#yoha event

[lovingherrscher]

Warning: non-con, nsfw, uses of drugs, mentions of violence, emotional blackmail, this is NOT a healthy relationship.

Extra: inspired by Satanophany.

“Please don’t leave. I promise I’ll fix this just―don’t leave me here alone.”

Dazai tightened his grip around you. He doesn't- never wish for things to go this far, yet when he opens his eyes there you are, trembling and crying. Bruises that has been hidden underneath the bandages, just like him. The only thing he doesn't want you two to match.

It's like there were two Dazai to begin with, one at day and one at night. You're unfamiliar with the nighttime Dazai, he sounds much more, void. You knew he was a former executive of the mafia, yet you never actually 'witness' how he was back then. Until now that is.

He was so gentle, so caring and sweet before dusk, it's the Dazai you fell in love with, the detective who always teases Kunikida until he snaps or pushing his paperwork to Atsushi, claiming that it's how he 'teaches' his subordinates. He would sometimes surprise you with gifts, a bouquet or some sweets, or he would take you out on a lunch, dinner date and treats you, not using a certain blonde's money, of course.

But, as he used to claim, the night belongs to the mafia. Dazai before dawn was completely different. You didn't know what triggers him to be like this, he was desperate in a way, desperate to keep you by his side. He doesn't take things lightly, as he kept you locked in your shared apartment. The first time your escape failed, he had chained your hands to the bedposts. The second time you fail, your legs was chained as well. As for the third time... He literally forced aphrodisiacs down your throats and had his way with you. Dazai enjoys a nice game of cat and mouse, but it ends here. He trusted you to not be so foolish enough to run away from him, yet it appears that he was wrong.

When he woke up the next morning with you, chained to the bed, he had frightened. When he unchained you, ignoring the sore hips and legs as an aftermath of last night's event, you back up right away when you saw him extend his hand to you. The sight of you unconsciously covering your head, tears streaming down your cheeks, all the visible bruises on your body and the purple-tinted red hickeys all over your neck and chest makes him clenched his teeth. He can only mutters apologies like a broken records as he embraces you.

Dazai helps you clean yourself, then he proceeds to clean your wounds, wrapping them in bandages and carries you to the sofa. He held you tightly in his arms, you could felt his tears dampening the fresh bandages around your neck, and it makes you hesitate before wrapping your arms around his body, returning the hug. He looks like a whole different person now. It's almost unbelievable how this man was the same one who ravaged you last night.

The only thing you never notice was the smirk hanging on his lips. Of course he knew this. How could he not? It was an act. If Dazai didn't claim you right there last night, he'd lost you to someone else, and that was the last thing he wishes for. The way he saw men fawning over you like moth over flames makes his blood boils. He knew he had to take matters to his own hands.

A part of him was scared that you would one day leave him like how his friend did. He just wanted to have something precious for once, he just wanted to not lost what he never wanted to lose. Old habits dies hard as he resolved to the mafia way. He just wanted to keep his darling safe, and you understand that, don't you?

[chuuyrr]

Niki!! Can me and Dazai join the event? 👉👈

what taylor swift song fits you and your selfship (mini-event)

[ 🎧 ] : daylight by taylor swift is playing . . !

⊹ daydream: imagine dazai.. coming home with you after a long day, and since you're quite shy to initiate intimacy yourself, he takes matters into his hands. dazai guides you to sit by him, gently pushing your head against his shoulder and whispering sweet nothings like, how you did a good job today, as he wraps an arm around you, keeping you close to his side. dazai then presses a soft kiss on your temple with one of his hands gently carressing your cheek. you find yourself.. a little surprised at the initiation of affection, but you smile softly. it seems he really was slowly warming up to you, and was wanting to make you feel loved and cared for, just you have always been making him feel so.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

⊹ thoughts: i think that daylight is perfect for yohane and dazai when i go back to the self-ship ask game about your relationship, wherein dazai had the tendency to slide back into his old mafia ways, but he gradually warms up to you?

to me that's dazai slowly but surely finally seeing daylight, the light of his love, after being in the dark for so long . . .

wanna know what taylor swift song i think fits you and your self ship? send me your selfship at my inbox now ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

[bitacrytic]

The Black Rose (3)

Read previous chapter HERE

♧

“Chief,” Gaon said breathlessly, prying Yohan’s hand from his chin. “We’re at the office.”

Yohan’s hand slipped around Gaon’s neck, pulling him back down into the kiss as he slipped his tongue into Gaon’s mouth. Unable to help himself, Gaon sucked on the tongue, holding on to him as Yohan moaned, excitedly. The sound was like an alarm in Gaon’s head.

Inappropriate, Yohan had said.

“Come on,” Yohan said currently, pressing a button underneath his desk as the windows darkened and the doors clicked in the distance. “You know you want to.”

He did. For a while now. But this wasn’t, this couldn’t... oh, who was he kidding?

Gaon dove right in, kissing his lips as his hands roamed all over Yohan, who kept moaning, “Gaon,” and “touch me". Gaon obeyed, digging out Yohan’s shirt from his pants, slipping his hands beneath the shirt to feel skin as Yohan lay back, almost going limp from Gaon’s kisses.

Soon, Yohan’s lips weren’t enough. Gaon wanted to taste everywhere to see if he felt as heavenly. A part of him wanted to see how much Yohan would let him get away with. So he pressed his boss into his chair and pushed his legs apart. Slipping between Yohan’s legs, Gaon grabbed his tie and leaned over him.

While he hovered there, Yohan’s eyes widened in shock as his mouth fell open, looking up at Gaon. Gaon went closer, almost kissing him. When Yohan rose to meet him, Gaon pressed Yohan down by the neck.

Obediently, Yohan went with it, still staring at Gaon in wonder. There it was. A hint of surrender. But was that the limit? Or just the beginning?

“What do you want?” Yohan asked eagerly, licking his lips as his eyes trained on Gaon’s own lips. “We can do anything.”

Gaon hadn’t really thought that far ahead. He’d come in here to work. He hadn’t expected to get kissed by his boss.

“Do you,” he asked, locking eyes with Gaon. “Should I suck you off? Can I?”

“Uh... wha... yeah. Okay,” he replied.

Yohan got on his knees, pushing his chair back to allow him access to Gaon’s pants. In one quick motion, Gaon’s belt was undone and the buttons were open. Wishing for some stability, he turned to lean on the desk as Yohan followed, pushing Gaon’s pants till the pooled at his ankles and delving into his boxers.

Gaon moaned as soon as he felt Yohan’s breath on his dick.

“Oh yes, Chief,” he said, patting Yohan’s hair with care because he really wanted to grab it. But he couldn’t. This was his boss. His boss who was currently kneeling at Gaon’s feet.

Itching for it, wishing for it, Gaon’s mind soared the moment he felt Yohan take him whole in his mouth, gagging for a second as the roughness of his tongue grazed Gaon’s dick.

“Oh God,” his fingers slipped into Yohan’s hair. “Yes. You feel so good.” Yohan held him by the hip, keeping Gaon in place as he sucked him down, lifting his head and diving back in for more as Gaon cried out in the office. “Chief, ah...” he wasn’t supposed to... this was... why would he... Gaon’s thoughts jumbled around as everything in him focused acutely on what Yoha was doing to him.

When Yohan hummed around his dick, Gaon’s mind whitened into nothing as his body stiffened and suddenly he was coming down Yohan’s throat, powerlessly, uncontrollably unable to stop himself.

Gaon held on to the side of the desk, trying to calm down as the events of the last few minutes caught up with him because, what the hell?

“Uh,” he began, unsure what to say. “Sir?”

Yohan didn’t move. He just knelt there, his head on Gaon’s hips as he clutched Gaon’s thighs like his life depended on it.

“Please give me a moment,” Yohan pleaded, his voice hoarse and quiet. “I just need a moment.”

Gaon tried to relax back on the desk, but Yohan had him securely in place, his hands like a clamp upon Gaon’s body, holding on like he needed to anchor himself. So Gaon let him. It wasn’t as if could actually walk in this moment. Because, wow. What the hell? The only thing he could do was pull himself back into his shorts. But Yohan didn’t even let him go enough to make that action a success.

After a while, just standing and kneeling there, Yohan finally let go. He remained kneeling, but resting his hands on his thighs.

“Sir, do you need me to-?”

“No,” Yohan said, turning away as Gaon bent down to his level. “I’m good.”

“I could,” Gaon licked his lips. “I could return the favor.”

“It’s fine,” Yohan said, his back to Gaon. He pressed the button on his desk and the door to the office clicked once more, just as the shutters on the windows pulled away letting in the daylight.

Gaon didn’t know how to feel about that. One step forward and three steps back with Yohan. Gaon should have expected as much. But he couldn’t even argue or prod Yohan. Consent was key. Especially with people like Yohan. If Yohan was turning away from him and ushering him out of the office there was nothing Gaon could do but leave.

He wasn’t sure if he regretted it all, now that it was done with. Because what had been an incredible high from a brain-numbing organisation, had suddenly soured into anxiety.

[athyrabunlord]

LLSHP AU (S) - Yule Ball

Main Story: [LLSHP AU - Yoshiko Tsushima and the Fallen Angel]

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

[FFN link] [Pixiv Link] [Translated to Chinese by plin2290]

Sequel blips: TriWizard Tournament series- [First Task] [Yule Ball]

A/N: Look I’m so very creative with my titles lol. Like the previous blip, this one is just a segment of the whole TriWizard Tournament saga. Hopefully I’ve succeeded in portraying the overall tone of this Ruby-centric sequel series. A lot of elements are related to the Main Story so it’s definitely recommended that you read the Main Story before the sequel. Anyway, enjoy! XD

“This is a flash grenade.”

Ruby gulps nervously, not because she understands what that Muggle terminology means but because of You and Chika’s serious expressions. Chika is seated in one of the couches with her arms folded and her characteristic ahoge drooped, while You is carefully inspecting the object before placing it back into the wooden box.

“Even in the Muggle world, this isn’t something accessible to civilians,” You says thoughtfully, her gaze trained on the item as if she could unravel the mystery. “Chika-chan and I have seen enough movies to recognize it. Even if it’s not a flash grenade, it’s… still a grenade, a bomb.”

“Why would they give me something like this though?” Somewhat frustrated, Ruby begins to pace around the her Prefect dorm, a habit she’s picked up from Kanan since her First Year. “I wonder what Osaka-san and Kazuno-san have in their boxes?”

After the end of the First Task, it was announced that the Second Task would be held after New Year’s. The official only stated that the item in the wooden box is vital to the nature of the Second Task, and that the champion should get to know their respective item before then. Each champion is also allowed to bring one more item with them in this Task, and the only hint was that the two items should balance each other.

Furthermore, there is one special condition that will be announced on the day of the Second Task, and Ruby had an iffy feeling about it so she’d like to prepare for the worst.

But, what is she supposed to do?

“Hmm, no other hint at all huh?” Chika slowly chews on her mikan pastry, her eyes not shimmering as usual whenever she enjoys her snacks, but rather filled with concern for her friend.

“No. I heard the Durmstrang principal was rather upset about the secrecy but that’s it.”

“I guess this is fair. Unnerving, but fair.” You pats Ruby’s head, prompting the latter to smile. “We’ll research more on the grenades, you can count on us! How about the other item?”

“Onee-chan suggested I bring the Kurosawa sabre. Since there’s so much we don’t know about the Second Task, the sabre can at least protect me.”

Truthfully, Ruby isn’t as keen on the idea. She would much rather bring a bottle of Dittany in case she gets injured but in the end, she agrees with her sister that prevention is much better than treatment.

“That’s a great idea, as expected of Dia-san! I bet she’ll be surprised when she sees you in action~” Chika also bounces up from her chair and wraps her arm around Ruby’s shoulder. “Hehe, she doesn’t know what you’ve been working on, right?”

At this, Ruby grins playfully and does a Rubesty pose. No matter how much she practices, she acknowledges that she will never be skillful in swordsmanship. Therefore, at her request, Chika had been more than happy to teach her the complex Charm that makes her Beater bats hover around her like sentient guards. Except, in this case, Ruby has utilized it on the Kurosawa sabre. The last time they dueled in the Room of Requirement, the sword was quite the force to be reckoned with.

“That’s our girl! Uuuaaaah, You-chan, I can’t believe our Ruby-chan’s all so grown up now.” Dramatically, the Head Girl flops against her girlfriend and pretends to wipe away her tears with the latter’s scarf.

“A true champion of Hogwarts! We’ve raised her well~” You picks up Chika and spins her around while pretending to sniffle.

Ruby chuckles at the duo’s familiar antics. The couple never excludes her from their theatrics and she always enjoys watching them interact anyway. Being around them makes her feel happy and at ease, all the troubles churning in her mind evaporating away. You and Chika truly are magical in their own special way.

Not to mention, they’re both very perceptive.

“Something’s bothering you, right? And it’s nothing to do with the Tournament.”

Ruby doesn’t see a point in hiding it. “I’m worried about Yoshiko-chan and Hanamaru-chan.”

The duo exchanges a knowing look. “Right, we’ve been trying to grab hold of them too but they’ve gotten pretty good at evading.” You chuckles quietly at the last bit. Years of running away from the You Watanabe Fanclub must have trained Yoshiko well.

“I’ve talked with Hanamaru-chan, but it wasn’t enough - that’s the bad thing about having my own Prefect dorm, I miss being roommates with her. Outside of my Prefect duties, I try to look for her but she must’ve learned from Kanan-san where the best hiding spots are around the school. There just aren’t any… right opportunities.” Exasperated, Ruby resumes pacing around the room. “The most I’d gotten out of her is that, she kept saying it’s her fault but Yoshiko-chan won’t accept her apology and insisted she’s the one at fault instead.”

This isn’t a fight where she could just make the two talk and compromise. There’s no side to coax into admitting fault and apologize, not when both parties believe they’re the guilty ones. Both are very reluctant to talk about the subject further. Hanamaru had requested her to drop the subject and she couldn’t bring herself to push it. After all, Hanamaru had never asked her for anything, so how could she refuse?

“You just focus on the Second Task. Leave Hanamaru-chan to You-chan and I!” Chika pumps up her fist. “No one can evade our MVP Seeker for long! And I’m sure Riko-chan can grab hold of Yoshiko-chan and talk some sense into her.”

Ruby trusts the duo and her future sister-in-law, she really does, but it’s gnawing away at her conscience that she hasn’t been helpful towards her best friends. This useless feeling, it’s all too familiar, like how things were years ago back in the Estate.

“Aww, don’t make that face, Ruby-chan! You have a lot on your plate and you’ve already tried your best, cheer up!” Chika’s smiles then shifts to a mischievous one. “Don’t you have something else urgent that’s coming up very soon?”

You catches the drift and snickers. “Oh yes, the fun stuff~ I heard you have gained quite a bit of following after your awesome performance at the First Task~”

Ruby twitches uncomfortably. A tradition that’s existed for centuries, one that each champion must participate. A mandatory ‘task’ that she really doesn’t want to be under the spotlight for.

“So, who’re you taking to the Yule Ball?”

A strangled whimper is all she could reply to that.

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“There! How’s Yohane-sama’s amazing skills!?”

“Thanks for styling my hair! You really are good, Yoshiko-chan!”

“It’s Yoha-... whatever, hmnff, as long as you recognize my awesomeness, little demon no.4!”

Even though Yoshiko quickly hides it, Ruby notices that fleeting hesitation and that confirms her doubts. Still, she decides to put that on hold for now so they can finish dressing up. She glances around at all the makeup and accessories as well as the various clothes they no longer need, and acknowledges that this is the messiest that her Dorm has become in a while.

She couldn’t help but smile as Yoshiko poses in front of the mirror, relieved at this arrangement. It definitely is more relaxing to be in her best friend’s company instead of a fan’s. She thought You was joking but there had been several ambushes in the preceding weeks, including the time she almost drank a glass of juice that has Love Potion in it! It was downright scary!

Is it really such a big deal, to be featured on the front page of the Daily Prophet as a champion’s partner?

After much consideration, Ruby had originally asked Riko to accompany her for many reasons. Even though You and Chika had volunteered, Ruby did not want to split the couple especially since this is their last year at Hogwarts. Riko was in charge of performing with the piano so Ruby would only have to open the dance floor as Hogwarts’ champion and she is done. It would also be nice to spend time with her future sister-in-law, showing their closeness under public scrutiny. Neither Dia nor Riko has expressed concerns for the public’s opinion of their engagement but Ruby still wants to show her support whenever there’s an opportunity.

But then, Yoshiko had demanded to accompany Ruby. In spite of her best friends’ situation, Ruby had hoped that Hanamaru and Yoshiko would go to the Ball together. What surprised her more though, is the fact that Leah asked Hanamaru and the latter agreed. It didn’t seem like Leah got along with any of her schoolmates, at least the ones within Durmstrang’s entourage, but she did not expect Leah to ask Hanamaru of all the people.

Sighing, Ruby half-heartedly fixes her cloak and tries to ignore the weird feeling in her chest. Ever since this strange turn of events, she’s been feeling restless and confused. She doesn’t get annoyed often, which is why she has no idea how to deal with this tension in her body. True to their words, You and Chika had hunted down Hanamaru, and Riko had a long chat with Yoshiko as well, but Ruby has yet to see any improvement in their situation. Why else would Yoshiko go with her and Hanamaru still going with Leah? And Yoshiko hadn’t complained that her girlfriend was going with someone else. Just what’s going on? This doesn’t make any sense!

“Why the serious expression, Ruby? The fallen angel-”

“Yoshiko-chan. Tell me what’s going on between you and Hanamaru-chan. Please.”

It’s now or never. Ruby feels awful for ruining the merry atmosphere but she can’t bear it any longer. As expected, Yoshiko’s grin drops but she continues to stare at her reflection in the mirror. Ruby patiently remains silent as her friend fiddles with the ribbons and puts on her earrings. The raven-haired girl then reaches up for the quill affixed in her bun but stops at the last moment and leaves it be.

“... I guess it’s been long enough. Lily’s urged me to talk to you about it but…”

Ruby panics at the sight of shimmering tears in her friend’s eyes but Yoshiko irritably wipes them away with her gloved hand.

“Goddamit. It’s just hard to talk about, especially… to you.”

“Me?” Ruby hasn’t expected that, and is more than startled when Yoshiko whirls around and enters her personal space in one swift stride.

“Who am I, Ruby Kurosawa?”

The husky tone and the proximity cause her to cringe and instinctively clutch at her chest. Her heart quickens in fear in spite of her mind inwardly screaming otherwise.

“... I’m sorry. I just wanted to see your reaction.” Yoshiko murmurs sadly and backs away, returning to her spot in front of the mirror.

“Y-Yoshiko-chan, that’s not… I didn’t mean-” Ashamed, Ruby tries to ignore the prickling ache from the scars of sectumsempra and boldly places a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder. Yoshiko smiles slightly at that, but the sight just makes her feel worse.

“It’s okay. I thought I’ve gotten over it. I thought we’ve all gotten over it, but it’s not that easy is it?” Yoshiko gingerly touches the mirror’s surface, her fingers trailing the shape of the quill before clenching into a fist. “I am Yoshiko. But I am also Yohane. I’ve accepted that. Or I thought I did.”

“Yoshiko-chan-”

“Things were going so well, y’know, between Hanamaru and I. Both of us, we thought we’ve moved on. But then, this one time, when we were kissing and things were getting heated between us, she… started crying. She was horrified and kept apologizing for thinking of...”

Ruby feels cold. No wonder this has been so difficult for her two friends to talk about. Back in their Second Year, Hanamaru had confided in her that she would involuntarily recall the first kiss she shared with the Yoshiko she fell in love with, and how guilty and conflicted she felt about being so intimate with the Yoshiko now. Ruby had tried her best to reassure her friend and always made sure to give the two privacy to sort things out, so things had never escalated to this point.

It was already painful to put herself in Hanamaru’s shoes, let alone Yoshiko’s.

“I told her it’s not her fault but, well, I’m just… I don’t know what to do anymore,” Yoshiko chuckles dryly and turns away from the mirror at last. “I love her, Ruby, but maybe she loves the Yoshiko I used to be more.” Yoshiko closes her eyes and shakes her head. “No, I shouldn’t doubt, I shouldn’t… I-I’m sorry to just dump this on you-”

Not knowing what else to do, Ruby hugs her friend tightly. “I’m the one who made you talk, Yoshiko-chan. I’m sorry I’m not helpful at all. It’ll be very hard, I understand that, but things cannot go on like this. I’ll be there if you two need an extra voice, anything, but please promise me you’ll talk to her. I w-will too. You’re both too important to me, I refuse to let the past get in the way of my best friends becoming h-happy.”

“Hey now, why’re you the one crying? You’re messing up my masterpiece!” Yoshiko laughs, sniffling hastily and hands over a handkerchief to Ruby. “Thank you though. I… I really appreciate it. I needed that. I really, really am grateful.”

Ruby smiles weakly, forcing away that horrible memory of Yohane almost killing her to the back of her mind. She needs to be strong, especially now.

“Heh, I remember you used to be a lot shorter than me.” Grinning, Yoshiko mischievously pats her head before tugging on her side ponytail. “Not anymore though. You’ve grown into your princely outfit for sure.”

“I’d r-rather wear a dress like you do. I look weird! Even the outfit I wore to the Banquet in our First Year is better than this…”

“What, you’re doubting Yohane-sama’s fashion sense? Trust me, you look great. Those two Gryffs will be all over you, not to mention your little fanclub-”

“Yoshiko-chan!”

“Fine fine. Why don’t you escort the great fallen angel to this Yule Ball and show the rest of the mortals what dancing truly is?”

Ruby stands straighter and chivalrously takes her partner’s hand, finding herself relaxing now that Yoshiko is smiling again. The expression still looks a bit stiff and her eyes are clouded with doubts, but overall she appears more relaxed at least.

The Christmas Banquet in their First Year was when her two best friends finally faced their feelings and confessed. Ruby fervently hopes that the magic of such dance would bring them back together once more.

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“They seem to be having fun.”

Ruby couldn’t help but mumble as she and Yoshiko sway along the waltz. It probably looks comical for any onlookers, that their attention is not on each other but on another pair. Indeed, after the first dance that each champion is obligated to start off the night, Leah and Hanamaru have remained on the dance floor and are seemingly absorbed in each other.

At first, the Durmstrang champion looks just as placid as she always does. She seems to despise the spotlight being on her just as much as she dislikes dancing for the formality of the Tournament. However, she is now chuckling at something Hanamaru said. That’s a positive expression, one that Ruby has never seen before. When did they get so close?

“That’s just the way Zuramaru is. She’s good at making us loners open up.”

Ruby frowns at Yoshiko, tugging so that the latter is close enough to hear her whispered words. “Even with the situation between you two, I don’t see Hanamaru-chan just agreeing to being Kazuno-san’s partner. It’s not like her.”

“Well, I agree this isn’t like her, but maybe she just wants to get her mind off of things. Maybe that Durmstrang champion has something I don’t?”

Ruby deliberately steps on Yoshiko’s foot, earning an angry yelp. “None of that, Yoshiko-chan. I was going to wait until after they finish dancing to get you two to talk, but I think enough time has passed.”

“W-Wait, now? But, what should I say?”

Yoshiko’s uncertain expression softens Ruby’s heart, but she recalls their earlier conversation and steels her resolve. “What you said to me. Knowing Hanamaru-chan, she would understand. If she continues to apologize, you just need to hug her and express your feelings until she can’t possibly think of anything else.”

“... where did you-? I’m gonna tell Dia-san that Kanan and Mari have been teaching you unnecessary things. Or was it those dunderheads?”

Ruby blinks. “What’s wrong with hugging? You-san and Chika-san hug all the time, they would cheer each other up that way.”

Yoshiko still looks dubious for some reason but sighs and nods. “Alright. Let’s go for it.”

After giving her friend’s hand one last encouraging squeeze, Ruby leads her around the crowd and towards the dancing pair. Leah’s expression darkens as soon as she notices her, which inexplicably irks her.

“What do you want?”

The Durmstrang champion is clad in a formal outfit fancier than her school uniform. The furred cloak is styled over one shoulder, with the school’s double-headed eagle embroidered proudly over the velvet scarlet. Her shoulder length hair is pulled to a sleek low ponytail, giving her a refreshing and regal demeanor in contrast to her usual slightly unruly appearance. If it weren’t for her vicious scowl and biting tone, she would have passed as a foreign royalty.

Hanamaru, dressed in a pretty but simple dress of white and dark crimson, drops her gaze nervously at their approach. If it weren’t for Leah’s tight grip on her wrist, she might have bolted from the dance floor. Ruby wistfully reminisces how she used to be the one fleeing from confrontations and Hanamaru being the one to give her courage.

Taking a deep breath, she firmly steps forward and reaches for Hanamaru’s hand.

“Kurosawa, what’re you-”

“Couples should spend the rest of the night together.”

“Ruby-chan, I-”

Ruby simply gives her dear friend a soft smile before nudging her towards Yoshiko, who’s been standing awkwardly to the side. Just as Leah is about to reclaim her partner, Ruby loops one arm around hers and drags her away. Soon, other dancing pairs obscure her view of her best friends but she trusts them to at least try to make it through one song together.

If glares could murder, Ruby is certain Leah has killed her a dozen times already. “You’ll pay for this!”

“I do apologize for interrupting your night with Hanamaru-chan, but-”

“Ha! I don’t really care, Kurosawa, but your friend’s stories are entertaining at least. Between a dreadful night with an eyesore, like you, she’s the better alternative.”

Frowning, Ruby tries to ignore the insult. “Stories?”

“Yup. She won’t stop talking about you and that girl… her girlfriend, I assume?” Leah rolls her eyes. “Like I said, rather than useless chatters, I do find her stories interesting.”

“I see… that’s why you asked her to the dance?”

“That’s right. She did Disarm me that time in the hallway. More impressive than you anyway.” Leah trails off, glancing between their connected hands and the fact that they’re swaying to the ballad. “... are we dancing?”

“Oh. I suppose we are-?” Truthfully, Ruby hasn’t realized that she’s taken the lead position with one arm loosely wrapped around Leah’s waist. She was too focused on getting the Durmstrang champion as far away from Yoshiko and Hanamaru as she could that the Pureblood etiquette ingrained in her soul must have automatically kicked in.

“This is ridiculous! Two champions dancing together?” Leah tries to back away but Ruby tightens her hold, worried that the former might storm back to her friends. “Hey, let me go! Do you have any idea how stupid we must look?!”

“I-I think we look okay, Kazuno-san. Um, in fact, I think you look quite nice.”

“What-? That’s not the point! We’re both donning the formal capes! No other pairs are like us!”

“That’s not true. Osaka-san is dancing with her senpai from Beauxbaton, and they’re both wearing dresses. Oh, Yoshiko-chan and Hanamaru-chan are in dresses too-”

“Have you even seen suits from Beauxbaton? And your friends are weird so they don’t count! Look at the rest of the room, everyone else is in suit-dress pair! Why is my logic not getting through your dumb brain?!”

Ruby dares to sneak a peek around, all the while making sure Leah doesn’t break free. Kanan and Mari had gone to Australia shortly after the First Task but managed to return here in time to attend the Ball. The married couple is putting on quite the performance at one corner of the Great Hall, along with a couple of alumni that Ruby recognized to have participated in the past dance competitions. Unlike two years ago though, Kanan is wearing a satin tux that shimmers in dark violet, while Mari is wearing a lovely turquoise cocktail dress.

Among the onlookers are Chika and You, who look ready to join the impromptu show judging by their excited grins. The Head Girl’s glossy suit must be handmade by her girlfriend, whose complementary mermaid dress gives her a mystic quality. Another quick glance to the unoccupied piano tells Ruby that Dia must have escorted Riko somewhere quiet, perhaps at the various food benches, but she isn’t given the chance to search further.

“Tch, you’re stronger than you looked-!”

The abrupt tug almost causes them to lose balance, but Ruby manages to use the momentum to twirl and dip Leah before returning to their previous position. Quiet applause indicates that there are people watching them and, judging by Leah’s frown, she definitely did not like that.

“I’m very close to giving the proverbial middle finger to the Yule Ball’s decorum and just leave this accursed dance floor.”

Ruby has no doubt Leah would go through with her threat, and a part of her is tired of having to put up with the hostile Durmstrang champion. However, the atmosphere around her is just so nostalgic that she doesn’t want anything to ruin this pleasant moment. Many things have changed since the Christmas Banquet two years ago, but Ruby is confident to say that they’re all mostly for the better.

Her friends are all here and, at the end of the day, they’re happy with their lives. Even Yoshiko and Hanamaru, Ruby believes with all her heart that they can sort through their issue together.

How about herself? She doesn’t know. She’s certainly come very far since the friendless scaredy-critter living a lonely life in the Kurosawa Estate. She’s content with the way things are already. There’s no need for more, just a bit of peace is more than enough for her.

“Let’s just have fun dancing, Kazuno-san. It’s the holidays, so we’re meant to relax. How about a truce, please?”

Maybe her calm tone is finally getting through to Leah, since she only sighs instead of struggling again. “... why do you have to stick to me anyway? Don’t you have a horde of merry friends to dance with?”

“They’re with their respective partners, and I really want Hanamaru-chan and Yoshiko-chan to make up. Things haven’t been going well with them-” Ruby stops herself, wondering if she’s revealing too much to someone who, technically, isn’t even her friend.

“Really? With the way Kunikida kept talking about her, I never would’ve imagined they had any problem at all,” Leah huffs, scrunching her nose in disgust. “And make up? More like make out.”

Ruby looks over her shoulder to see that her friends are indeed kissing. Although, unlike Leah’s exaggeration, Yoshiko and Hanamaru are simply sharing a chaste kiss. The exchange appears hesitant, but at least they’re both smiling at each other and that’s all that matters.

A warm sensation fills Ruby’s heart at that wonderful sight. Her steps become lighter and she really feels immersed in the calming movements of the music now. She has to blink rapidly to keep the tears at bay though, and she isn’t surprised to find Leah deadpanning at her.

“Seriously, are you crying? Hnff, you’re so weird.”

Perhaps the joy has emboldened her, for she blurts out an ongoing question before she could stop herself. “Why do you dislike me so much, Kazuno-san?”

Leah raises an eyebrow, as if not expecting her to be so direct. “I have my reasons, Kurosawa,” she says coolly, “Are we done yet? I’ve already put up with you long enough, not to mention I was unknowingly involved in your little circle’s drama.”

This is probably the longest and sort of civil interaction she’s ever had with the Durmstrang champion, so she doesn’t want to waste this chance. “The music is getting good! Besides, I’m enjoying dancing with you. You’re a good dancer.”

“Duh? Much better than you are. While we’re on this, why are you leading anyway? I’ll show you how it’s done.”

True to her words, Leah switches their position and smoothly demonstrates the movements, each and every step precise yet graceful. Their cloaks flutter slightly at each turn, adding to their dance as if they’re part of the routine.

“See that? Come on, match my steps, don’t be so clumsy.”

Sure, Leah is chuckling at her expense but it doesn’t feel as mocking as it was before. As the melody continues to play in the background, their discussion becomes more light-hearted the more they focus on various aspects of dancing and eventually about wandworks.

At one point, Leah even laughs at a joke she made.

Ruby decides that the Yule Ball and, by extension, the Tournament, aren’t so bad after all.

[lecontrevent]

If you are in London next friday, come and say hello at the exhibiton 30DayFreeTrial !  https://www.facebook.com/events/200215597249493/ collages made with Yoha Hito 

[recentanimenews]

The Day I Became a God – 12 (Fin) – The Easy Way Out

Up to this point, The Day I Became a God had told a compelling and reasonably plausible sci-fi tale about a child who was given a new lease on life (i.e. “became a god”) thanks to bleeding-edge technology, only to have that tech stripped away when the ramifications of its wider use were considered too constructive.

That decision was made by the highest world powers who had to that point played no role in the narrative, and play no role afterwards. Thanks to Suzuki Hiroto’s hacking, Youta is able to find the Hina who is no longer a god and even gain entry to her care facility.

Youta put the consequences of his fraud out of his mind because he held out hope one more miracle would occur: Hina would not only remember him and their happy summer together with his friends and family, but make the decision to return home with him.

Rather than accept the new normal and move forward, Youta insisted on getting everything back to the way it was—on moving backward. And while I certainly sympathized with, and may even have acted as he did in his position, in the end he was wrong, and misguided. Just being in that facility under false pretenses marked him as a criminal.

Throughout the sanitarium part of the series, Shiba had been painted as Youta’s adversary; his rival for the deciding of Hina’s future. It was even implied Shiba had a personal stake in remaining in the here-and-now Hina’s care, which is considerable and not to be undertaken lightly. This week she confronts him about his fraud, but rather than expel him immediately from the facility and turn him over to the police, she gives him One More Day.

The show had me until then, then lost me as soon as that decision was made. I understand this is a fictional show that makes choices out of dramatic license, but for someone who claims to be so committed to Hina’s health and safety, Shiba’s “small kindness” to Youta is as baffling as it is reckless.

Sure, we may know Youta means no harm, but have neither the training or experience to know the extent of how much he may harm her nonetheless. Shiba does, and rather than immediately remove a potential agent of further harm, she lets him not only linger, but take Hina away.

Youta is depicted as being at his lowest point as he’s roughly escorted out of the facility to a waiting car. That should be it, but Shiba takes Hina out into the freezing cold to allow for an extended goodbye, during which it dawns on Youta why Hina kept discarding the card with the drawing of him. The real him was already there, unlike the others, so his card wasn’t needed.

With the real Youta now about to be “missing” Hina verbally protests, repeating how she “loves Yoha[sic]”, jumping out of Shiba’s arms, steadying herself, then walking barefoot into his waiting arms. Finally, Youta has evidence that her memories aren’t gone. She remembers him and his family and friends. The Hina he knew is still “in there”, merely in a more frail body with a smaller vocabulary.

And hey, that’s great! It really is! But Hina remembering Youta, and even declaring she loves him, doesn’t mean he can immediately take her back home like nothing happened! Shiba was preparing to take Hina to a better facility overseas, implying that the current facility, clearly no slouch itself, wasn’t quite up to spec in terms of being the best place for Hina’s continued care and development.

Youta’s house may be a loving home, but I have to question whether Youta and his parents truly have her best interests at heart. None of them have caregiver training for special needs children. Worse, Youta returns home immediately, and it’s clear his house hasn’t been modified for caregiving.

If there were plans for Shiba to take Hina abroad, why would she simply give up guardianship and custody to someone she knew was a high school student pretending to be a pediatric researcher? At the very least, Shiba would move into Youta’s house to help with Hina. I’m sorry, but none of these events make any logical sense if you push past the emotional manipulation and think about any of it for one second.

Instead, things carry on as if Hina had simply been kidnapped and returned safe and sound. Youta figures out that the things she did as “Odin”—playing basketball, eating ramen, making a film, etc.—were things the pre-chip Hina wanted to do but couldn’t due to her Logos Syndrome. But then why did pre-chip Hina want to revitalize a restaurant…or get Youta laid by a mahjongg otaku??

Youta decides that Hina always was a god, and even remains one, and credits her with helping him decide his path in life: he’ll go to college to become the foremost researcher on her condition. Wonderful sentiments, but the fact of the matter is he is woefully ill-equipped to help her now.

While he’s plugging away at the books (pre-med is no joke), Hina will need 24-hour care. Assuming he’ll leave that to his parents, will they get the training they need? Again, the fact Shiba simply vanishes without a trace is maddening.

Sora finally finishes her movie, which turns out to be a reflection of Youta and Hina’s arc: a guy rescuing a girl the world needed sacrifice in order to save it. The film sidesteps what effect the actual end of the world would have on their happiness; I guess they’d just enjoy their lives together until the oxygen ran out, because that’s better than being apart and the world going on?

The film is followed by the making-of segments, during which Hina sits down and gets real about her time on the earth with Youta & company. She likens the memories she’s made with them to be a chest full of dazzling jewels she’ll treasure for all of her days—even if “the world should end.”

You’d be forgiven for tearing up during this scene, as with other touching scenes designed to invoke tears. Youta and the others were tearing up. Heck, I teared up too! But once the tears dried, I was simply frustrated to the point of indignation.

This was a show that had all the resources to deliver a realistic ending, in which the acceptance of the loss and change in Youta’s life would spur his own growth and change, bolstering the change God-Hina had already caused. The previous two episodes paved the way for that kind of ending. It would have been difficult, and sad, but it would have felt genuine.

Instead, the show took the easy way out and gave Youta everything he wanted in a painfully artificial happy ending that shredded all previous nuance or appeals to realism. There are no apparent consequences for the fraud he committed, nor for removing Hina from a highly-controlled care facility and dropping her into the chaos of his family and friends.

Youta claims to now know the path he wants to walk, but reached that epiphany only after being unjustly rewarded for his missteps and ignorance. He learned that if he was stubborn and passionate enough, all obstacles would fold and he’d get his way…and they did. Finally, the less said about any romantic undertones to his bond with Hina, the better. I wish this ending didn’t leave such a bitter taste in my mouth, but here we are.

By: magicalchurlsukui

[sukutomo]

@schoolidolu Ahhhhhhh! I really wasn’t expecting this so it was a really nice surprise thank you so much!!! I had a lot of fun and hope there’s more events like it in the future! (Forgive my awful lighting) http://pic.twitter.com/jw3HKRoGAi

— Yoha (@waifuexpert) December 29, 2017

[qicherie]

Crenshaw yoga and dance crew at the health & wellness funfest! Taught some tai chi at the event! Great people and great music! #crenshawyogaanddance #yoha #taichi #qigong #healthandwellness #mindbodyspirit https://www.instagram.com/p/B0J5uBfnCrm/?igshid=1bj0pjvgasq0c

[eenefangirlanalysis]

And here is one of my favorite Nazz moments of all time.

“Check this out, Sarah!”

Before I go on, Nazz only addresses Sarah, and not Jimmy who is present. I believe the reason is  although Jimmy hangs out with she and Sarah, Nazz doesn’t know him well enough. They never develop a close bond over time. They’re still friends however. Nazz always defends Jimmy.

“WOO HOO! YEAH!”

Awesome animation.

The animators must have had a great time drawing each frame of this amazing leap. They animated each drawing so carefully. It’s not often where animators got to work with Nazz like this. She’s always the character who is present and smiling in the background.

“AWESOME!”

High Heeled Ed gave me a whole new perspective on Nazz. She likes to takes risks. She’s adventurous. Nazz is willing to challenge herself even if the ending result may hurt. 

Throughout our discussions this month many of you have observed how Nazz is passionate about physical exercise. Nazz is energetic when performing aerobics, yoga, dancing, or gymnastics. I like the head canon where she could become a gym teacher or yoha instructor. These activities make her feel good.

Remember how Nazz got everyone together for a day of gymnastics? The kids were all enthusiastic about her event even if they weren’t good at it. Nazz likes to encourage and make them try something different.

This somersault through the air is never seen again. I wonder what it would have been like if she could have somersaulted when she chucked Kevin's bike into the swamp. The movie brought back callbacks, so why not bring that trait back when they were starting to advance on her character.

I have been given a much newer and different perspective on Nazz this month. She didn’t get the screen time that she rightfully deserved, but she is a special character full of secrets. It’s fun analyzing Nazz’s character. We realize how many hidden traits she has.

[armani-xchange]

Why Does It Have To Be So Complicated

Armani Torelli

Tank: Xenials - Rebel Tank (@Hipster Men’s Event)

Armbands: Xenials - Xen Sports Armbands

Pants: -BTRYL- - Stacked Joggers

Beanie: -BTRYL- - Wool Beanie

Shoes: FLI. - Floubitan (@MOM)

Other Notable Items

Scene: Yoha Blackz - Backdrop Urban Skateboard (@D23)

[the-dragon-has-awoken]

Sayonara Koibito, Mata Kite Tomodachi by Yoha

That person just wanted to see ... could it be that there shall be love? Kanae, a student was transferred to a quiet country town. The moment they saw Kanae whole class thought of wanting violarlo.Eso is due to a peculiar condition that has Kanae, being an impossible temptation to ignore. Ougi, being the leader of the class, also has the intention to do so and begins his plan. No matter what you think Kanae, it attracts their environment and protecting Ougi follows, but in the end, there was an act of violation of Kanae by a classmate. Lust, love, friendship, jealousy ... crossings each other's opinions are the events that are drawn in this youth BL.

Genre :  Mature, School Life, Yaoi

[lovingherrscher]

To the anon I accidentally private answer your request without finishing 😭😭 prompt 7 & 38 with Dazai!

Warning: uses of drugs, non-con, dub-con, slight nsfw, lovesick!Dazai, this is NOT a healthy relationship.

“You’re weak. You need me.”

His voice came out a mere whisper as his fingers trail your fragile body.

Dazai has a habit of saving what's best till last, be it the strawberry on the shortcake you occasionally brought him, or the quail egg in the meat bun you two share on a trip down Chinatown. Even you. He knows that patience is a virtue, but he can't help himself when it comes to you. Just the sight of you is enough to make the brunette lost his composure, he wants you to be his and only his.

To him, you look utterly gorgeous, the way you waltz in the agency, the way you greet other members with that soft, angelic voice of yours. Love is blind, and that leaves no exceptions, not even Dazai can escape it. And of course he knew that. He had seen not one, but many who gone mad for love, and his only miscalculation was that he thought he could escape Cupid's arrow.

Alas, the last straw breaks the camel's back was when he saw you talking in such a casual way with a man he never met. He knew he must not let his old mafia self to have a grasp of him, yet here he is right now, standing right in front of him, staring at the void in Dazai's heart.

"You and I both know that we will eventually lost what we never want to lose. So why not act now before it's too late? Or is it that you prefer to see her cold, dead body in your arms, or maybe you prefer to see the fair lady in someone else's arms?"

No. Dazai wants you. He wants you to be his, and his only. Tightened the grip on his palm, he decided to let the demon prodigy, the former mafia executive takes place just this once.

You wake up to a familiar ceiling. It was Dazai's to be precise. You had seen this far too many, be it the countless times when you come over and cook for the detective to make sure he eats properly, or when you brought him some sweets you claimed to had 'accidentally bought too much' just to check on Dazai and his drinking habit, or those sleepless intimate nights when you two were moaning each other's names.

Dazai's fingers never stopped even once, by now they had already trailing up your thighs to your slick cunt, ready to dip themselves in your heat once more. He knew that you're awake, and yet the idea of stopping never once crossed his mind. His eyes cast over you, the way don't shine like how they used to sent chills down your spine, and the only thing you remember before falling into the hell of pleasure was his fingers making their way in your aroused heat and his soothing words sounds like a lullaby yet the same time sounds like calls from the abyss,

“I’ll make you feel so good you won’t even be able to think about anyone else.”

[lovingherrscher]

Something, everything is wrong.

Sypnosis: "I had a sickening dream. A dream where you were dead."

Notes: This was based on my thoughts about what would things be after BEAST!Dazai's death. A little angst won't hurt anyone, no? *wink*

You stood before your lover's grave. Except for you, no one seems to be around. He left with no regrets, as if you weren't there. No one would grief over his dead, a silent dead.

Maybe there was someone who cried for days, who refuse to function properly, who would gone right after his dead. Maybe.

One who seems to be the grave keeper stood next to you,

"Such poor guy. Neither his family or his friends showed up at the funeral. He shall remains in no one's memories I suppose..."

But... You were there, right? There was no doubt that you were his significant other, and he was yours. Then... Why did it sounds like you weren't present at his funeral? You should be the first one to know about his death, right?

You look around in hope that there would be a grave with your name lies next to his. Yet nothing was in sight. So you were the one who stays. That moment when you collapsed due to the shocking fact was when you realize it was all just a dream. You look to the side, he wasn't there. It couldn't be?!

You rushed out of the bed, down the stairs, searching for him all over your shared apartment in fear that he might have gone alone.

Your fear did not died down even when you saw him in the kitchen, not even when you were hugging him so hard, it's like the moment you let go of him, he would disappeared into thin air.

You were afraid of losing him. Afraid of losing your beloved Dazai.

He was confused at first, but then he wrapped his bandaged arms around you, returning the hug. He could felt your body was shaking, and Dazai did not like this at all, so he hugs you tighter, as if saying 'I'll protect you.'

You could only manage to explain briefly before you bursted into tears in his arms.

"I... I had a sickening dream. A dream where you were dead."

Ah. So that what it is. He had a glimpse that you were having a nightmare, but never did he think that it was about his death.

Dazai had countless suicide attempts in the past, and it has been like that till he met you. His suicidal thoughts did not dies down, much like your fear, but he refrain himself from attempting it. He has you by his side now. Of course, you both fear that it's just a matter of time, so the two of you had made a vow.

"As long as one is alive, the other shall not die. If one is gone, so will the other. Be it together or not."

You cried so hard that your voice went hoarse, your throat feels like it's burning and your eyes are swollen red. It was as if you were trying to cry until your tears went dry.

It took you a long, long while to finally calm down and talk to him. From intertwining your hands with his to gently snuggle against his chest, you just wanted to feel Dazai's presence, so you can be sure that he really is here, in flesh, and not some kind of illusion.

"It... It felt real, Osamu. I..."

You tumbled with your words, it seems that you haven't fully recovered from the impact that dream gave you. After all, who wouldn't be like that after seeing the death of their beloved ones?

He frowns before pulling you into a tight hug. His warmth calms you down.

"It's alright, (y/n). It's just a nightmare. I've told you that I'll always be with you, right?"

They said that 'Till death do us part.'

But in this case, it's 'Even death won't do us part.'

You and Dazai were two souls, shattered to pieces by life. You two pick up those broken pieces and put them back for the other, and then you took their hands, you carry each other's burden, and be the light guides the other through this cruel world.

Dazai ignores your protests, he picked you up, bridal style and carry you back to your shared bedroom. He lies down with you, pulls you into a hug and finally place a kiss on your forehead. He has always been so gentle with you, as if you were a fragile doll made out of glass.

You snuggle against his chest once more and took a deep breath. Dazai smells of bandages and coffee. It can't be helped, after all, you were the one who told him to replace his sake with coffee. It's your way to refrain him from drinking too much alcohol.

"If you want to drink that badly then why don't you try a cup of coffee instead?"

Of course, Dazai has nothing against it. After all, your freshly made coffee smells and taste better than the spicy, bitter sake.

"...Osamu?"

"Yes, dear?"

"If you want to go, can I tag along then?"

"Of course. But what if I went to hell?"

"I'd go with you all the way down there."

Dazai smiles. He kisses you again, this time it was on the lips. Outside, the moon shines upon your rings.

"Sweet dreams, my love. I'll always be with you."

[sukutomo]

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— LoveLive! Sukutomo 友 (@schoolidolu) September 15, 2017