yall 😂

#hadestown #hadestown obcr #hadestown musical #Rain speaks #Lost seph verse #U will be missed #rain's initial hadestown obcr thoughts

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craetor · 3 years ago

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1. L (Near is endearing too & Ryuk is just)

2. Kiyomi Takada

3. Ummm...L? Extremely complex but I came to understand him and his ways like my own (since they're very similar anyway). Like most DN characters he's something never seen before, which peaks my interest so much more. His dynamic with Light is truly special and skillfully written and fun. Just a cringey man who always arises excitement about what he's gonna give an analytical brain next to read too much into as soon as he gets screentime.

4. They're all fuckin obscure. Idk the ratings of this fandom tbh & the mains are my favorite soo.. pass (whatever personalitiy L pulled out of his magicbox during Yotsuba arc while on the phone with Matsuda. Paramedic lawlight bop too)

5. Weak and flawed. To be expected from a coping mechanism

6. Ah yes a world where ideologies are black and white... I believe his actions were appropriate and logically superior. He does everything he does with good intentions, even if he's boastful about it at times.

7. Yes, she came to him, but because she knew who had saved her way back when, she already had a sense of attachment to the entity of Kira. Her personality is strongly affected by tier lists of sentimental worth and she never lets up from this until her final moments. It can be argued about if this makes her a conscious co-perpetrator or just a piece to the puzzle. To me, she shouldn't be on an equal scale to Light, since he used this aspect of her personality quite grossly, but a court might decide differently. She's nothing in comparison to Light, but we have to be objective and note that what Light has done is an unimaginable, astronomical breach of any existing law in the world, under which the death sentence would seem like a pitiful understatement (something a lawyer might be able to work with, however "murder is still murder", as they say).

8. L. What would L have done. It's been consuming my brain in snippets. And I've come to the conclusion that, at least the beginning patterns of trial would have been the exact same to Light's. Recently, while rewatching 'season 1', I was astonished of how much Light's train of thought reminded me of L's. His first calling of nonsense, the double-checking, the shocked reaction to both turning out, such as Ryuk's appearance, even though expecting it. Where they differ is the emotional impact of having killed two people. L was already used to being the cause of death for criminals and even if he didn't like to be, he wouldn't have had the small mental collapse and feverish need for justification as Light. He would have never used it again after that, to rather lock it away somewhere no other could reach it or even know about its existence. To him, divine powers like this are not to be messed with by people. Using it to kill suspects would mean a sign of defeat to him (ideologically & logically). Logically speaking: it wouldn't help him uphold his record as best detective, if all suspects in cases he could solve died before even going to trial. Killing them after trial might look suspicious, too, but L would never even consider killing someone already behind bars for life. Not only because revocation of freedom is a much greater pain than death itself, but also for the simple reason that he is not blood thirsty like that. L is not malicious if justice has been served, point; blank.

9. Probably make a horde of rapists kill a couple politicians at once, spend some time with its Shinigami & then burn it

10. L x Light, Mello x Near and specific scenarios of Beyond x Light (I'm fine with a bunch of others which are, strangely, mostly gay)

11. Misa/Light is funny but their romantic dynamic is like a jeans vest to leather pants ーVery unbelievable, and I do not get how anyone could think of them as a genuine couple. (Cishet people /neg)

12. The manga is beautiful & rich on insight but the anime is very strong atmosphere-wise (neutral)

13. L

14. Ryuk♡

15. Near💗💕💅🏻💃🏻🫂🎀

16. L. Not because I'm of the opinion that Light had an advantage, but because Light had an unknown force with him, which L completely figured out by the end. L had so much more in store that we just didn't get to see, looking closely into his inner thoughts through all the preperations & strategies he underwent, simply since Light is the POV character for most of the show. (Btw not smarter by much, but his experience & creative use of resources drives it home🙏🏻)

17. Not as interesting but shit definitely goes down & as satisfying as it is to see Light get beat, it also hurts, since I'd like to think Light could have been redeemed during season 1. (Btw the writers just fuck Light's life up in mind-boggling ways & make sure it's clear that it's his fault. Don't know how any edgelord could think he's a badass when his shit gets rocked every 2 minutes but we're getting off topic...)

18. Watrai, you fucking donkey. It's neat on paper, but the natural consequences that come with following that certain successor goal screw it over big-time. There might be more questionable stuff going on behind closed doors as far as we know

19. I do believe both could've cooperated if Mello had gotten over his pride, Near had stopped seeing Mello as a taiphoon, they had sat down and made up a neat little two-way-functional plan before continuing their detective battle the classical way on another case. (I say it's more preserving, not exciting). That being said, Near is only half of L. He's smart but does not follow L's emotionally loaded morales. It's a shame & it'll pose problems upholding L's name when dealing with humane cases.

20. Considering his transfer to the Shinigami Realm, it's probably its own redemption arc, but the way he was at the end of season 2, I don't see purpose in another way, except keeping Misa alive, probably pained for a long time at the results of whatever else might happen to Light. It's upsetting, because he was very much prisoner of his own delusions. It's hard, but likely makes most sense from a metaphorical and clearing-the-slate-type sense ー Ending an age of the world kinda thing.

21. Mello, actually (L is right there with him. I still only see part of the symbolism in him dying. Ok 'getting rid of the opponent in immideate view is wasted effort' is good but wtf did they traumatize Light for at the start... Just make him morally foul to begin with. L & him had the same fucking ideology without realizing)

22. The rain scene TM. L realizing he just didn't have the striking physical evidence to make a case & the emotional strength to bring him down with bare hands (not like murder, but I bet he'd have other methods). A good acquaintance, the one he related most to in the world, the one he knew to be guilty and the same one who would soon find a way to bring him down, right there in front of him. Talking, sharing those moments they've always had that now turned bittersweet.

23. Probably the one above for that exact reason.

24. Scroll through the 'domestic lawlight' tag on this blog. Do it, I dare you

25. I've done that enough now. I'm empty. Btw isn't it so cool that lawlight are officially canon? Didn't you see the extra episode where they do the dishes together at their house 5 years into the future?

Death Note Ask Game

~spoiler warning~

1. who’s your favorite character?

2. least favorite character?

3. what do you think about [specific character]?

4. who’s your favorite underrated or obscure character?

5. how do you feel about Kira’s idealogy?

6. was L a good person?

7. was misa just as guilty as light?

8. what do you think [specific character] would have done if they had gotten the death note?

9. what would you do with a death note?

10. do you ship any characters?

11. what do you think about [specific ship]?

12. manga or anime?

13. Light or L?

14. Ryuk or Rem?

15. Near or Mello?

16. who do you believe is the smartest character?

17. what are your thoughts on season two?

18. what do you think about Wammy’s House?

19. was Near a worthy successor of L?

20. did Light deserve to die at the end?

21. if you could revive any character, which would you save?

22. which moment was the most painful to watch?

23. what was your favorite moment and why?

24. any headcannons you want to share?

25. ramble on about whatever you’d like to

#death note #character analysis #l lawliet #light yagami #near death note #mello #lawlight #mellonear #death note spoilers

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rockmywings · 7 years ago

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Korean Crime TV Series Review#2: VOICE (보이스)

THE MAIN CHARACTERS TRIO:

Lead Male (Moo Jinhyuk “Mad Dog”): A veteran detective from Serious Crime Unit, being demoted as a leader of Golden Time Team under Emergency Call Department.

Lead Female (Kang Kwonjoo “Kang Center”): A profiler who has super hearing ability, The chief of Emergency Call Department.

second lead male Main Antagonist (Mo Taegu “Mr. Mo”): CEO of Sungwun Express, an upper-classman. Psychopath.

PLOT:

Main: To catch the criminal who has murdered both Mad Dog’s wife and Kang Center’s dad and who also committed several crimes.

Sub: To save a life who is in crucial danger from their emergency call.

OFFICIAL ENGLISH TRAILER:

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REVIEW BY GENRES:

1) Various Crimes: There are Serial Killer, Kidnapping/Abduction, Child Abuse, Gangster, Illegal Immigrant, Stalker, Human Organ Trafficking, Corrupted Company, Corrupted Police--so complete. The series touches from individual crime to organizational crime, from marginal society to upper-class community. And the gruesome of crime scene places us in reality how horror the real crime is, why they are deserved to be censored in blur like News do on TV Channel (although it’s bothersome to me who use to see gore scenes in The Walking Dead and violence in any US Crime TV Series). I like how Golden Team looks so smart along with Kang Center herself as the profiler and with a hacking skilled officer to get any information. Though, there’s one staff whose multi-language ability is seriously wasted because what she did most times are similar to the hacker, as she also seeks information through internet. However, because our protagonists come from Emergency Call Center, we see how Serious Crime Unit are always outsmarted, making us wonder if they’re a bit competent in investigating while this one should be their expertise. For example, there’s no forensic or CCTV investigation ever shown here but somehow it makes sense because all of the victims who died here are under the main antagonist’s control who could ask to be covered while Golden Team successfully rescues all victims who made the emergency call.

2) Horror Elements: A part of the success of any popular scary movie is the perfect killer. There’s no other character more interesting in the show rather than the killer himself and I can guarantee Mo Taegu would steal your attention in every of his appearance. Let me explain it: A man wearing a black raincoat with face covered behind hoodie but his devilish grin is walking closer in calm steps, a sinister voice with a gravel-like quality of his jaw cracks then strikes the fear of a tormented fresh-faced woman before brutally murdering her--that’s your first impression of him. But, it wasn’t just a typical random unfortunate person whom a serial killer encounter in the dark street with certain modus operandi, nope!! More the killer is introduced, you realize he’s a type who could appear right in front of your door or behind the window creepily, making a hiss like a dinosaur to enter your room whether he decides to kill or just intentionally scare you--we’d find he did it at least 4-5 times in the series!!! (and my fave is when Kwonjoo met his eyes behind the lookout lens of her door) And behind the mask, there’s a rich, smart, and classy-typed businessman wearing an elegant suit with charming face who enchants everyone--so charismatic. Well, there is one episode that doesn’t really makes sense when he’s brutally murdering Madam Fantasia off-screen. The body is nowhere to be found in the building while he clearly didn’t have enough time to hid it in his car unnoticeable, laundry his suit (I mean, look at how much the blood he spread on floor and wall while he killed her not under his raincoat), peeking on Kang Center who has arrived 10 minutes after the phone call only to see her reaction finding his crime scene, then come back to meeting room he left before. But fuck off the logic, once again, this is horror show; let’s enjoy every killing scene of every bone he’s crushing using his kettlebell, or grotesque art of blood he painted on the wall citing Bible quote, or when he keeps the body wrapped in his house then doing bloodbath like Elizabeth Bathory, it’s all horrifyingly entertaining. Don’t forget that his victims also made a bad move tropes to meet him and give us a death flag. As if it wasn’t enough, Taegu also has some hallucination things, how creepy it is when he stared at the policeman in the car like a supernatural horror and when he’s being murdered on his mind like a zombie scene. Although those all aren’t enough to scare me, I’m sure there are some audiences who maintain to keep watching this show with eyes peeking behind their fingers but you can’t leave it yet to see who he’d murder next and who’d be survived. You’d be surprised when it reveals he commits more crimes through his company and more number of murders he had done for years with many different sizes of his weapon that will freak you out!! And with high status to work with gangster and a certain police to cover it all whom he could just eliminate as his next murdering target if he wanted, I’ll say “Welcome to Sungwun City, Mo Taegu’s World.” He is too complete to be a psychopath, an extremely powerful evil case with intellect brain to know what he does. He could be starring his own horror movie if Voice ever made a prequel. Maybe the only thing he hadn’t done yet (or ever shown) is cooking and eating the victims' meat LOL. But seriously, as the citing bible, doing bloodbath, and keeping body or organs, comes from nowhere (that is kinda different persona from the mysterious killer in eps 1-3); the writer even can add if he was ever cannibal too.

3) The high suspense in every episode: While the main villain is horror enough, the co-villains in some emergency cases also could raise the suspension that makes you hold your chair and grit your teeth. This was the most exciting thing because you could see desperate emotions of the victims transported through the call and how The Golden Team is rescuing them, battle in countdown timer minutes by minutes, second by second. Even after the first two cases that you become to feel every rescue is predictably success, you won’t lose the suspense. Voice is directed in plot-driven like a formula one’s car and once you’re seated there, you can’t stop ‘til finish line. My fave case is the child abuse, we feel so pity and hopeless because the one who makes a call is a little boy hiding in washing machine and bleeding. The least suspense is the rescue of bus passengers as the last rescue case in eps 15, probably I’ve been pretty surfeited of the repetitive rescue (but the case is important to show how crazy Mr. Mo runs his business).

4) Full Packed Action: Well, a premise of a lead male seeks revenge for the murder of the person he loves is cliche and standard in action movies; this how Mad Dog vs Mr. Mo’s confrontation has been lead since the series prolog, we know their final battle should happen. Jinhyuk himself wouldn’t be called “Mad Dog” without reason if this genre were absent. Look how his action is performed throughout the series, especially when he beat up all the gangsters in the meat house—so intense and brutal!! Don’t ever ask his nonstop energy, this is how action genre treats the main hero. Then, I expect a same intense hand in hand combat scene as to how action movie’s climax battle should be handled, main hero and main villain are equal although it’s predictable who’d be the winner in the end. Both Mad Dog and Mr. Mo are canonly brutal, you can see the same of them staring terrifyingly and intimidating when they talked to Nam Sang Tae in different scenes; you see how strong they are. Instead, we just get a short gunfighting?! I don’t complaint the gunfighting, but I mean, can they also make a duel with Jet Kun Do vs Tae Kwon Do as the two actors have the martial art skill for real? The director could make they ran out of bullet, then fight brutally, then the cops stop them to arrest him. It’s a wasted potential because the director even had given Mad Dog’s fight against a South East Asian assassin for two episodes! However, Taegu’s ending in the rooftop scene is still satisfying. Maybe the concept of Mad Dog vs Mr. Mo kinda like Batman and Joker. Despite being evil, of course Joker is powerless compared to Batman’s strength if he ever challenged him in combat. The purpose isn’t about which one is stronger. Same as Joker provokes Batman, Taegu also enjoys provoking Jinhyuk to kill himself even by telling him how he killed his wife, to prove he’s just another monster like him. And although we see how Jinhyuk doesn't hesitate to shoot Taegu four times in the rooftop brutally, he didn’t kill him at the end as he pities his enemy. But audiences would know later how it punishes Taegu in a very cruel way unexpectedly compared to what if he just died in Jinhyuk’s hand as he wishes. And of course, he deserves it.

5) The Drama is about The Victims: As well as how the credit title is presented, it tells us that this show is about the victim’s voice in asking help that used to be abandoned by slow police procedural--including our hero and heroine’s beloved one. But not only that, the profiler’s approach to seeking the Criminal’s motive then trying to calm them, making them tremble, and feeling sympathy really reminds me of Criminal Minds; criminals can be born because they were a victim too in the past--trust me, even you’d pity Taegu in the end!

6) Almost Zero Romance:

Tbh, I don’t like the cliche that the lead male and lead female eventually hook up in the end (although I’m okay with the possible idea) so I’m glad it doesn’t happen with Voice. Even though they start to work together as a team professionally, they didn’t have to fall into an affair like duo Mulder and Scully of The X-Files. Their relationship is amazingly platonic ‘til the end as you watch them developing trust, teamwork, bond, and care to each other.

If there’s any romance ever sparking, two Kwonjoo’s staffs in Emergency Call may be hinted. The woman is cool at first while the guy is cheerful and kind of a flirt. An obsessive fan of him is even jealous of her. But as I said, it was just hinted. Their occasional heartwarming interaction may be made for taking a break in all suspense and violent cases. It wasn’t out of place since it’s just a little and eps 9 could give you space to breathe.

Well, this one depends on interpretation, but Taegu seems to have special attraction/interest of Kwonjoo sexually (of course, in a sick mind only psychopath could describe), for example when he stalked her, caressed her bed, stared at her picture, gave her a gift, happy when she found him, claimed that both of them are different from common herd, and show a disappointment that she doesn’t like it. On her profiling, Kwonjoo said why he’s “soft” at her probably because she reminds him of his mother, the only person he genuinely loves. Their chemistry is something the audiences not expecting before, especially in the rooftop scene as their climax. But I'm sure no one complaints [laughs].

Nah, the only true romance no one can’t debate is Jinhyuk’s love for his deceased wife; how he’s broken, how’s he seeks revenge, and then how he finally let it go.

OTHER POSSIBLE FLAWS:

Voice is an easy story and predictable with those action, suspense, and horror elements (although there’s still a twist); the ending is also clear, not open. The main mystery isn’t something that makes you heavily think to guess who is the culprit or suspect someone. Well, it’s enough to thrill for half series because once Taegu’s character is introduced at eps 8, the focus itself actually isn’t about a conspiracy behind the police/prosecutor institution like TvN Signal or TvN Stranger since the mastermind is the person outside it. Some audience may be fooled or even disappointed about it but I’m not (once again, I said Taegu’s character as psychopath fits more in horror tropes). The procedural pace, the variety of crimes, and the plot-driven won’t make you bored that you probably forget to ask for character development and question the logic; though, sometimes the running clock is too long to make us question if the run really happened just in 5 minutes.

The lead female’s super hearing ability is the reason why all the emergency rescues success where the title “Voice” comes from, it’s full an entertaining fiction, we know real life isn’t like that. Still, it isn’t without flaw; for example, she could amazingly hear the boy’s slow tap behind the wall through communication but she failed to hear the hitting sound Taegu made when he’s smashing Daeshik’s head in the basement right when she’s entering his house. And her ability might be useless if the criminals were smart enough to make sure there's no cellphone being kept in their victim's pocket to be able to make contacts.

OVERALL THOUGHTS:

Voice is definitely my fave Korean TV Series so far. It isn’t perfect but somehow I don’t feel this is a Kdrama at all. Look at those three main characters:

The nuance I feel around the lead female’s department and how she handles the cases is almost like when I watch US TV Series of Police Procedural Dramas (many felt like Criminal Minds mixed with 9-1-1),

the lead male’s fighting scene is like The Raid, Bourne, or John Wick (also the Surim-dong case reminds me of NCIS: New Orleans’s case “Clearwater”),

the main killer��s approach is like Wes Craven’s SCREAM and his personality is like American Psycho’s Patrick Bateman.

With these references, I don’t recommend this series to those who can’t stand to watch gruesome violence. The age rating in Korea's Standard is 19+ and if it was measured to my country's rating standard (Indonesia), it'd be 21+.

I haven’t mentioned yet that the actors and the actresses, both leads and supporting, are amazing. I don’t watch much Korean entertainment (movie and show) so this is the first time I’m introduced to them all, and suddenly both Jinhyuk’s actor (Jang Hyuk) and Taegu’s actor (Kim Jae Wook) are added to my fave list for me interested to watch their other projects. I also like the veteran actress who plays a granny in Surim-dong incident; she could act as three different characters!

I’m looking forward to Season 2 aired on 11th August 2018. Now, without Jinhyuk and Taegu’s characters anymore as their confrontation story is over; I wonder if this time The Golden Team somehow ever fails to save a life like TvN Signal and have kind of a sociopath as main villain like OCN Tunnel. Who knows? I still can’t imagine someone more psycho and charismatic than Taegu yet haha. And with a different director, it’s probably not horror as season 1 anymore, but more thriller. But most importantly, I want to see and know more about the heroine, Kang Center, she’s at least need character development since she was the core of “voice”.

#ocn voice #kdrama #lee ha na #jang hyuk #kim jae wook #review #tv series

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thelastmessagereceived · 7 years ago

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I don't know Rachel, I've never been this angry before

Our relationship was tumultuous to say the least. I've known him for 6 years and we dated for almost 2. His best friend was the love of my life, and he hung himself three years ago. I would try to get my ex to open up and talk to me, but all he was ever interested in was doing lines and babbling about the universe. I'm slowly realizing I mainly loved what he represented: redemption. We both had an affinity for cocaine and alcohol, and fortunately I was able to stop. He wasn't so eager. The first time he got high, he told me he wanted to die alone in a cave. I ran and came back maybe a dozen or more times over 24 months. We lived with drug dealers. I paid his mortgage. I did his laundry and fed his dog and bought presents for his sisters. None of it was ever enough. Everything I did that had nothing to do with him pissed him the fuck off. If I had to wake up early, he would let me sleep through all of my alarms and call me "selfish" for stealing his sleep. If he was tired and ready for bed and I wasn't then I was a "fucking idiot" for falling asleep with the TV on. If I was 15 minutes late to a family breakfast then I was a "self-centered bitch." One time he called me a "guilty pleasure" because him and his dead best friend loved the same girl, me. I would spend my days and nights doing everything for him. He yelled. He punched things. Even went as far to say that I should have offed myself when I had the chance. We were violent souls and I truly believe we would have ended no matter what. He is angry at me for telling his mom that he has dependence issues. She flipped out of course. I had my wisdom teeth removed and, well the anasthesia did the talking on that particular day. I tried to tell her how awful he was to me, but she came to the conclusion that I'm the reason he is the way he is. Typical mama's boy bullshit. I told her he isn't my problem and left it at that. My parents knew everything about me and him. The drugs, the drinking, the fighting. I'll never regret being honest with any of them. I refused to carry that secret around for him and suddenly his whole world saw the real him and they weren't impressed. It's been hard. But I feel so much better after finally coming to terms and breaking away from his toxicity. If I stayed, he would have killed me slowly and surely; that is my only truth. Tonight, we worked our last shift together after not speaking for six weeks. I helped him all night long, and was pleasantly shocked that we could talk and laugh like we used to. I called him after work (after unblocking him again), to see if he forgot his food and he asked me to clock him out. I texted him shortly after to see if he would want to get together next summer to hang before I move. After I read it, I responded with this: I'm not trying to make amends or apologize, I did enough of that tbh. I don't need your forgiveness to be okay with everything either so let me just say this. By "hang out," I meant smoke a bowl, not rehash our entire relationship and figure it out. Or pretend none of this chaos ever happened. We tried that over and over to a fault. And when I say "moving" I mean out of state. I see it doesn't make a difference to you. But I digress. I would ask why you are so angry, but you don't need to elaborate since I have a pretty good idea why still. You have your reasons and I have mine, explaining myself is futile. I don't have to justify anything to you and vise-versa. If we're being real here. I won't ever apologize for caring about your well-being or mine, and I won't let you make it a condition as to whether or not we can have a conversation far down the road. I'll just call tonight the last ditch effort at seeing if there's even a friendship to salvage. We talked civilly for the first time in weeks today. I really thought you were being nice and were wanting to..but I guess that's what I get for trying to be helpful is just fake nice with anger seething. A humbling and sobering moment when I have to tell people to not hold their breath because they see us look at each other with some type of fondness and think we can work through it. Hey, it doesn't matter at this point. Seriously. It's done and I get it. I don't have expectations for you or 11:11 wishes on you anymore, that's why I asked you if you would *maybe* be willing, come next summer. I'm not sitting up all night tallying the days until we meet again so don't think I'm trying to plan something with you to make myself feel better. I don't need you feeling pity for me simply because I'm trying to find the gap. Or close it. I can no longer find it in me to ask you to stop being mad, because if you're gonna stay angry six months from now or six years from now, I can't change that, and I won't try. Enjoy your life, and I do genuinely hope it's a good one for you no matter how much you hate me. Because I'm okay with that, and I will continue to be okay with that. Everything that happened between us will end up changing me for the better. The good times and the bad. I harbor no hatred for you, and I really sincerely fucking mean that. Thanks for my clothes. 🤙

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threemoonsareshining · 7 years ago

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hathor, thoth, olwen, aphroditie, hermes for the mythology asks! Xx

Hi anon! Thank you so much for the ask and sorry for taking a little to answer it (I just keep forgetting about it!)

Hathor: What brings you joy?

Right now I feel a little numb about everything in general tbh but something that never fails to make me smile at least a little is being with my cats and being with my friends. Moths ago I would’ve told you watching tv shows or something like that but now I find it really hard to focus on those and I think it’s so sad honestly

Thoth: Do you like to read/write?

I really like to but the truth is that it’s been almost 2 years since I last read a book for pleasure and not for school or something. I spent most of the time on the internet and I know I should try to change it but I don’t really want to bother about that right now. And about writing, I love it, and many many people have even told me I’m good at it. When I was like 15 I remember I wrote a short story I posted in some forum and I had some readers but the story was quite unoriginal now that I think about it. Last year in my literature class we had to write these short argumentative texts and I really enjoyed trying to put my thoughts into words in a pretty way. Since then the only thing I’ve done related to writing is some journaling but I instead of finding it liberating and a source of relief like most people do, I usually end up emotionally exhausted, like all the bad thoughts I have embottled are coming out, and I know acknowledging my own feelings would be beneficial for me but then again, I don’t want to go through that (in fact I think the last time I wrote in my journal, which was in October or so, I stopped writing in the middle of a “story” because I was feeling so bad). In short, I love writing and it’s a pity I’m not capable of doing it more often

Olwen: What is your favorite flower?

My mom always buys orchids for special occasions and I’ve grown to love them so much so I guess orchids.

Aphrodite: What do you think of yourself?

Woah such a difficult question, and even more now that I’m going through so many changes in my life. You see, a few months ago I had a pretty clear idea of myself. I was just a victim of bullying in high school and because of that, I was an introvert who wasn’t very good with people. I didn’t like to go out and I was a trustworthy person who was comprehensive and good at listening. But was I really? I hadn’t had the chance to try if I liked going out, no one had trusted me with their thoughts to prove if I was so reliable. I had this picture of myself but I wasn’t sure if it was true. But then in September, I started going out more I found out I liked it. I stopped doing all the things that basically defined me as a person up to that point: I went out every weekend, I got drunk every weekend (something I should stop doing tbh because I drink to reduce the social anxiety but in the long term it just makes it worse), I hooked up with random guys and I stopped devoting my life to studying (something that wasn't’ so bad after all since I studied way way too much, that wasn’t healthy). I was basically experiencing for the first time everything my friends had already experienced hundreds of times and even though I’d never cared about that, I couldn’t help feeling a little left out and even stupid. After all this, I find myself in actual social situations with people who don’t know me at all (ppl at college for example) and with people who don’t really know me (friends) since I’ve never really expressed myself a lot in front of them, I’m in the process of creating a whole new reputation. I’ve always been hard working, mature, responsible, but I’ve been all that when such things didn’t have real consequences in my life. I’ve always been a good person, in theory; I’ve always cared about people, in theory; I’ve always been non-judgmental, in theory; but will I be all that in practice? I haven’t had the chance to prove it yet but I’m terrified I won’t be able to live up to my own expectations, I have this voice telling me “you’re not all that, that’s a fake idea you’ve created for yourself and it’s a matter of time that you prove it wrong”. And this is something that’s in the back of my mind 24/7 and it makes it a little hard to function sometimes.

Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything?

Not really. When I was a kid I used to steal the decorative pebbles from my friend’s house because I thought they were really pretty and just inoffensive stuff from my mom. Nothing beyond that.

There are probably lots of grammar mistakes and the writing if for sure awful but I needed to vent and since I don’t journal very often this is a good way to do it 🌱🌱

#ask #bless u anon #long post

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athyrabunlord · 8 years ago

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LLSHP 9 - Christmas Banquet

Arc1: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7]

Arc2: [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14]

Arc3: [Chapter 15 - Under The Black Lake (TBD)]

Interlude: [Carbonado (1)] [Carbonado (2)] [Of Feathers and Wind] [Delphinus (teaser blip)]

[Brief note about School Term] [other LLSHP AU stuff] [YohaMaRuby concept arts] [ChikaYouRiko concept arts] [KanaDiaMari concept arts] [Hogwarts Staff]

[FFN link] (finished the interludes!) [Pixiv Link]

A/N: (ง •̀_•́)ง Yup still keeping up this update schedule of 1 chapter every two weeks! Still slowly editing previous chapters though XD; Anyway, this feels more like a long filler chapter tbh, but it’s full of fun stuff! I enjoyed writing it, so I hope you’ll enjoy reading it too! Words: 8,073

Yoshiko grins at her reflection in the mirror.

How can anyone look so flawless? So utterly bewitching? How can such a perfect human being exist? Ah, no mere mortal could be this beautiful, that is the truth. She, the great Yohane, is a fallen angel after all!

For the umpteenth time, she smoothes the non-existent crinkles of her raven-black velvet dress, her silk gloves brushing over the grey ribbons and white frills. The dark magenta rose imprint along the hem only accentuates how majestic the wearer is.

She is so, so ready for the Christmas Banquet!

Chuckling huskily, she takes one step towards the grand ornate mirror and lightly touches its shiny surface. The last time she used a full-body mirror, the Mirror of Erised, she was filled with unpleasant sense of inferiority and downright confusion of her own identity. But now, this ordinary mirror shows her who she truly is, and she is pleased with herself.

Why desire to be a pristine angel, when her current self is even better?

All the challenges she's faced and the possibility of her soul being damaged only make her stronger.

That incident with the colony of Acromantula caused her to become wary of even the tiniest spiders for days, but since then she has been faring better in those practice duels against the older witches. Her improvement was the only reason why Dia lifted the tickling Jinx she set on Mari. Still, the blonde is banned from coffee and lemon pie until further notice, much to her horror. Taking pity on her, the rest of the group manages to convince Dia to disregard this rule just for tonight's feast.

The Christmas Banquet is an end of the first term celebration where esteemed guests from outside the school would attend as well. The astounding feast, prepared by House Elves and staff members together, is actually not the main attraction of this event.

The spotlight is the Yule Ball, which was originally part of the famed Tri-Wizard Tournament that used to take place between three magical schools. Nowadays, it is a ballroom dance competition that was started by some of the professors back when they were still students. Considering Hogwarts' long history, this is a fairly recent tradition that's been gaining popularity over the decades. The dancing pair not only have to be the best in their waltz, tango or other types, but also boost the flair of their performance with magic. Yoshiko heard rumors of explosive fireworks, dancing leprechauns and even actual storms in the past.

Chaotic, yet incredibly thrilling. What better way to end a term with a blast?

Of course, she did consider entering the competition and enrapture everyone in her fallen angel charm, but there is one teensy bitsy setback she just can't seem to overcome.

She's horrible at ballroom dancing.

And also, she has no partner.

Alright, not one but two setbacks in total. Her confident grin slips into a scowl. Before Hogwarts, she's been an avid follower of Muggle hip-pop, rock and rap, and she knows all the various choreography by heart.

However, ballroom dance is a whole different matter. Riko had been kind enough to try teaching her, but she's stepped on the older girl's feet one too many times. After she fled the Room of Requirement in mortification, it took Hanamaru and Ruby a lot of convincing for her to even attend the Banquet at all.

Yoshiko shakes her head. Her two best friends are correct - all she has to do is look pretty and enjoy herself. There's no need to force herself to waltz or whatever!

Now that her confidence has returned, she steps out of her room to join the rest of her Slytherin housemates so they can head down to the Great Hall together. Whispers of praises and even friendly greetings make her tilt her chin high. While she isn't particularly close to any of them, they've all been civil to her and respect her wish for privacy.

"Nice dress, Tsushima-san!"

"Ku ku ku, I made it myself! I hand-picked all the materials and accessories~"

"That is fascinating! And the ribbon in your hair matches everything so well."

"Oh and your earrings..."

Truth be told, Yoshiko is rather taken aback by all the attention she's been given. Is it because she's dressed all fancy and could probably pass for a noble Pureblood? Or, perhaps, they have truly acknowledged her as a true Slytherin seeing how her grades have improved leaps and bounds under Dia's tutelage? Yoshiko hasn't really paid much attention to her housemates the past few months, so focused on her training and spending time with her friends.

She makes a mental note to be nicer to them. It doesn't hurt to make more allies, especially amongst those who share the same House as her. She searches a crowd for a familiar face, and quietly asks a wizard nearby.

"Erm, does anyone know where Dia-san is?"

The Slytherin prefect, whose aristocratic features imply he must be from an ancient Pureblood family, informs her that Dia is currently with the staff and guests, as the Kurosawa's representative.

Yoshiko pouts. Since she does not have a 'date' or partner, so to speak, she is hoping that she could stick to Dia's side until they reach the Hall at least. Alas, it looks like she'll have to make it there on her own. The rest of her Housemates look like they have partners already, and she isn't comfortable with the idea of accompanying someone she isn't close with anyway.

She quietly trails after the other Slytherins, glad to be distracted from her thoughts by their praises and curious questions about her fashion. Hushed murmurs then reach her ears after they step out of the Dormitory, and she blinks in surprise when the people in front of her part ways to allow a familiar girl to get through.

Yoshiko can't help but whistle in wonder. "I almost didn't recognize you! I thought I'm supposed to meet up with you and Zuramaru just outside the Hall?"

Ruby smiles shyly, clearly uncomfortable at how every pair of eyes seem to be on her. The shorter girl is clad in a dress robe of ebony and ivory hue, though the cape is adorned with the Hufflepuff bronze. With her hair tied in a ponytail, she looks rather dashing yet retains her characteristic cute aura.

"Um, Hanamaru-chan said she'll meet up with us later… she's having some trouble with her outfit, but when I tried to stay and help, she asked me to pick you up," Ruby twitters. "Hehe, you look so pretty, Yoshiko-chan!"

"Hnff, of course, it's Yohane-sama you're speaking with." As someone who enjoys the spotlight, Yoshiko is starting to find all those whispered conversations around them disconcerting. "Let's go then?"

As if understanding her intention, Ruby nods and holds out her gloved hand in a chivalrous manner. It is at such moment that Yoshiko has to remind herself that, no matter how harmless and critter-like Ruby is, she is still a Kurosawa Pureblood who has a different upbringing than her. Either way, the gesture endears the shorter girl to her even more.

"Heh, it's like you're a knight in shiny armor-," Yoshiko's grin twitches. "Well, I probably shouldn't use the word 'shiny', ugh. But really, why the dress robe? You look really good in it but I'd expected you to wear a dress?"

"Oh, that was my plan but last night, I received a parcel from m-my family. This is the formal attire I used to wear back then during important events. See? These colors represent the Kurosawa family," Ruby's smile softens, prompting Yoshiko to gently squeeze her friend's hand in comfort. "It's the first mail I've received from them since the night we got Sorted. I see they're trying to reconcile with me, so of course I'm more than happy to try as well."

"That's good. I mean, they should've long accepted you but at least this is better than nothing. Although, the Hufflepuff color-?"

There's a mischievous twinkle in Ruby's green eyes. "Hehe, I modified it myself. I'm proud to be a Puff and I'll always be."

Yoshiko chuckles fondly at her friend. "And I'm proud of you, Ruby. How about Zuramaru though? Please don't tell me she's also in dress robes or some… high-class samurai outfit or something."

It may sound ridiculous though she has no problem imagining the brunette wearing that. Hanamaru does love literature, especially romance fiction set in certain historical periods. Or, she could be draped in fancy ribbons and flowy dresses, not knowing how to put it on, while murmuring 'mirai zura' in admiration.

Ah, Hanamaru will probably smack her if she says that to her face. She can try, Yoshiko smirks, tonight, the great Yohane shall not be tamed by a mere little demon's whims!

"You'll have to wait and see, Yoshiko-chan. I promised Hanamaru-chan not to say anything to you because she wants to see your reaction," Ruby's steps gain a bit of a bounce as they walk down the hallways.

Yoshiko doesn't get a chance to protest because a pair of familiar orange and silver pounce on Ruby the moment they round the corner. Unlike her, the Gryffindor duo is quite vocal about their adoration of the handsome little Hufflepuff.

"Piki!"

"As expected of our Ruby-chan!"

"A real noble! A real prince!"

"Look at the fabric, look at the design! It's the real deal! Ahhh do you mind if I borrow it tomorrow? For research?"

"Hehe, you and your costume obsession, You-chan~ Still, both of you look so ikemen~! Kya, aren't we lucky, Riko-chan?"

Yoshiko allows her gaze to sweep over the three Third-Years, amazed by their respective appearances. Riko has chosen a conservative gown of amaranth and wine hue that's decorated with sakura petals along the hem, a perfect outfit that matches the pretty wearer's personality. Simple and elegant, the Ravenclaw chuckles daintily at her friends' antics. No doubt the voted campus beauty will be surrounded by suitors vying for her hand in a dance.

Chika is as cheerful as always, though there is now an inexplicable grace added to her charisma. Her hair is straightened with the signature braid adorned with a white rose. As opposed to her usual bright colored clothes, she is wearing a dark indigo cocktail dress embellished with white satin belt. Admittedly, if it weren't for her familiar laughter and fawning over Ruby, Yoshiko would have thought she is a refined guest from some upper-class family!

"Ehehe~ You-chan styled my hair!" Chika twirls around and winks at Yoshiko, who grins back in spite of herself. Yup, that's still the spirited Beater alright. "Can't thank you enough, Captain Watanabe!"

"Ha ha, 'twas my honor, First Mate Takami!" You salutes back, this characteristic gesture now rather suave given her outfit. Unlike her buddy, the Seeker is dressed in a formal suit that is probably made from pricey material, judging from the way it gleams at just the right angle. The popular witch, combined with her attractive smile, will most likely be chased by her fanclub the whole night.

Noticing Yoshiko's questioning gaze, You chuckles heartily. "I was going to wear a dress too, but ahaha our Housemates kinda bullied Kanan-chan and I into wearing a suit… they prepared this outfit for me, and I can't resist! I'm so going to research the fabric and its origins later! I mean, look at this tie! The gradient color is so pretty!"

"Well, you both look quite nice. Are you each other's dates?" Yoshiko smirks. Even after witnessing the duo's impressive teamwork and display of powerful magic, her opinion of them as dunderheads hasn't changed. Nowadays though, it's more of an affectionate nickname than having any derisive connotation behind it.

"Nope," they reply simultaneously. "We're Sakurauchi-hime's escorts tonight!"

Riko, who is standing several paces behind them, squeaks in surprise when she's promptly sandwiched between the two. It looks comical really, if Yoshiko doesn't know the history behind the three. While the self-proclaimed bodyguards playfully tease their flustered friend and Ruby, two more witches join their gathering.

"My my, everyone looks so gorgeous~!"

Mari, for some reason, is also wearing a tailored suit, her usually wavy golden hair straightened for the occasion and styled at the back with a few emerald clips. Combined with the azure bowtie, dark jacket with peaked lapels, turquoise waistcoat and more, she is fully decked for the Ball. She would have passed for an European gentleman if it weren't for her generous chest area, which just couldn't seem to be hidden.

As if reading her thoughts as always, the blonde smirks at her and puffs out her bosom even more. Yoshiko despairingly glances down at her own and grumbles. "Hmnnff, don't you look excited for the feast."

"You bet I am! I'm dying for my precious lemons," Mari purrs sweetly as she tugs on her date's arm. Yoshiko is pretty sure the implication has flown over the others' heads, and she groans inwardly at the realization that she is corrupted enough to know the Ravenclaw's double meaning.

Mari's lovely date appears just as exasperated. The tall witch has long cascading indigo tresses as dark and flowing as the ocean itself. The gradient plum and purple color of her silken mermaid dress complements her hair and eyes, while the translucent violet shawl gives her an overall mystic quality. Although, she looks familiar for some reason.

"Kanan-chan! How could you! You were supposed to wear a suit with me!" You puffs up her cheeks in dismay.

Yoshiko's eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. Come again?

"Ahaha sorry You," that laidback tone of laughter definitely belongs to the Gryffindor Lions' Captain. "We flipped a coin and I lost, so I had to wear the dress."

Yoshiko could only stare.

"Oh oh oh~ You've ensnared the lil'kitty here in your charms, Kanan~" Giggling, Mari rests her chin on her partner's shoulder.

"What!? No! It's just that, I've never seen her without that whip of a ponytail!"

"She hisses~ Maybe she'll scratch too~"

Yoshiko indignantly snarls at the blonde, almost blurting out that she's the cat Animagus, not her, but manages to remember last minute that You and Chika are present too. Her irritation subsides a bit when the others also agree that they've never seen Kanan with her hair down either.

"Anyways, Kanan and I will so win the Ball this year! We've had four years of practice, it's our turn to finally shine!" Fire blazes in Mari's eyes, though her expression couldn't remain serious for long as a Cheshire grin breaks through.

"But how about your arm?" Yoshiko squints at Kanan's supposedly injured arm, which looks unblemished.

"Mari cast a glamor Charm on it, and for the duration of the dance, I can do this," the older witch taps her bracelet and momentarily reveals strings of magic that blend in with her hair. "This enables me to move my arm as per my thoughts."

"Remember not to overuse it." Riko clearly doesn't seem too happy that Kanan isn't letting her injured arm rest.

"Don't worry, Rikocchi~! That's why I'm the lead, yes?" Mari winks at her junior. "I'm wondering though, none of you are entering the competition?"

Chika waves her hand. "Welp, I'm interested, but not with you two as rivals! Besides, we're keeping Riko-chan away from nasty suitors! Also, protecting our Ruby-chan."

At this, the Gryffindor duo smothers the startled Hufflepuff in a hug. Yoshiko rolls her eyes. "How about this one? I still remember how scary your fanclub is, You-san."

You points to herself, blinking naively. "But I'm with Chika-chan and Riko-chan?"

"So? They'll still try to get to you. Since you don't have a partner, many will try to make you dance with them," Yoshiko explains as patiently as she could. Could this dummy be more dense?

"But Chika-chan and Riko-chan are my partners-?"

Yoshiko groans and facepalms.

"Did you hear that, Rikocchi? Just enjoy yourself tonight," Mari's voice is light and teasing, though Yoshiko could understand the underlying meaning. Riko does appear tense from all the affection You and Chika have been showering her with.

"But I-"

"No buts! Fallo e basta~ That means no Disillusion Charm either." Tutting, Mari holds up her finger like an older sister chiding an unreasonable sibling. "It's a banquet, a feast, a celebration! Come on, Dia must be dying to see our lovely faces inside the Hall already."

"It'll take a while before we can rescue her from those guests though," Kanan smiles as her partner leads her inside, followed by the playfully bickering You and Chika who take Riko by the arm on each side.

"We're gonna wait here for Zuramaru," Yoshiko calls out after them, determined to ignore her growling tummy at all the delicious aroma wafting towards her nose.

She glances at Ruby, whose hair is a tad disheveled from all the hugs she received earlier. She helpfully holds up a pouch mirror as the shorter girl fixes her bangs. "So? Who're you gonna dance with later? Chika-san? You-san?"

"E-Eh? But you said you're not going to dance right? Then I can't just leave you alone," Ruby says firmly.

"Oh I just assumed you gotta dance as a Kurosawa. I overheard from my Housemates that many of them are expected to dance, to present their family or something. Then again, you don't have to, since you're here as Ruby, simple as that."

Ruby returns her grin. "Well, I do want to dance with Hanamaru-chan and you, if you don't mind, Yoshiko-chan."

"... you saw how I stepped on Lily's foot didn't you? She was nice enough not to say anything but I'm sure she had to use potions to make the bruises go away."

"That's because you were under pressure. It'll just be us three, so you'll be fine!"

Yoshiko finds Ruby's smile infectious. "I just gotta do my Rubesty huh?"

"Yup! Starting right now!" Suddenly, the shorter girl turns her around and pushes with strength unexpected of her.

Yoshiko feels her breath caught in her throat at the sight of Hanamaru, who gives her a bashful little wave. The brunette is wearing a traditional kimono of amber and gold shades, extravagant in its floral motif and intricate designs fitting for festive occasions. Even then, the whole attire somehow emphasizes Hanamaru's unique aura of humility and serenity.

She is beautiful.

"Sorry to keep you two waiting zura… it's been a while, so it took me some time to on the obi," the brunette sticks out her tongue sheepishly, gesturing at the elaborate sienna sash around her midriff.

Yoshiko is still zoned out while the two Hufflepuffs giggle and fawn over each other's attire. She only snaps back to her senses when Hanamaru reaches up and prods her forehead.

"Ow! What did you think you were doing, you disrespectful little demon!"

"Because you weren't paying attention zura!"

"No, I'm over-paying attention, Bakamaru," Yoshiko mumbles in embarrassment, hoping her cheeks aren't red.

"Zura?"

"Nothing, and stop giggling already Ruby! Geez, what's with the little demons tonight. It's mutiny, I say!"

"Yoshiko-chan is easier to rile up tonight, ne, Ruby-chan?"

"Mari-san called her a kitty cat earlier, Hanamaru-chan~"

"Oooh, that fits her zura~"

"Grrrr, shorties don't get to talk." Miffed, Yoshiko ruffles their hair using her slightly-superior height, grinning in satisfaction at their protests. "Why the kimono though? You're gonna stand out since everyone's wearing western-style clothing."

"Not true zura. Professor Koizumi is wearing a kimono, so is Professor Sonoda," Hanamaru pouts, "Besides, I don't have any dresses zura, and it's what my grandma sent me when I Owled her that we're having a banquet."

Thank you thank you, may Satan bless your soul, Grandma Kunikida. Yoshiko chants in her head while outwardly appearing as nonchalant as possible. "Whatever. At least you're wearing contacts and not wearing those granny glasses. Let's go in already. I'm starving!"

"Me too," Hanamaru attaches herself to Ruby's offered arm, giggling. "Hehe, we're like your dates ne, Ruby-chan?"

In response, the dashing Hufflepuff bows to Yoshiko like a gentleman and holds out her other hand. The Slytherin rolls her eyes at their expectant gaze and curtsies before accepting it.

Though flustered, Yoshiko finds herself giggling with her friends as they enter the Great Hall together.

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"Again, that's Miss Ohara and Miss Matsuura with their spectacular performance. Please give them a round of applause!"

The Charms Professor has already used the Sonorous Charm to do announcements, but even then her voice is drowned by the student body's thunderous cheers. Yoshiko finds herself clapping just as hard as everyone else, amazed by what she has witnessed.

Magic really brings a simple ballroom dance to a whole new level, doesn't it?

The waltz started normally like ones Yoshiko had seen in older Muggle movies, with the two witches moving in tandem and in sync. Never would she imagine the jokester Mari and jockey Kanan to twirl and sway so gracefully along with classy music. They were obviously well-rehearsed, but their years of friendship probably enabled them to read each other's movement to make everything flow.

Then their pace picked up, morphing seamlessly to a tango while the sparks and whirls of fire lit up the center stage. With a mixture of levitation charms, aguamenti and most likely some advanced magic Yoshiko knew nothing of, a screen of water enveloped the pair like a dome. Mari and Kanan seemed to be competing, fervently swimming around the arena as conjured marine creatures, the seal and dolphin Patronus Charms, and Transfigured creatures joined their acrobatic dance.

Needless to say, they finished with a literal bang, glitters and all, skating down the icy slope which dissipated into cottony snow flakes.

Yoshiko has to admit, that is one shiny performance.

"Yup, I'm glad I didn't try to enter the competition, at least not this year!" Chika's eyes are practically sparkling. "I'd rather watch the performances! Hehe, and watch Riko-chan playing the piano of course."

The Ravenclaw is seen smiling behind her grand piano, surrounded by Elves and other student members of the orchestra. In a way, Riko is shielded from possible suitors and the majority of the audience's attention during the Yule Ball, which is probably why she accepted the position in the first place.

Yoshiko sips at her strawberry punch, thoroughly enjoying the banquet so far. After the mouth-watering Christmas feast, the long tables in the Great Hall were then rearranged to make space for the Yule Ball in the center. High tables full of desserts and drinks were lined up against the walls while attendees mingled and simply enjoyed the show. The translucent ceiling was charmed to show snowflakes gently drifting in the evening sky, even though it didn't snow at all today.

At the front, the usual staff tables have been replaced by round ones for the various guests. Ruby had discreetly pointed out to her two Muggleborn friends some of the important figures, such as Heads of certain Departments from the Ministry, representatives from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, and even the illustrious wandmaker from Diagon Alley.

The Professors appear to be familiar with many of these guests, judging from the friendly and relaxed manner of their conversations. This encourages the older witches and wizards to introduce themselves and network among these influential people. Yoshiko notices many of her Slytherin Housemates already making impressions with the Ministry employees.

The most distinguished one is the Head Girl. As the Kurosawa heiress, Dia is dressed in full regalia of ebony and ivory, with the Slytherin cloak charmingly donned over her left shoulder. Various medals and trinkets decorate her garment, while her lustrous long hair, pulled in a fishtail braid, is draped elegantly over her right shoulder. With her austere demeanor and confident smile, she blends in well with the other adults. Yoshiko has almost mistaken her as a guest, a royalty even, and once again she is struck by the weight of being a Pureblood.

Dia isn't here just as herself, but as representative of her family.

Ruby appears antsy as well, unable to go help her older sister since they have to maintain the image of estranged sisters in public. They have no idea who the enemies are, and there is a possibility that they could be among the attendees right here in this very Hall.

Yoshiko downs her beverage and reaches for a different drink. Ruby's anxiousness is rubbing off of her, so she is relieved to see Mari and Kanan heading for the front. Surely, the two would rescue their friend as they had declared earlier. Oh, the pair has stopped to greet a bearded blond man. Judging from the familiar way they act and his uncanny Cheshire grin, he must be Mari's father. It's easy to forget that the quirky Ravenclaw came from a prestigious family too, since she doesn't act like one.

"Aren't you drinking too much zura?"

Yoshiko shakes her fingers at the frowning Hanamaru and takes another sip of her candy cane cocoa. She furrows her brows and puts the drink away before reaching for another one on the table, this time an eggnog coffee.

"Not this one either?" Ruby asks with an exasperated smile.

"Nope. At least, I don't feel any different," Yoshiko glares at the mug. "Just where could it be?"

Earlier, right before the Yule Ball, the Deputy Headmistress had announced that the Potion Professor prepared a surprise - the Felixis Felicis potion was randomly added to one of the many drinks. Yoshiko is determined to find that Liquid Luck. Being plagued by misfortune all her life, she wants to experience how it feels to not be unlucky for once, no matter how temporarily.

So far, no success.

"Maybe I should just go for those-"

"No," Hanamaru pulls at her arm before she could head for the cocktails and wine glasses on the other side. "You're still underage zura! Professor Sonoda stressed that it is for everyone, so they wouldn't have mixed the potion with drinks that aren't accessible to the younger students zura."

"Hnff, what would a mere Zuramaru know-"

"Oh, the next performance is starting!" Peacemaker as always, Ruby gestures at the center where another pair strolls through the floor just as confidently as Mari and Kanan did earlier. Since Yoshiko's feeling quite bloated, she decides to take her friend's advice to give up and enjoy the rest of the Yule Ball.

By the end, Yoshiko finds herself agreeing with Chika, that the competition is quite fierce. Mari and Kanan were good, but so were the others. It would probably be down to technicalities and the popular vote to determine which pair gets to be winners.

"Ok, so what now?" Yoshiko looks around the Hall, puzzled by how no one seems to be leaving. "Isn't the Banquet over?"

"Pfff, this is where the fun starts!" As if on cue, different sort of music starts playing and many students flood into the center stage to dance. Chika opens her arms dramatically. "Come on, who wants to start? Heh heh, Ruby-chan, how about you?"

"E-Eh? I-" The younger witch is gently but firmly pushed towards a confused Hanamaru, who is also nudged by a grinning You.

"Go on, enjoy yourselves!" The Gryffindors say in unison, which seems to give Ruby the courage she needs to ask the brunette for a dance. Both giggling, the Hufflepuffs enter the dance floor with their postures relaxed. This isn't like a performance where practically everyone is watching you, so the two girls are able to dance normally without such pressure.

Admittedly, they look adorable, and Ruby is a good lead! Chivalrously, she twirls the brunette around and her steps are unhurried for the latter to follow. Hanamaru's kimono sleeves twirl with her movements, the ribbon in her hair fluttering a bit as she try to match Ruby's pace. If only there's a camera!

An annoying prod to her side jostles her out of her observation. "What do you want?!"

"Don't you wanna dance too?" Chika pouts, one arm draped around her buddy You. "Come on, ya gotta save You-chan from her fangirls~"

Yoshiko peers over their shoulders and flinches at the sight of many witches staring their way, their bodies tense as if ready to spring into action the moment You steps away from the safety zone of expensive champagne glasses nearby. "And throw myself into a pack of rabid beasts? I think not!"

And besides, these dunderheads are quite transparent. They keep glancing at Riko's direction every few minutes, obviously waiting for the right moment to ask her for a dance. The Ravenclaw is currently occupied at the front, conversing with some of the Elven musicians.

"Yoshiko-chan, would you like to dance with me?"

"Ruby? You've finished dancing with Zuramaru?" Relieved to get away from the Gryffindors just for a while, Yoshiko hurriedly takes Ruby's offered hand.

"Oh, she's dancing with Kanan-san right now-"

"What?!"

Miffed, Yoshiko searches the crowd for the ridiculously tall-and-short pair. Indeed, the two are smiling brightly as Kanan attentively complements her movements with the younger girl. At least, the pair looks more like siblings than a couple, unlike the others around them. Gah, why is Bakamaru giggling so much? Is it really that fun!? What's with the blush?

Yoshiko takes a deep breath. Nope, she is so not jealous. The older Gryffindor has done a lot for them, and she's grateful for her help. Nuh-uh. Not jealous. Zen mode.

"I thought Kanan's supposed to be retrieving your sister from those guests?"

"Yup, Onee-chan's not trapped at the front anymore," Yoshiko follows Ruby's finger and sees Dia and Mari conversing on the side, surrounded by various prefects and students. It would be awhile before they could make their way to where Chika and You are. "Fine, whatever, let's get this started!"

"Okay, so first you- piki?!" Before Ruby could position them in the standard waltz stance, Yoshiko drags her friend around and twirls rather aggressively.

"Ku ku ku, I ain't gonna abide by silly ballroom rules! This is a free for all, Ruby! The music is kinda upbeat too, so I'm gonna do it my style!"

As much as she could in this dress anyway. It is really too bad she can't breakdance, or she's certain that she could impress many fellow students with her awesome techniques. Some of the Muggleborns are familiar with her moves and even cheer her on, while the Purebloods just stare at them blankly. There's curiosity in their eyes though, so Yoshiko happily pulls the squeaking Ruby along with her flow.

"That's pretty wicked, Yoshiko-chan, didn't know you could dance!" You is grinning while Chika welcomes an exhausted Ruby back to their midst. Yoshiko poses proudly, adrenaline rushing in her veins while a brilliant idea occurs to her.

Maybe she should ask Hanamaru for a dance?

She isn't given the opportunity to ask, for You excitedly pulls her onto the dance floor before she could react. Cold sweat trickles down Yoshiko's neck when she hears furious murmurs and disappointed grumbles from the pack of hungry wolves... no, fangirls.

You-san, you dense idiot! You're too close! Yoshiko couldn't help but blush when the older witch pulls her close, so close that their cheeks are practically touching. There are some screams or maybe cheers around them, she couldn't tell the difference, but out of instinct she clings to her partner as if this could save her from fangirls' wrath.

"Eheh, hang on~ Yousorou!"

"Wha- yeeeek!" Suddenly, You picks her up and throws her into the air!

She automatically tries to cover her fluttering dress, but she discovers that she doesn't have to. You must have conjured dancing feathers that hover around her, to block any viewers from seeing her underwear while she is airborne. Several brooms appear out of nowhere, and You tap-dances her way into the air, laughing and bowing as she approaches the slowly descending Yoshiko.

Strong arms easily catches her when You frog-leaps over the assembled tower of brooms. The athletic Gryffindor spins her around for several more paces before gently setting her back on her feet. The spectators' deafening applause overcomes the fangirls' protests as You rubs the back of her hair and hesitantly waves.

Yoshiko breathes raggedly, trying to comprehend what just happened as she leans against the older witch's shoulder.

"That was pretty good! Maybe we could refine it and enter the Ball next year- ow!"

Yoshiko scowls ferociously and smacks You's arm hard.

Again.

And again.

And once more.

"C-Chika-chan! She's punching me!"

"That's just a form of affection zura~"

"What-! Watch what you say, Bakamaru!"

Her ears feel like they are burning when she notices the rest of their group chuckling at their antics. At least, Hanamaru has returned from her dance with Kanan and is now stuffing her face with various desserts. Good, that's the Zuramaru she's used to. Be good and stay there. Keep feeding.

"That was amazing! What about it? Like You-chan said, you should form a duo, maybe called 'You & Angel?" Chika's previously tamed ahoge has sprung back up, swaying eagerly as the girl gives them a hug.

"No! And g-get off! I'm sweaty," Yoshiko pries the exuberant Gryffindors off of her person. Is this what Ruby feels all the time, being crowded by the baka duo? Although, it doesn't feel that bad, it's nice actually, because she can sense that the two witches are sincere in their hugs- no! The great Yohane shall not fall for their charm so easily!

She retreats to the side, huffing and puffing, and rummages through the tables for a drink she hasn't tried before. She glares at a glass of mikan juice, filled with pulp, for a good full minute. Taking a deep breath, she grabs the beverage and gulps down the content in noisy slurps.

Tearfully, she sticks out her tongue and waits for something to happen. Nope, other than a disagreeing tummy, she doesn't feel any special. Still no luck in finding that Felix Felicis potion. She glances back at her friends, noting that Chika and Hanamaru are now busy examining some sort of mikan dessert while Ruby happily eats a cup of pudding. Riko has finally joined them and is nibbling at a sandwich that You brought for her from another table. Kanan and Dia are several paces away, surrounded by admirers and younger students who must be taken by their respective outfits.

Hmn, where's that shiny cat Animagus?

She finds her answer a moment later when something reels her back onto the dance floor. Her vision is momentarily obscured by a top hat, which she scrambles to pull off. Half filled with annoyance and resignation, she blinks at the blonde witch holding out her gloved hand.

"Shall we dance~?"

Her lilting tone is a pitch lower than Yoshiko is used to, compelling her to accept the offer. Grinning, Mari begins to lead her around the other dancers, spinning her away and pulling her back at the right moment. Due to their height difference, Yoshiko is forced to peer up at the smirking witch, whose endowed bosom are rather distracting in an irritating way.

"Why do you want to dance with me anyway? Go back to your partner already." And keep that said partner away from Zuramaru, cheh.

"Why not? It's fun to dance with my cute little kouhai~ Besides, everyone's dancing, no?"

Yoshiko dares to glance around, noticing that Chika and Ruby have entered the center stage as well. You has somehow retrieved Kanan from Dia, who waves off her friend and is still occupied by the other students. It looks like the Gryffindor duo have failed or haven't tried asking Riko for a dance. Hanamaru is keeping Riko company as the two girls exchange accessories. True to her name, the sakura hairpin looks good on Hanamaru, while the saffron ribbon seems to make the hue of Riko's hair richer.

"Worried about Rikocchi, are we?"

"Well, yeah. Since that day with the Acromantulas, I've been watching her and the other two. It doesn't seem like Lily knows about the rumors, but those two bakas should be less obvious!"

"Hmm? Like how obvious you are towards Hanamaru-chan?"

"Yeah, exactly that! Wait what?! No! W-W-What are you talking about!"

Snickering, Mari tugs Yoshiko close and muffles her indignant shrieks against her coat. "Calm down~ Rikocchi is smart. She probably knows already, but doesn't want to believe it, understandably so."

"I see… what do we do then?"

"Now now, don't you worry about her. Just leave it to Kanan and I! We've got it worked out. You just focus on getting your girl~"

Mari smothers Yoshiko against her chest again before she could protest. "You'll see soon enough. It took a lot of convincing earlier, but Kanan and I cracked her down. There's no way Rikocchi would say no, teehee~"

Yoshiko scowls in the embrace and reluctantly relaxes. The hug does feel nice and comforting. While a part of her still doubts Mari due to her wacky ideas, she does agree that the senior is dependable whenever the occasion calls for it.

By the time they return to Riko and Hanamaru, the other pairs have finished their dance as well, while Dia has finally extracted herself from admirers. Yoshiko looks at every single one of her friends, pleased at this little bubble of nine. Her eyes meet Hanamaru's, and she freezes in self-consciousness. Puzzled, the brunette tilts her head and smiles adorably. A small splash of whipped cream is stuck to her puffed up cheek, which Yoshiko exasperatedly wipes away with a napkin.

"Aren't you eating too much, Butamaru?"

Frowning at the teasing nickname, Hanamaru punches Yoshiko's arm.

"Ow, that hurts!"

"Hnff, it'd better hurt zura!"

Yoshiko rolls her eyes. "Whatever, like you said, that's just a form of affection, ku ku ku~"

To her surprise, Hanamaru appears flustered and scoots away, placing a bewildered Ruby between them. Huh, that didn't go well. Time from Plan B.

"Okay, Yoshiko-chan, wish us luck," Chika and You suddenly whisper near her.

She hastily grabs hold of their arms before they could head towards Riko. "Wait, you're gonna go for it-?"

"Well, you're the only one we've told our little secret to, Yoshiko-chan," Chika fiddles with her fingers while You lets out a forceful chuckle. "Yeah, Chika-chan and I figure, it's now or never. We'll see which one of us Riko-chan picks, and we can move on."

"But-" Yoshiko helplessly glances at Mari, whose fiery eyes are focused elsewhere. Likewise, Kanan seems to be holding her breath, her expression intense as she stares in the same direction. Curious, Yoshiko and the two Gryffindors turn to look for what's holding their attention captive.

"Riko-san, may I have the pleasure of dancing with you?"

Dia's posture is slightly tense as she extends her hand towards the dazed girl. Riko's lips are parted in soundless surprise, her eyes wide as she glances between the gloved hand and Dia's earnest gaze. A pretty blush crawls up Riko's neck and cheeks as she daintily accepts the offer. Both smiling, one pleased and one coy, the pair slowly makes their way towards the dance floor. Many pairs of eyes are focused on them, most likely just as taken aback as Yoshiko is. She hasn't expected Dia to ask, or Riko to say yes.

Yet, looking at the two witches swaying to the gentle ballad, it somehow makes sense. They look like a match made in heaven, the way they seem absorbed in each other's presence. There's no need to concern themselves with unwanted attention, for they are already in their own world.

Yoshiko sighs quietly. In a way, she is envious. That's the kind of perfect scene she wants to appear to onlookers, with…

She glances at her friends, seeing how Hanamaru is just as mesmerized while Ruby looks happy for her older sister. Kanan and Mari exchange a quiet high-five, both grinning at how it turns out. Now, all that's left are the two possibly heartbroken duo.

Though disappointed, there is also something else in Chika and You's calm expressions. "Well, it's not like we have a chance against Dia-san anyway." "Yeah, it's not surprising that Riko-chan would accept."

Yoshiko scoffs and roughly pulls at Chika's arm, looping it around You's. The two witches blink at her innocently.

"Go on, go dance already. Don't mope here. Didn't you tell me to enjoy myself earlier? Now, it's your turn, both of you."

"Huh? With Chika-chan?" "With You-chan? Eeeh?"

"Shoo, off you go!" Their disbelief is actually heartrending to see, knowing what they used to be, so Yoshiko assertively pushes the two towards the dance floor. You nervously brushes through her hair while Chika awkwardly plays with her braid. After a few moments, their fingers finally interlace as characteristic smiles blossom upon their visage.

"Welp, just as she said, let's just enjoy ourselves, You-chan!"

"Yeah, wanna try an even more difficult stunt, Chika-chan?"

"Oho, you mean with more brooms and possible aquatic additions too, captain?"

"I knew you can read my mind, partner~ Let's consider this a prep for next year's Yule Ball!"

Like a proud parent, Yoshiko folds her arms and gazes after the pair until they blend in with the crowd. Matchmaking success! Whatever happens after is up to the two, but Yoshiko is confident that something good would bloom from this night.

"Hehe, they look cute together, don't they?" Ruby appears just as happy.

"All thanks to Yohane-sama!" Grinning, Yoshiko grabs a glass of water and pretends it's champagne. "Cheers, everyone!"

As they toast to many things, the clinks of glasses and laughter have re-ignited the rush of adrenaline she felt earlier. If the others could pair off so smoothly, surely it isn't that difficult to ask a certain brunette out for a simple dance?

Alas, as decreed by a fallen angel's misfortune, she misses her chance yet again. Hanamaru suddenly grimaces and excuses herself. "I-I need to go to the washroom zura-!"

Kanan blinks. "Oh, I'll go with y-"

"We need to stay to hear the announcement, for the winning pair of Yule Ball," Mari lightly taps on Yoshiko's shoulder. "If I recall correctly, you've drank a lot tonight, haven't you?"

"Y-Yeah, I did. I'll go with Zuramaru then. Ruby, you coming?" Though a little confused, she does agree it's better to go with company instead of alone. For some reason, Ruby shakes her head and makes a Rubesty pose.

"Huh? But-"

"Just go already, Yoshiko-chan!"

Still not understanding Ruby's encouraging smile, Yoshiko shrugs and hurries after Hanamaru. In contrast to the boisterous Great Hall and its glamorous decor, the corridors appears rather desolate and even sinister. Candles valiantly light up the path as she walks past some of the straggler students and into the courtyard. Her heels crunch quietly on the thin layer of frozen snow, leftover from days before, and her breath comes out in fleeting white puffs.

Hanamaru is standing in the middle of the garden, seemingly entranced by the bright quarter-moon and the glittering stars in the night canvas above.

"Hey, are you okay? I thought you're going to the washroom?" Yoshiko hesitantly approaches her friend.

"Hmm? Yoshiko-chan?" The brunette glances at her before returning her gaze towards the scenery. "I was… I felt quite dizzy earlier, so I thought it was something I ate zura."

"Pff, you did eat a lot…"

Hanamaru furrows her brows, though her expression relaxes a moment later. "Anyway, as it turns out, I just need some fresh air. I feel a lot better now zura."

"That's good at least. With the way you ran out earlier, I thought you were gonna hurl, heh," Yoshiko then slaps herself inwardly. She needs to stop making fun of the brunette or else she'll never be able to get that dance she wants!

Thankfully, Hanamaru seems to be too engrossed in this tranquil atmosphere to get upset. "What do you think, Yoshiko-chan? This feels like an illustration from storybooks zura. Isn't it beautiful?"

Yoshiko has always found nature to be otherworldly, an abstract concept to be admired and nothing more. The most she can do is immerse herself in the peace that nature offers. Yes, the icy snow appears to blanket the ground and any vegetation in an artistic manner. Yes, the cloudless sky allows the viewer to search among the constellations for possible shooting stars. Yes, the night breeze, while frigid, is also fresh and cleansing.

She glances at the smiling brunette by her side, savoring how the moonlight gently envelopes her form. "Yeah, beautiful."

"Right?" Hanamaru remains oblivious of her companion's gaze as she spreads her arms. "Sometimes I still can't believe it, being here in the world of magic and being able to use magic."

"Uh-huh, I'm with you on that. Hogwarts is… amazing." Yoshiko reaches out and gingerly takes hold of Hanamaru's hands, turning the shorter girl towards her.

Hogwarts never fails to take her breath away even though she has been here half a year already. From time to time, she would find herself admiring her surroundings, whether it is the Aviary, the towers, the forest, or even her own Dormitory. The ancient and austere magical presence makes her humble, makes her feel so incredibly tiny and insignificant.

But that was the same back in the Muggle world, wasn't it? She was just one of the many faces that passed by the shops, walked down the streets, and simply trudged through each day. She was unable to accomplish anything meaningful, and that had depressed her even though she carefully buried such feeling.

And so, this is the one difference between here and the Muggle world. Here at Hogwarts, she is given the ability to make a difference in people's lives and even her own, no matter how little it seems at first.

The adrenaline from before has calmed down to something soothing, like whispers of encouragement from Lady Luck herself.

"Well then, allow me to make this special scene even more fairytale-like."

"Zura?!"

Yoshiko gallantly tugs her companion against her, slipping her arm around the latter's waist. Due to the proximity, the shorter girl could only nestle her head against the crook of Yoshiko's neck.

"Dance with me, Hanamaru."

The brunette makes an incoherent mumble, her ears reddening. Yoshiko could feel Hanamaru's heartbeat against her, so she's certain that the latter could feel hers as well. Though embarrassed, she's also elated to have finally taken this step. Furthermore, unlike her previous experiences, she has not stepped on her partner's foot, has not lost her wits from unexpected movements, and has not carelessly taken control of the dance with her own style.

No, this is a simple slide and glide dance where the pair sways along the melody. The courtyard may be silent, but Yoshiko can clearly hear the music in her pounding heart.

"Y-Yoshiko-chan, you know how to waltz zura-?"

"Heh, the great Yohane learns fast. You're not bad yourself either."

"... I-I'm just following your lead," Hanamaru mutters shyly, leaning into their semi-embrace even more. Yoshiko stiffens and inadvertently stops the dance, with both of her arms wrapped around Hanamaru's waist to steady her.

Neither move from their position, enthralled by this mysterious ambience that encompassed them.

"So, pretty good year so far I'd say. We got to come here, learn magic-"

"- and I got reunited with you, and we've gained so many good friends zura."

"Right. Fantastic banquet, isn't it?"

"It is. Everything about today is… well, it's been magical zura."

Yoshiko nervously pulls away just a little so she could look at Hanamaru. The brunette's flushed cheeks probably mirror her own, encouraging her to do what her heart yearns.

"The perfect way to end the perfect night."

She leans down and smooches Hanamaru's cheek before backing away. The warmth and softness of the brunette's skin lingers on her lips, so tantalizing that she is tempted to kiss her again.

Should she push her luck? Is this too much?

Blushing, Hanamaru appears shell-shocked, staring at Yoshiko with wide, innocent eyes. Though mortified, Yoshiko returns the gaze earnestly to show that she isn't fooling around.

Hanamaru swallows hard, glancing to the right and then to the left while her arms remain loosely wrapped around Yoshiko's waist. As if making up her mind, she places one hand on the taller girl's shoulder and tiptoes.

Their lips meet chastely, once and again.

"Merry Christmas."

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BURN

Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary: Lin cheated on reader and reader remembers so they can forgive him.

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: None

A/N: I just can’t imagine Lin doing this to his wife tbh

When you first met Lin, you couldn’t describe the feeling inside you, it was like a blast of energy directly from your heart to every inch of your body. Now 20 years later after that and 12 after you get married. Every inch of your body was full of an energy. A bad energy. You were trembling with anger and pain. Because the only person you’d ever want to spent the rest of your life with had cheated on you and you were trying to forgive him. You loved him so much you wanted to forgive him. So you tried to remember all the good times you had with him.

From the moment I met you, I knew you were mine.

You were 15 at the time and he was 2 years older than you. You met him because you were neighbors in Inwood. You just moved from another country, because your father get a job in the United States and you were trying to get the little boxes that belonged to you out of the truck. You put them one above the other. You were struggling a little bit and almost dropped everything. Suddenly someone grabbed the box that was on top and you turned to look at the person. I was him. And since your eyes laid on him you knew you were helpless. His smile was so bright and his eyes were shining. He was beautiful.

“Can I help you with these?” His voice was quite funny and got inside your mind like and echo. “I mean, it seemed like you were having a little bit of problem… Excuse me? Are you listening to me?” You were staring at him all the time he had been talking. His voice…

“yeah…yeah. Of course, I’d really appreciate that” You said after taking a grip of yourself. You were acting ridiculously with a guy you didn’t know the name.

“Ok. Don’t worry. Just tell me where to put them… I’m Lin by the way” Lin? That was a very peculiar name…

“Hi, Lin, you can put them inside the house next to the door. I’ll tell my father to bring them upstairs later” You were making a great effort not letting you voice crack, which was something that happened every time you were nervous or crying. He get inside the house and put the boxes down. He looked at you and you looked back. You didn’t know what to do right now. Your mind was numb.

“You know… You haven’t told me your name yet” He smiled and you immediately blushed. He instantly blushed too and added “Only if you want to, of course.”

“What? Oh! Yeah! Sure! I’m sorry I was a bit distracted. I’m y/n”

“y/n? What a beautiful name...” You blushed again and you could feel your face even hotter. “Anyway I have to go, but it was nice meeting you, y/n” he smiled and turned away. You watched him walked away with the memory of his smile still in your mind.

“y/n? Who is he?” Your sister asked you. You didn’t answered your her question and just shrugged.

“Just a beautiful gentleman”

Be careful with that one, love.

It passed 1 year in which you felt, as your sister liked to say, like flying. Lin had come to your house a lot of times and he was like family. He was so charming with your mother and so respectful with your father. Everyone seemed to know that you liked him and that he liked you, but not everyone seemed to liked it.

“I don’t know what is your problem, why you don’t like him?” You were talking about this new letter he wrote to you about this new idea that he was thinking about and your sister sighed so loud that it interrupted you. You looked back at her and decided to face her.

“It’s not that! I’m just worried, y/n. You really like him, but it doesn’t mean he feel the same…” She said.

“How do you know? You know nothing. You are just saying that because you liked him too!!” You snapped back. You were tired of her attitude towards him. He was so nice with her, but she didn’t care.

“What?!?”

“You think I don’t realise the way you see him. But he likes me too, I know. And you can’t do anything about it!”

“STOP IT! That’s not true. I’m just worried for you. I don’t want him to hurt you. I’m your big sister is my job. I want you to be happy. y/n, I swear I don’t feel anything for him, but please be careful.” You looked her in the eyes and decided she was telling the true. She was just worried. You smiled

“Don’t need to worry. He would never hurt me.”

The world seemed to burn.

After 2 years of meeting him, after countless letters, going outs and adventures. He finally asked you out. Everyone in your family was happy for the two of you, including your sister. He was super sweet about it. He asked your father first for his permission and then planned a dinner for the both of you. You remembered his face, all shy and nervous trying to ask you. You remembered him dropping the bracelet he got for you that night, after accepting.

“You look beautiful…not that you aren’t beautiful. I mean even more, if that’s possible.” You laughed. He always knew what to say, that was you loved about him. You fell in love with him, because he was so intelligent, so creative. You were so into him and he into you. After that, you did everything together. You were one, yet still had your own space; it was a wonderful relationship. Everything seemed to burn.

After 6 years of dating and 8 of knowing each other. He asked you to be his life partner. He surprised you with a choreography with your friends and one song he just composed for you. It was slow, yet catchy and danceable. After he finished he stood in front of you, whose face was burning from the happy tears, and kneeled.

“y/n, will you…”

“Yes” You interrupted him. He laughed

“Let me finish. Ok?” You nodded “Y/n, will you… I’m serious… stop laughing!” You nodded still laughing.

“Yes I’m sorry”

“Ok… y/n l/n, I knew I wanted to know you since the first time I looked at you. And I knew I wanted to be with you since the first time you laughed at one of my bad jokes, so… will you do me the honor to spend the rest of your life with this pain in the ass who is talking to you?”

“YES! I love you, Lin. I’ll always do. No matter how many bad jokes you make.”

“I love you, y/n” He said putting the ring in your finger.

It had passed 12 years since you get married and 18 years in a relation most people would kill to be in. Passionate and sweet. Always caring for each other, always trusting each other. So how? How things ended up like this?

You were brokenhearted and rethinking everything. Trying to understand.

In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives.

You remembered how you found out. You were eating your breakfast one morning, trying to stay awake. You had waited for Lin all night to come home, but he never appeared. He had been staying out for a few nights, but you never worry. He was just busy with all his work. He became famous through all these years, but what could you expect after 2 really successful Broadway shows and 1 soundtrack for a Disney movie. He really was non-stop. Your phone beeped and you took it. You though it was one of Lin��s motivational messages, but you were wrong. It was your sister.

“Are you ok? I can’t believe he did that” You read out loud. You were confused. What happened? You decided to call her for an explanation, but your doorbell sounded. You opened the door and it revealed your sister, with a worrying look in her face, who immediately hug you.

“Please tell me how you feel” she said.

“I don’t know what you are talking about… Why am I supposed to be bad?” She gave at you with an incredulous look and then followed it with a pitying one.

She told you everything you needed to know. She told you how she found out. It was on the news. You listened to her and could feel your heart broke. After that you felt nothing.

“Y/n, I told you. I knew he was going to hurt you one way or another. I’m so sorry, but I’m here for you. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

“I want to be alone” You said. Your voice was dry “Please”

She got up and kissed you. You waited her to be out and then got up from the chair you were in. You looked around you. Why? Why he cheated? Why he told everyone? Wasn’t he happy with you?

You and your words, obsessed with your legacy.

You remembered how you stood there in the middle of your house for god knew how long until you heard a knock on your door. You opened the door and looked at him. He looked miserable. He opened his mouth, but then stopped. You let him in without saying a thing and then slammed the door closed. He jumped at the sound and turned to look at you.

“I’m sorry” He just said. He looked at you. His eyes were red and swollen. He took a step toward you but you stepped back. He looked down. You could tell he felt embarrassed. It was ok. He should.

“Why?” You asked. Your voice sounded like a mix of anger, pain and confusion. He swallowed before answering.

“I don’t know”

“You know better than that. Why?”

He dropped to his knees and started crying, you didn’t feel anything. He looked pathetic. He looked nothing like the boy you met, like the man you fell in love with. The man you loved.

“I was so helpless… I felt so helpless” He was sobbing in the ground

“Why you published it? Why you told the whole world something that wasn’t their business?” You didn’t understand why he cheated, but some part of you knew you’d eventually could forgive him, but that wasn’t the thing that bothered you the most. It was why he told everyone about it. It was something it concerned just the both of you, not the others.

“Because if it wasn’t me, they would have told everyone!!! It was because….” He hesitated. Now you knew why. Everything he had done in his life was because of that. “Because of our future. Because of our legacy” You laughed.

“You didn’t do it because of that. You writing a 5 pages of explanation and then post them in every social media wasn’t because of our legacy. It was because of yours.” He was, all his life, obsessed with that legacy thing. Even if he didn’t admitted it, but it was true. All his musicals had that. Usnavi, Hamilton, all of his characters at some point had touched that subject.

“Please…please forgive me, y/n. I didn’t know what I was doing, I-”

“Just leave, Lin” He started shaking his head, still in the ground, maybe denying the words that just came out of your mouth “Lin, get up and leave. I need some time to think” He got up and locked eyes with you. His eyes showed regret and desperation, yours showed pain and emptiness. He knew he hurt you, and the only thing he now could do was to give you everything you could need and now you needed time.

I’m erasing myself from the narrative. ( You have torn it all apart)

You spent the next 2 months on your own. Lin’s belongings were still in your house. They belonged there. Just like him. You knew that, but you needed that time alone. Most of the people in your social media were giving you their support, others were blaming you for making him do that. Wow. Like it was your decision to be cheated on. You didn’t care, though. Everyone could talk shit about you or Lin. Nothing was going to make you made a public statement. You would never destroyed Lin’s thrust like he did with yours. He destroyed your relationship with, no one wrong choice, but two of them. Cheating and telling the whole world about it. You were still mad at him, but you couldn’t help missing him. Missing feeling his arms at night, missing his love. He was staying at the theater every night. You knew only the guys of the show were supporting him, even though they were quite disappointed, the girls were on your side and left the girl he cheated you with on her own. You didn’t blame her completely. It was his choice too. You hoped that he would feel the same way you were feeling now. You hoped that he would burn.

You forfeit all rights to my heart (With only the memories of when you were mine)

The next month from then, you weren’t on your own. Pippa would be in your house every night so you wouldn’t feel alone and Renee and Jasmine always come in the day to help you feel better. The only times you were completely alone were in which they were at the show and when you shower or go the bathroom. You used that time to think about the past, about those days in which it was no one, but you and him. Everything was burning then, in a beautiful way. Everything was shining. Now you were burning and you could only hope it would stop. You had talk to him the day before. He seemed sad. You were sure he was. You had talked to him about your current situation. You both agreed to start from the beginning in each other thrusting. You both admitted you were feeling incomplete without each other. Then, you just hugged quickly and say goodbye.

I hope that you burn the same way I do

In the next two weeks, everything was back to normal. At first, things were awkward. You were together again, but you were starting over. It passed 4 days until you hugged and 1 week for you to kiss. Then everything seemed came back to normal. All your feelings were familiar, yet fresh and with each touch he would give you, an energy, directly from your heart, filled every inch of your body. You were rediscovering each other slowly in this new phase of your life, but you were happy, because you were sure all bad things were left in the past. And you hoped that he burned with these new and familiar feelings on the inside the same way you were.

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[PANN] Joo Haknyeon with his sisters

Source: 누나랑 여동생이랑 사이좋아보이는 주학년

Produce 101′s Joo Haknyeon has an older and younger sister.. Currently, he lives with his noona in Seoul. He has quite an age gap with his younger sister. He has a lot of aegyo because he grew up with two sistersㅠㅠ

The person next to him is his older sister. An acquaintance of his older sister uploaded this picture of Haknyeonㅇㅇㅇ Even though his noona’s face is covered with his sticker, you can tell she’s a goddess.... Also, look at Haknyeon’s outfit (t/n: he’s known for having good fashion sense)....... I can’t believe that he’s willing to share an umbrella with his noona.

He took these pictures with his younger sister in Jejuㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ His hometown is Jejuㅠㅠㅠ I can tell that he completely babies her since they have a bit of an age gap between them. She even left a youtube comment, asking people to support her oppa.

I’m Joo Haknyeon oppa’s younger sister, Joo ____ ! Thank you for giving so much love to my oppa! I won’t accept any questions. Please vote for my oppa a lot!

Even though she’s young, she’s strict about not accepting any questions...

This is a picture of the three of them at Gyeongbok Palace in Seoul........... Their relationship looks close. Most siblings don’t take pictures sweetly like this, right? ;;;;; Anyways, I’m so jealous that Haknyeon is someone’s actual younger brother and oppa.

My oppa, shut your eyes...

Me too.........

Ending this post with a picture of Haknyeon who loves chicken

Overall: [+767, -195]

1. [+220, -6] Cuteㅠㅠ He does look like an oppa next to his younger sisterㅠㅠㅠㅠ

2. [+203, -6] My oppa, shut your eyes. I don’t have any pictures with my oppa like that. Just thinking about it grosses me outㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Joo Haknyeon looks so affectionate with his younger sister. I’m jealousㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

3. [+162, -5] Joo Haknyeon oppa .... his oppa vibeㅠㅠㅠㅠ he’s so sweetㅠㅠㅠㅠ

4. [+91, -3] Produce ruined his image completely....To his family, he’s the world’s most precious son and brother.. I wonder how hurt his family and he must feel when watching reruns.. If it was me, I wouldn’t even go on the internet...I cried so much for him after finding out that he was the head of the family. My father also died early so I empathized with him when he was holding back his tears during his ranking speechㅜㅜ....Regardless of the reactions toward him, I don’t hate him... I want him to succeed.

5. [+64, -1] He does look like an oppa next to his younger siblingㅋㅋㅋㅋ

6. [+62, -0] Haknyeon, what do you think about a younger sibling that’s old? I’m ready to call you oppa.

7. [+56, -0] You can tell he babies herㅠㅠㅠ I’m jealous of his younger sibling..... I also want to be Haknyeon’s younger sister....

8. [+56, -0] I feel so bad for him because he’s getting so much hate these days...These pictures make me realize that he’s still only 19. Even though he looks so young in these pictures, he looks very sweet...ㅋㅋbasically, I’m jealous that his sister has an oppa like that.

9. [+56, -0] Haknyeon’s full name is Joo Haknyeon oppa... anyways, he’s an oppa, Haknyeon oppa...

10. [+56, -1] Haknyeon working hard at volunteering with ash on his face...He also bought and wears a charity (AMIS) hat...After the concert ended, he went back home at dawn, slept for two to three hours on the way, went to school even though he’s tired, and personally printed out a piggy post-it to thank fans for his subway ad... Why do people expect so much from a 19 year old... when they know absolutely nothing about you.. Why do people say to stop defending you and curse you even on unrelated posts about your daily life?... Even as a fan, I’m sad. How much sadder must you beㅠ

11. [+52, -0] Haknyeon oppa... I also want to call him oppa.... Haknyeon oppa.... ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

12. [+52, -0] You can tell that he’s very sweet just from how he treats his fans. He was the first one to leave a post-it on his subway ad too.

13. [+44, -0] I think the way he acts everyday is his real self, not the way he comes across on the show.... I really hope he later shoots a reality show of his pig farm in Jejuㅋㅋwhile acting like a guide and talking in Jeju dialectㅋㅋㅋ He seems to have a lot of pride in pigs and Jeju.

14. [+41, -0] Hey, all of you who are disliking a post like this, you actually love Haknyeon, don’t you...? Now that 1-pick has started, you should work harder to promote and vote for your fave. What are you doing here, increasing the views of this post? You're very interested in him, aren’t you...

15. [+36, -0] Wow, looking at his clothes, he looks like a fresh, bright kid. His face is also working hard. Although there may be many who are cursing you because of Joonyoung’s evil editing, there are even more people supporting you. I hope you struggle through the hate and come on top. I’m also supporting you.

16. [+33, -1] Look at how sweet Haknyeon looksㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

17. [+26, -0] He’s the second child among three siblingsㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ They look very close!!

18. [+26, -0] Haknyeon, you caught my attention with your PR video. After that, your meringue video and your hidden box video where you introduced the trainee next to you even though it was your PR time impressed me. And even though you went to your company’s building to promote yourself, you told them to watch the show live instead of asking them to vote for you. Why won’t the PD show this side of you? Because the PD told you to come early, you went so early in the morning that I thought you were admirable while feeling sad for you. Even though people are completely misunderstanding you, I hope that one day these people will get to see this real side of you.. Noona is always supporting you! I’ll work hard to vote for you this week!

19. [+24, -0] I definitely don’t get along with my mother’s son like that ㅠㅠㅠ

20. [+23, -0] Haknyeon, don’t get hurt, don’t lose strength, and let’s hwaiting! One pick is Joo Haknyeon!

21. [+23, -0] I’ve seen a couple gifs in the comment section, and I can definitely see why he’s called Produce 101′s founding contributor. He’s handsome... Idk if he’s the standard handsome type but all of his features are f amazing.

(t/n: He got a lot attention and interest because of his pictures from 3/9 Sangam and his ending close-up from the Nayana performance).

22. [+22, -0] Tbh I assumed he must be really bad after seeing all of the hate comments, but after watching Mcountdown, he fixed everything that people pointed out so I was surprised. He’s willing to listen and fix his mistakes.

23. [+22, -0] When Joo Haknyeon oppa cries, he becomes a babyㅋㅋㅋ

24. [+22, -0] All of his acquaintances have said that he works f hard.. He also had to learn the Open Up choreo in three days.. A mistake’s a mistake, but he doesn’t deserve to be this criticized. I feel bad for him. Cheer up, I’ll support you.

25. [+21, -0] I love Haknyeon’s fashion sense...His shirt also sold out (after he wore it). Joo Haknyeon, cheer upㅜㅜㅜㅜ

26. [+21, -0] Isn’t Haknyeon’s full name actually Joo Haknyeon oppa..?

27. [+20, -0] Apparently, Yongguk and Haknyeon were in the same agency and trained together before. Why didn’t they show this.. I only found out after watching Yongguk’s Vapp live.

28. [+20, -0] As expected, his full name is Joo Haknyeon oppa....

29. [+20, -2]

I once prepared a performance with him before. I can’t tell you what exactly because I’m embarrassed of potentially exposing myself. But what I can tell you is that he’s nothing without hard work. Is this too harsh of an expression? I was dumbfounded that people have been criticizing his personality, saying that he’s greedy or that he’s an outcast. But I was most dumbfounded at people saying that he doesn’t work hard. He’s someone who experienced all kinds of hardships so he works even harder. He doesn’t go outside often and practically lives in the the practice room. Please don’t judge and criticize him based on the five minutes of his life (you’ve seen on tv).

30. [+20, -0] Haknyeon, let’s debut!! The people who are disliking this post are practically stalkers at this rateㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

31. [+19, -0] He looks very young, looking at him like this....ㅠㅠ I hope he cheers up even though he’s getting a lot of hate these days.

32. [+19, -0] Haknyeon, debut and shoot a variety show in Jejuㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

33. [+19, -0] Haknyeon’s actually very bright and has a lot of aegyo in daily life. He’s just a kid that acts like his age. Why don’t they show this side of him on broadcast? It’s a pity that only fans know this side of him.

34. [+19, -0] There are so many stories of him being kind, but you’re criticizing his personality???

35. [+19, -0] I like how sweetly he’s staring and holding his younger sister’s shoulders, but I also like him in this picture ㅋㅋㅋLook at how he’s holding his noona’s bag and jacket.....If this was my younger brother, he would’ve just thrown them on the groundㅡㅡ (what actual siblings are like ㅋㅋㅋㅋ) Haknyeon’s like the ideal younger brother you’d imagine in your head....I’m crying

36. [+18, -0] I watched his individual cam and he wasn’t that bad...I’ll support you.

37. [+18, -0] He looks so good in a hanbokㅋㅋㅋ he looks like a crown prince... or just one of the king’s sons?? ㅋㅋㅋ He looks very royal.

38. [+17, -0 ]

When I first got to know Joo Haknyeon, there were rumors that he did acting before. There was a lot of talk about why he was doing this when he did acting and that he probably just wanted to be a celebrity. To the people from the art, music, and p.e. (t/n: dept?), these were words with some bite, but to us, it was just something we talked about with indifference. I bet Haknyeon got hurt by it a lot, but he just laughed and responded well. I’m sure that there were people who were jealous of him at first, but later on, there was nobody who thought badly of him. But apparently he’s getting criticized for not working hard enoughㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Do you know that we’re laughing about this among us? Joo Haknyeon’s the type to work disgustingly hard. He works so disgustingly hard that he even made the ones who talked crap about him shut upㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I don’t know anything about center or whatever because I don’t really watch the show. I also haven’t seen him since a year ago so I don’t know if his personality changed since then or if he was originally like that. But what I do know is that when it comes to effortㅋㅋㅋㅋif you tell anyone who knows Joo Haknyeon that he’s being criticized for not working hard enough, they’ll 100% laughㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

39. [+17, -0] He’s only a trainee, but look at how he treats his fans. He’s f sweetㅇㅇ

40. [+17, -0] Haknyeon’s memorizing the lyrics by himself in a cornerㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜ I’ve gotten used to looking for him in the corner or the edges on the show... I’m supporting you, Haknyeon. Fighting, fighting

41. [+16, -0] He was the first one to write a (thank you) post-it on his subway ad..ㅠㅠ I feel bad for him. He treasures his fans a lot.

42. [+16, -0] He’s the type to practice his one line in the waiting room, but they don’t show any of that ㅠㅠ Even his teachers have said they thought he didn’t practice at all at first because they didn’t know he was a slow learner. But they realized that he actually worked 2, 3, 10 times harder to get something right ㅠㅠㅠ The PD maliciously used his slow learning pace and showed him failing to catch up the first few days, but they don’t show him working even harder the following daysㅡㅡ

43. [+16, -0] Haknyeon’s so lovableㅋㅋㅋㅋ Idk about the show, but anyone who’s seen his PR to how he wrote that post-it would never be able to give him up.. Even though he’s just a trainee, I’ve never seen anyone who’s already so good to their fans.

44. [+16, -0] Let’s all cheer up!!

45. [+16, -0] Ahn Joonyoung completely ruined the image of a kind kid like this in one moment. Please give up your position as a PD. What are you doing to these kids?

46. [+16, -0] Haknyeon’s not my fave, but he feels like my hurt finger?ㅜㅜㅜ I’d been voting for him consistently until two-pick, and I’m really supporting him... I thought that he must be a good kid seeing how the people around him have all stood up for him and said that he’s not like how the show makes him out to be. Now that it’s one-pick, I probably won’t vote for Haknyeon anymore since my fave is also in a dangerous position but I’ll keep voting for him on maboyㅜㅜ I know that both Haknyeon and his fans are probably hurting and sad because of all of the hate disguised as criticism, but I want Haknyeon and his fans to know that there are lots of people supporting him as wellㅜㅜ I hope that he debuts with my one-pick and that both will smile brightly at the final episode...

47. [+15, -0] The people around him have all come out to say that he’s not like how the show makes him out to be. Joo Haknyeon, let’s debutㅜㅜㅜLet’s work hard for one more weekㅜㅜㅜㅜ

48. [+15, -0] He’s an oppa one moment, a baby the next.... Noona’s heart hurtsㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜHaknyeon who always says fighting for the noonasㅜㅜHaknyeon, you should also hwaiting!

#joo haknyeon #haknyeon #produce 101 #pann

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