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prcmctheus · 6 years

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beep beep y’all ur resident dumpster dweller kay here in action and ready 2 introduce u all to my Fave Boy misha who uhHHhh p much has rbf and a Thicc ukrainian accent. will this contain anything of substance other than immense rambling ?? whO KNOWS but we’ll go on this journey together but feel free to drop a like if u wanna plot and i’ll pop over to ur dm’s !!

potential triggers: death + mob activity

! ✰ ° — [ CHRIS PINE, CISMALE, HE/HIM ] mykhailo “misha” chernenko, aka agent prometheus is a thirty-five year old tactical agent that has been loyal to mercy twelve years. during that time they were injected with the gamma serum and earned regenerative healing they have a reputation of being the sagacious because they can be pragmatic & diligent. but let’s not forget they’re pretty acerbic & reticent. if you listen closely you can hear another one bites the dust by queen whenever they walk past.

okie to start off ya boy was brought into the world as михайло оландрович черненко ( aka mykhailo oleksandrovych chernenko ) but typically goes by the nickname of misha bc it’s easier and was born in kharkiv, ukraine ,,, he is a proud ukrainian and v much dislikes being deemed a russian ,, don’t do him dirty y’all . . it’s a struggle and one he will never forget n have u on his shit list ,, especially since his accent is still Thicc so any jokes will get u a side eye

his father oleksandr had strong nationalistic views , especially so when ukraine was still under soviet control and following the death of his first wife yulia ( they were visiting her family in moscow when she was caught in the crossfire of russian mob activity on her way home from the store and ultimately died from gunshot wounds ) he became heavily involved anti-russia groups back in ukraine

in 1983 when misha was born, he uHHhhHHhh wasn’t really wanted per say ?? like ,, his dad was hooking up with his mother kateryna and it was a surprise to them both that kateryna was pregnant ?? so oleksandr did the noble thing ( arguable bc he ain’t so noble ) and put a ring on her ,, mainly bc it was expected and kateryna gave him hell so u go kateryna

misha’s childhood wasn’t the best considering his parents argued more than they got along and kateryna really despised her husband from his life of crime ?? definitely didn’t agree with his ties to the ukrainian mob bc of the threat it brought to the family and especially the dirty money so she often put her sewing skills to use and made little of her own money ,, then wOP ,, four years down the line kateryna surprises oleksandr with the fact that she’s pregnant again but this time it ends up being a daughter that they name nadezhda but call nadia

it was an odd thing for misha bc for as harsh and distant as his father was to him, he had put him on this pedestal with a strong sense of idealism of what his father was like if he managed to do something to make him proud ,, despite not fully knowing in depth what his father did in the mob ( aka not good things like murder, drug trafficking and human trafficking ) so essentially that became misha’s goal in his v young life ,, he mimicked his father’s anti-russian views and showed interest in what he did for a living ,, rip 2 misha’s mom bc she nearly had a heart attack when she heard her son acting like everything she didn't want him to end up being

but with kateryna’s dismay came the affection from his father that misha had so desperately wanted and it became some weird take ur child to work day thing ,, this started when misha was around 6 years old and lasted up until he was 13 ( for reasons i’ll get into soon jndsjksd ) where oleksandr would often bring misha after school or even take him our during school ,, as some weird initiation thing of another generation of chernenko dedicating themselves to the cause of ukrainian independence

misha himself is an intelligent boy with a quick witted mind and ability to retain information and was quick to pick up on the russian language around him in kharkiv as well english ,, generally v good at learning languages and i just !!! get a lil emo thinking about the life misha could have had bc of his smarts if he didn’t get himself involved in this spy shit

his father finds it useful to start teaching misha how to properly fight bc #fambonding am i rite ,, also bc oleksandr is a shite dad who was gonna bring misha along to some attack they were planning near the russian border from tensions between the ukrainian mob n the russian mob that was starting to infiltrate in ,, just dudes being dudes n getting territorial

let’s pray 4 kateryna when she finds out bc it’s when misha is 13 and tags along with his father to this smackdown which ?? ukraine is independent at this point by 5 years so oleksandr is trash n still chilling with the mob and when shit hits the fan and long story short, oleksandr ( along with many others ) gets killed, misha ends up severely hurt and it’s not a good time ,, but things shift bc when misha comes to he’s in a hospital bed and o shIT ,, he’s chilling with the security service of ukraine which deals with counterintelligence activity and terrorism

chilling ain’t really the term but yA KNOW ,, turns out they’ve been keeping eyes on the mob movements and misha attracted the attention of ukrainian intelligence “offered” him a role as a spy with the promise of training and serving his country proudly ,, u know ,, offered is in quotes bc hoe didn’t really have a choice but it wasn’t a hard choice bc misha was eager to help out his homeland

he didn’t officially go out into the field until he was 17 bc of extensive training in combat and espionage to help defend the still young foundation of the ukrainian government especially since it was rocky from the poor economic conditions ,, and after proving both his worth and abilities in several missions, he was activated as a sleeper agent in the russian government to get a hold of information regarding russian intelligence ,, more importantly such impacting ukraine

ya boy excelled in his position, given it wasn’t the most exciting bc it involved a lot of blending in and upholding this russian persona ,, gone was mykhailo chernenko for those three years up until he was 23 since he went by the alias of konstantin vasiliev ,, and he did well !! as someone who excelled in linguistics, his was v fluent in the russian language with a believable accent to match ( one of his best qualities in his ability to take on accents easily and rn he’s fluent in french, german, italian and spanish outside of his ukrainian, russian, and english )

things went well for the three years acting as a secretary for a high ranking russian government official and uh,, u know it helped that misha was attractive and knew how to use it to his advantage and successfully infiltrated into classified information since his superior viewed misha as just a pretty face with minimal understanding of how politics worked ,, meanwhile he was the one who spilled shit during sex so who was the real weenie

due to unfortunate events, misha’s cover was blown and barely made it out of russia alive and it was around his 23rd/24th that mercy got into contact with him and for as much as misha loved his country, he figured for his own safety it would be best to leave the area since lowkey the russian government still had it out for him ,, so he joined the mercy division as a field agent and AGENT PROMETHEUS was born ,, a couple of years into it he was convicted into taking the gamma serum which gave him regenerative healing which helps out v much when he gets shot at or generally hurt

so yeah p much ya boy has been chilling at mercy as a field agent for eleven years and generally enjoying his time here given things can’t ever really get normal as a spy ,, but it was last year that bc of numerous influences, misha decided to accept the offer of joining the tactical agents and retire his days as a field agent.

personality wise ,, misha is v devoted to his job and does this hoe ever genuinely laugh or smile ?? who knows ,, i think there’s a rumor somewhere that he’s actually a robot. def gives into the slavic stereotype where ukrainian’s never smile ,, not to mention his father ingrained into him the ukrainian saying of Сміх без причини є ознакою тупості aka “laughter without a reason is a sign of stupidity” soooOOoo he’s just a bit stoic and has resting bitch face

doesn’t really realize he’s v blunt and forthright in his speak so he can come off as an asshole ( which 67% of the time he doesn’t mean ) ,, has the patience of a saint but if u push hard enough he’ll crack ,, a bit dry on the humor but can def be an asshole when he wants to. doesn’t trust a lot of ppl and it’s hard to earn his trust ,, word the only major ppl he’s trusted was a) his dad b) the security service of ukraine and c) now mercy so kudos on getting on his good side

has no contact whatsoever with his mother kateryna or his sister nadia ,, partially bc couldn’t keep up for security n safety reasons but also bc misha is p much dead to kateryna after following his father’s footsteps, getting involved in the whole mess of ukrainian / russian political n governmental affairs and also dropping his v tiny attempt of college before becoming a sleeper agent for ukraine ,, so ya boy is on his own so u can expect wALLS around him ,, bc u know ,, he don’t do emotional vulnerability or relationships

#mhq.intro #if all goes well and i am .. not dumb fjdnsj then this posts while im out to dinner #luv me and my goblin son

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riven-hook · 3 years

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Pizza - Harry Hookxfem!

"And try and find something good this time" my dad called, from inside the shop. I groaned and rolled my eyes at the fact that my father wanted his 7 year old daughter to find some gold on this dump of and island. Oh, hi! I'm Y/n, daughter of Dr. Faciler but you may know him as The Shadow Man. My dad has never really cared about me, well about the same amount as any villain has cared about their kid. He had been frustrated with me this morning because I only managed to steal a bracelet off of Hettie, Queen of Hearts' daughter so he had sent me out again to find something that could be useful.

After a few minutes of walking and not being able to find anything, I decided to walk into the south side of the island, I had never been on this side of the isle before because I was warned by my sister, Freddie about it but I knew my dad would be furious if I didn't find anything. I slinked around the corner of Ursula's Fish and Chip Shop and spotted something shining on a metal barrel. I walked closer to it, eyeing the object, eventually realising that it was Captain Hook's priceless Hook. I smirked evilly and reached out to grab it when a hand landed on top of mine, squeezing it and cutting off my blood circulation.

Quickly, I removed my hands and held it to my chest, looking at the figure, holding onto the hook. "Sorry luv, but that belongs to meh" a thick Scottish accent said. Before I knew it a boy around the same age as me, came into the light, showing his face. He had dark brown hair, covering his forehead and down to his ocean blue eyes. He picked the hook up and held it in his hand. It was slightly big on him but he held onto it tightly. "Sorry, I didn't realise" I said, shaking my head in embarrassment. "Yer not from around her are ye?" He asked, leaning against the wall behind him.

"How could you tell?" I asked. "Well, not many people would willingly and bravely pick up meh hook" he said, smirking. I nodded my head and looked at the hook. "Son of Hook, I presume?" I asked. "Harry, Harry Hook" he said, holding his hand out for me to shake. "And ye are?" He asked, raising and eyebrow. "Y/n Faciler" I said, shaking his hand.

That was 10 years ago..

I was sat in my room with Uma and Gil, writing in my diary when there was a knock at the door. I walked up to the door and stood by it. "Who is it?" I called. "Pizza delivery!" The Scottish pirate joked. I scoffed, laughing under my breath and opened the door, revealing Harry who was holding a pizza box in his hands. "One pepperoni pizza for a fine lookin' lass" he flirted, taking his hat off and bowing to me. "Why thank you, good sir" I joked, taking the pizza from him and letting him inside. "Hey Harry" Uma and Gil said in sync. "Hiya" he said, waving.

He put the pizza down on my table and plonked down onto the bed as I sat next to him. We all reached for the pizza, taking a slice from it and were about to put it in our mouth when I asked a question. "Wait! Where did you find this?" I asked Harry, knowing him, it was probably from the bottom of the ocean. He smirked and quirked and eyebrow at me. "Ye don't trust meh?" He asked, sounding offended. "Nope" I joked, shaking my head. He gasped and shook his head in disbelief. "Anyway, I found it in an alleyway, next to Goblin Bog" he said, doubling over with laughter as Gil spat the pizza out of his mouth and ran to the sink to wash his mouth out.

"Rule #1, never trust pizza that came from Harry" Uma said, pushing the pizza box away from us making us all laugh. "Ooh, we should get going" she said, looking down at the watch she had stolen from Madame Mim. "Where are you guys going?" I asked. "My mom is letting me run the shop!" She squealed in excitement. "Congratulations!" I said, standing up to hug her. "Harry, you coming?" She asked as she put on her jacket and opened the door. "I'll be down la'er" he said, waving them off. They nodded and walked out the door.

"So... did you ask her?" I asked Harry, jumping onto the bed, resting my shin on my hands. "Ask who what?" He asked, giving me a confused expression. "Shut up! I heard you talking to Uma about a girl you liked" I said, giving him a goofy smile. His face went bright red as he covered it with a pillow. "Come on Har, you can tell me or at least describe her to me" I whined, taking the pillow from him and chucking it on the floor. I wasn't going to lie, when I first heard Harry talking about a girl he liked, it hurt, I had p, had a crush on him for 5 years now but I'm his best friend so it wouldn't work. So I decided to be happy for my best friend.

"Fine, I'll describe her" he said, rolling his eyes as I laughed in victory. "She had h/l h/c hair, beautiful e/c eyes, glowing s/c and the most incredible voice I have ever heard" he said, smiling at me. "Aww, Harry's got a crush" I said, cooing at him. He frowned at me before throwing a pillow at me. "She is extremely annoying though" he finished. "Then why do you like her?" I asked him, returning the frown he had given me not so long ago.

"Because she is the most incredible girl I have ever met" she said in awe. I gulped down and put on a smile for my best friend. "I need a name.." I said, looking him in the eye. "Okay, her name is Y/n Faciler" he said, smirking at me. I took a minute to realise what he had said before my jaw dropped wide. "Wha- me?" I asked, in complete shock. He nodded his head as a smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "I like you too, Harry Hook" I said, before pouncing into his arms and pressing my lips against his.

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the-angst-chronicles-fanworks · 3 years

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DRACO’S WISH [PT 3/14]

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WORD COUNT: 3985

PAIRING: Drarry

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hidden identity

Down and Out Draco Malfoy

Pretty Draco Malfoy

Talented Draco Malfoy

Auror Harry Potter

Smitten Harry Potter

Harry Potter Being an Asshole (just for a while)

Angst

Fluff

Angst with a Happy Ending

Falling In Love

Torture

Skipping Meals/Hunger

Cold Weather

Libraries

Hot Chocolate

SUMMARY: Draco does a good deed and is granted a wish - 12 days of anonymity in a world that hates him CHAPTER SUMMARY: Draco exercises his new found freedom a little

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STORY:

December 10th , 2007

Draco wakes to the morning sun streaming through his useless curtains and throwing bright spots across his face. He curses thoroughly but, as that does nothing to dissuade it, fumbles his way to a sitting position and opens his eyes to find himself fully clothed on his bed. He’s not under the covers either, so he assumes that he’d exhausted himself with heating charms the night prior and passed out without meaning to.

He sits up with a groan, the beginnings of an exhaustion headache drumming lightly at his temples. A moment bemoaning his lack of tea, before he drags himself over to the sink and pours himself a glass of water.

It’s ice cold, and Draco shudders as he sets the glass back down. His stomach chooses that moment to emit a sharp pang of hunger, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten the day before. His kitchen remains frustratingly devoid of food, though, which means he’ll have to make a grocery run.

Draco likes grocery runs, all things considered – it’s something to do other than wasting away in his apartment, and the store will be heated at least. That thought puts him in a pleasant mood as he takes the few steps across the room to the crate at his bedside, where he picks up his money sack and fishes out the measly remainder of his food budget for this period. Just four Sickles. With a dejected sigh, he drops them into the pocket of his coat, where they clink against something.

Confused, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out considerably more coin than he’s just put in. It takes a moment for it to click, but then the events of yesterday come rushing back.

Draco nearly drops the money in his haste to turn and take another look at the crate – and yes, there are the two extinguishers, fresh from Ugbert’s. Merlin, all that wish-magic babble hadn’t been a dream! It is almost unbelievable, but Draco can’t deny what’s right in front of him.

Taking a shaky breath, he pockets his money again and steps out into the hallway. It’s just past eight in the morning, and he can hear people moving around their apartments through the thin walls. Next-door is still muffled behind the Imperturbable Charm.

The mail room is empty when he enters it. It’s a little room, barely large enough for two people to stand in, and luckily the owl is in. Draco retrieves a parchment form from the fourth bin – a Gringotts currency exchange form – and jots in his name and the amount of money requested. He folds it into an envelope with his coins; normally one would just fill in the form and have the money taken from their Gringotts account, but Draco no longer keeps one. Neither his job nor his housing is on record and are thus paid in Sickles and Galleons, of which he has little to spare. He probably can’t even afford the cost of maintaining an account.

He smooths over the envelope, frowning at the thought. How his father must be turning in his grave to see Draco now – his only son, the heir to the proud Malfoy family. Draco snorts and shakes his head, sealing the envelope and tying it to the owl’s leg. That’s old news. There is no use dwelling in the past.

He drops a Knut into the pouch on the owl’s other leg. “Gringotts, Department of Exchanges please,” he instructs. The owl hoots a soft affirmative, allowing him to gently stroke its head, before it takes off through the open window. Draco smiles wanly. He likes this owl. It’s one of the few living things around that doesn’t look at him like dung underfoot.

Gringotts will take some time – either the goblins dislike him, or else they are simply very busy, he has no way to know – so he returns to his room and strips off his clothes. Shivering against the cold air, he quickly starts up a shower and steps into the hot water with a grateful sigh. He cleans himself quickly, and then, after a moment’s consideration, lathers soap through his hair. His younger self would surely have died at the very idea, and Draco inanely mourns the silky perfection his hair used to be. He shakes himself of the sentiment and dries off roughly with his scratchy towel before dressing in yesterday’s clothes. Another nail for the coffin of his past life.

It’s still cold, and his wet hair makes him even colder, but he has two extinguishers and he’s feeling optimistic, so he tentatively holds his hand to his head and concentrates. The Hot Air Charm is never strong when he manages to cast it, but it’s not as though he wants to blast steaming hot air directly at his head anyhow. Still, he’s more worried trying to dry his hair like this than he is trying to warm his apartment – if his magic escapes his control, he’s at risk of setting his own hair on fire. Just another reason to hate this season as far as he’s concerned. Draco isn’t about to go through the whole of winter without washing his hair, however – even he has limits. So, he risks self-combusting every now and again.

His magic reacts well today, leaping to his command. It tries to expand out of his control, but he clamps down on it firmly and directs it in a warm stream that heats his face and ruffles the fine strands of his hair.

He emerges from his bathroom just as a knocking sounds from his little window. Draco looks over to see a Gringotts owl hovering outside, a little pouch tied to its leg. He hurries over, not wanting the poor creature out in the cold for longer than necessary, and struggles to prise the sticky window open.

The owl swoops in immediately, offering him its leg while darting looks around his shabby little apartment. “Sorry, I don’t have any treats for you,” Draco apologizes as he unties the satchel. The owl hoots disapprovingly, but thankfully it’s too well-trained to peck at him. Raptor beaks are sharp, and he doesn’t fancy having bloodied fingers.

The owl turns its back on him as soon as he has the pouch, flaring its wings and tail in a dramatic display of disdain, that Draco amusedly appreciates, before it flies out the window. He wrestles it shut again, shivering slightly from the cold wind.

Peering into the bag reveals the familiar shape of Muggle paper and coins, and a little card on which the goblins will have written a summary of the exchange. The goblins have yet to miscalculate the exchange, but Draco can’t find it in himself to trust anyone these days so he tugs out the little card and the money, counting to ensure that it’s correct.

Satisfied, he tosses the card into his little bin and tucks the money back into the pouch, pocketing the lot before heading out of the rundown apartment complex. He stops on the street just outside, taking a deep breath before deliberately lowering his hood. He waits there a moment, tensed, but nobody pays him any mind.

Draco is so giddy at the realisation that he laughs out loud. He does attract a few suspicious looks then, but he can’t bring himself to be bothered by it. For the first time in years, he can walk down the street without fear.

He’s so thrilled that he doesn’t pull his hood back up, even as the wind batters his face and chills his ears, all the way down Knockturn to the dead-end wall that takes him to Muggle London. He practically down the familiar street to the little corner shop.

Draco likes this shop. It’s warm, and nobody looks at him askance here so long as he actually buys something. Even the strange buzzing that always seemed to accompany Muggle lights and the humming from the iceboxes brings a strange comfort.

He makes his way to a familiar isle, picking out a loaf of bread from the many available. Then he turns and surveys the store, pondering what he should spend the extra bit of money he’d left Ugbert’s with yesterday on. It’s not a lot more money, but it’s enough for him to pick up a small square of cheese that he can use for sandwiches and, on a whim, a packet of those flavoured noodles that can be boiled.

He carries the items up to the counter, where a bored-looking teenager grunts “Hi there,” at him. It’s barely anything, but it’s neither aggressive nor flirtatious and Draco craves these small moments of human interaction.

“Hello,” he replies. He maybe sounds a bit too eager to talk to her, because the girl gives him a strange look as she takes his items and begins ringing them up. Draco doesn’t say any more, just watches curiously as she enters his purchases into her glowing till. From somewhere up in the ceiling, a wireless plays a Muggle tune that he doesn’t recognize.

“What do I care if icicles form,” croons a male voice, “I’ve got my love to keep me warm.” It tugs a bit at Draco’s mood. He hates winter, and he hates Christmas.

The girl must catch his frown, as she rolls her eyes and shares a conspiratorial look with him. “Christmas music is the worst right?” She asks. Draco shrugs.

“Christmas is the worst,” he replies.

She glances up at him, a smile twitching at her lips. “Don’t like your in-laws?” She asks. Draco couldn’t think of anything further from the truth, but he somehow doesn’t want to explain quite how pathetic he is to this girl.

“Something like that,” he says instead.

“Ooh, mysterious,” the girl laughs, leaning against the counter. “That’ll be £2.27”. Draco counts out the amount painfully slowly, still not fully used to Muggle currency, while the shopkeep watches with a raised eyebrow. He hands over his money to her, only leaving one coin behind, and she returns another three with a flash of a smile and a “Thanks luv.”

“Have a good day,” he wishes her. She returns the sentiment and Draco heads out back into the rundown Muggle street with the noisy, flimsy Muggle sack hanging from his arm.

He makes his way all the way back to his apartment with his hood still down and the watery winter sunlight lighting his bright hair like a beacon, and nobody says anything to him at all. Once back in his apartment, he draws open the curtain and allows the sun to fall across his bed unimpeded.

Hunger is urging his stomach into revolt by now, so he quickly fixes himself a plain cheese sandwich and sits in his lone chair to eat it. It’s not a lot, but it sates the worst of the pangs in his stomach and he’s not about to use up more food than he needs to.

Finished eating, Draco sits back and contemplates what to do with his evening. He really doesn’t have much to occupy his time in this apartment and, if it weren’t for the terrible cold, it would be the boredom that irritated him most about having time off work. At least at the shop, he has Forsythe’s potion books to keep him occupied in the odd occasion that he runs out of things to do.

In the summer, he sometimes uses his limited spare time to get a wank off, but he can never quite manage to get into the mood when it’s so cold. He’d love to though. Merlin knew how long it had been since he’d gotten off. Maybe with a heating charm…

Draco goes through the familiar motions of wandlessly casting – closing his eyes, focusing, reaching for his magic. But it slips out of his grasp, and the magic fizzles out with his incantation, lost to the cool air of the room. Frowning, he tries a couple more times, but it doesn’t produce even a spark of warmth.

He lets out a disgruntled groan. His magic is restless at the moment, likely a result of having spent too much time around the elektrisity that Muggles used to power their lights. It tends to work magic up, and vice versa.

It’s not much of a problem in small doses, except for when Draco is trying to perform wandless magic untrained and every minor change in his magic is magnified to the extreme. He doesn’t know how to wrangle his magic when it’s like this, which means he has to sit here in the cold until it calms somewhat.

Disheartened, Draco bundles himself as much as he can in his ragged little blanket and climbs into bed. It doesn’t provide much warmth, and he sits there miserably as the shivers keep coming.

He looks longingly at his little noodle packet, wishing he could boil it now and have a warm meal. He’s just eaten though, and he could never eat more so soon. Even if his stomach is still growling hungrily. There’s no guarantee that the stove will turn on anyhow. It’s less likely to work in the cold, and it’s very cold right now. Draco can’t stop himself from trembling under his threadbare blanket.

He needs a distraction, something to keep his mind off it. The only thing he really has is the bloody romance novel, though. Draco reaches a shaking hand for it and flips it open listlessly, not really able to focus on any words through his shivering, but also not needing too. He’s read this book cover to cover countless times, and he knows its contents by heart. What he really needs is a nice new book, and a nice warm place to read it.

Draco stills, mentally slapping himself. Of course, he’s being a bloody idiot! It hasn’t even occurred to him but… nobody recognizes him any longer. He doesn’t have to sit alone in this freezing apartment. He can go anywhere! There is the little issue of him not having any money to contend with, but not every place he can go will need him to buy something.

Draco scrambles out of bed, tripping over his blanket in his haste to scramble out of his apartment and out into Knockturn. He strikes a fast clip up the Alley, anticipation and apprehension swirling in his gut in a stomach-turning mix.

He hasn’t been to Diagon in years, nearly a decade by this point. If Knockturn is unkind to him, Diagon is downright bloodthirsty. Draco doesn’t exactly blame them – it’s not as though he hasn’t brought it on with his own actions – but he also feels perfectly justified in avoiding the place.

It’s with great trepidation that he pauses at the entrance to Diagon. He knows, logically – or illogically, as the case may be – that he won’t be hurt there. That nobody will recognize him if he steps out of Knockturn’s shadow into the bright street of Diagon. It’s one thing to know this, however, and another to believe it, and Draco can’t stop the fear that curls icy fingers up his spine.

But Draco hasn’t come this far to turn back now, so he draws in a steadying breath, steels his nerves, and steps out of Knockturn and onto the snow-covered cobblestone of Diagon Alley. And, in the grand scheme of things, very little changes. He steps from one street to another. But to Draco, the moment feels weighty, monumental. He takes another step, then a third, looking around in delight.

The street is bustling in a way that Knockturn never quite imitates. Families, children, walk and laugh freely. There are no furtive glances here, no shady characters sneering at anyone who gave them too much attention. Vendors hawk in the streets, surrounded by powerful warming charms. The sound of laughter, chatter, life is all around.

Diagon is festooned for the season, magical decorations adorning every sign and lamppost, twinkling from the windows of shops he’d frequented as a child and climbing their storefronts. Draco spends a moment taking in the sigh, a nostalgic ache taking place in his heart at the memories of winters he’d once loved. He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply and taking in the familiar smells and sounds.

And then something collides hard with him, knocking him down into the snowy street.

Draco yelps, completely unprepared for the fall, and lands painfully on his arse with an extremely solid body above him. The other person lifts off him a moment later, but the heat of their body doesn’t leave. He opens his eyes and looks up and there, hovering just above him and clad in bright red Auror robes, is none other than Harry Potter.

Draco’s eyes go wide, panic flooding him at the thought of Potter, his rival, finding him in like this – wandless and far too skinny, dressed in tattered, day-old clothes, with his hair sad and limp. He automatically scrabbling backwards to get away from him, cheeks warming in embarrassment… but no light of recognition appears in Potter’s shockingly green eyes.

Instead, those eyes go wide behind his glasses and an embarrassed flush of his own takes Potter’s face. He scrambles to his feet, stuttering out apologies as he reaches out a hand to Draco. Draco hesitates, but Potter doesn’t wait for his acceptance, seizing his wrist and pulling Draco off the ground with beguiling ease.

“Oh my god, are you alright? I’m so sorry!” Says Potter in that voice that has never failed to make Draco shiver. Hearing it now in person is even more spine-tingling. Large, strong hands come up to brush away the snow now covering Draco’s coat and hair, and Draco’s entire body heats with entwined desire and mortification.

“No, it’s perfectly alright, don’t worry about it all,” He babbles embarrassingly, and then wrenches his wrist away from Potter and all but sprints down the Alley. Merlin, but he’s a sodding halfwit. Acting like a first-year Hufflepuff with a crush in front of Harry bloody Potter.

Thankfully the street is busy enough that when Draco glances over his shoulder, he catches no sight of Potter. He slows to a more reasonable place, letting out a relieved sigh. Inappropriate crush aside, it’s best that he not get too close to Potter. Certainly, Potter won’t recognize him on sight alone. But the wish was frustratingly vague, and Draco has closer history with Potter than most. What if he were to say something that caused the other man to recognize him? No, it’s undoubtedly better to stay far, far away.

He continues retreating up the street until he’s about thirty paces away from Gringotts, where he takes an abrupt left into a tiny, cramped side alley that contains a couple of little storefronts. One of them bears an old, chipped sign, with fading paint proclaiming it a library. Draco smiles at the sight of it.

He hadn’t been sure that this place would still be open – it’s been over ten years since his last visit after all – but he’d dearly hoped it was. He has fond memories of this place, of coming hear with his mother while his father had conducted business in Gringotts, and whiling away afternoon surrounded by warm light and the smell of books. When he was older, he and his mother simply sit near one another to read and enjoy one another’s company, but during his younger years she had sat him on her lap and stroked his hair while she’d read to him in her calming voice.

Draco shakes his head, forcing the memory away before his suspiciously wet eyes spill over. He can’t think of his parents – not in public at least, where anyone can see his tears. Instead he pushes his way into the library, a wave of warm air rising to meet him and bringing with it the smell of parchment, leather, and wax.

He lets in a deep breath, allowing the comforting scent to wash over him, thick with memories. He steps further into the library, and the wizened old librarian shelving books nearby notices him and looks up. “Hello there,” she says, her hands pausing in her task. “Can I help you find anything?”

“No, thank you,” Draco replies politely. He has no plans here, just the wish of a warm refuge and something to read to pass the time. He walks through the library, running his eyes along the shelves and taking his time.

The plethora of choice now, after years, is thrilling, and he finds himself in no hurry to decide on reading material. That is, until he is in the learning section and the spartan lettering on the straight-backed spine of an utterly unremarkable book catches his eye. The Fundamentals of Wandless Casting. Draco’s breath catches. Of course. He could spend his anonymity reading for pleasure, but this is a much better use of his time. He’s always loved learning, and this is practically useful as well. Plus, he can continue practicing any theory he learns once he’s home in his apartment.

He lifts the heavy volume from the shelf, carrying it over to a nearby armchair and side-table pair, setting the book down on the side-table before quickly divesting himself of his coat and gloves and draping them over the back of the chair. He settles himself into the armchair, letting out a little groan as even the comfortable plush makes his already sore arse twinge. Stupid Potter, running over innocent passersby in the street.

He thinks back to the incident with a frown, his mind drawing, with loving detail, the solid form that had bowled him over. Merlin, but he’d looked good. Draco’s heard his voice often over the years – Potter is, to this day, a darling of the media and is often featured on the wireless – but he hasn’t seen him since the end of the war. Clearly, time has treated Potter as well as it’s treated Draco badly. He’d already been arresting in school, a wild magnetism to him that had always drawn Draco’s attention – and now he’s grown into it, wearing that pull with an innate ease. Auror work has filled out his frame, his muscles just discernable under his robes and certainly felt when he was barrelling into Draco, and he’s lost the general air of confusion he’d had as a boy. During their brief interaction he’d seemed capable, powerful...

It brings all sorts of longing thoughts to Draco’s mind, and he banishes them furiously. There’s nothing there, not for him– although, perhaps he should go to a bar one of these days while nobody recognizes him, pull a cute somebody he’ll never see again, and get a good dicking down. Merlin knows it’s been long enough. Although – Draco grimaces – it might not be as easy as it once was to turn someone’s head. Draco had been attractive in school, he has no illusion otherwise, but little sleep and less food is not a good look on him.

Slightly disheartened and determined to cast this line of thought from his mind, Draco picks up the textbook from the sidetable and opens it. He kicks off his boots and tucks his feet under him as he settles in. He’s missed this, losing himself in the study and theory of magic – he’d always been a good student, and the pursuit of knowledge is a challenge that he likes.

He spends the rest of the day there, warm and cozy, curled in a squishy armchair in a homey library, pouring over a tome on wandless magic, and it’s the best afternoon he’s had in recent memory. He only leaves when the library closes, walking slowly Diagon and enjoying the way the festive lights sparkle against the night dark.

When he falls asleep that night, he dreams of warm winters past and stunning green eyes.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #writing #draco #harry #angst #fluff #draco's wish

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judehayward · 4 years

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lady gaga voice slowly fadin in: ju-Das juda-ah-ah… this depressed goblin bastard is honestly my fav male muse like i dnt typically stick w male muses tht long i struggle bt................. i’ve played him the longest of them all n always seem to return to him. jst cnt stay away. way 2 attached to this absurd little man. it’s nai btw!!!! (josefine on the main). launches right in to jude’s intro without further adieu..... (u can also find his playlist here) 🧙‍🎨

「douglas booth & cis-male」⇾ hayward , jude, the senior radcliffe student’s records show that he is a pisces and 23 years old. he is studying ART, living in moris and can be protective, laidback, nonsensical & apathetic. when i see him i am reminded of wearing a faded smiley face sticker on your forehead while receiving a serious lecture, saying “fuck off” to inanimate objects, lead marbles instead of eyes. ⇽「nai & 23 & gmt & she/her.」

he pinterest:

me in the voice of a card magician performing on the street: round up round up pick a pinterest any pinterest!

ta-da it’s aesthetics:

lead marbles instead of eyes, a stolen hearse careening down the wrong lane, wearing a faded smiley face sticker on your forehead while receiving a serious lecture, bags under the eyes that are so big they could pack enough clothes for a three week vacation, a cigarette wobbling from your bottom lip as you squint against the sunlight, passing out on a stranger’s rooftop, placing sunglasses over the eyes of a biology lab skeleton, gangling around the place like shaggy minus his scooby snacks, saying “fuck off” to inanimate objects

about tha Bitch:

born in sheffield in england, bt they went back and forth between there n san fran a lot

jude was an unhappy accident. his parents never rly used protection bc they were super Liberal n Au Naturel n believed in the pull out method bc… they were maniacs. bt then the ONE time they used a condom in an effort to b safety conscious it broke n hence…. jude was born

they just kind of ran w it bc they had such a passionate relationship tht they were like What The Hell…. may as well! itll be fine we’ll learn to be good parents n love him like normal ppl do

spoiler alert: tht didn’t work out

they were ok to him like they weren’t fully Bad bt they just found him to be a massive burden n hindrance to their plans. pretty absent n irresponsible. they literally….. had sex all day every day n acted like a pair of teenagers. it ws a super weird environment for a kid to grow up in bc he literally had no role models or… guidance or…. anything rly. occasionally they’d joke around w him or pretend they properly knew what grade he was going into but for the most part they just Didn’t Care the way parents shd. they lost his birth certificate n dnt remember what they put as his middle name so he’s jst kind of like hmmmm............. n gives himself a diff one every time ppl ask. past variations hv included: jude pauly hayward, jude maureen hayward, jude van winkle hayward. says all of these w a very straight face

despite this he does hv some nice memories w them. usually he definitely sees them fr holidays. frm being rly young their christmas tradition hs been to get a bunch of chinese food like a Banquet Feast n spend all day smoking n drinking into the early hours. perhaps not the healthiest or most responsible bt 😔 jude rly likes it it’s kind of the one time of yr he feels he has a proper family

they r both suuuuper into the arts. rly good sculptors bt they paint too n they actually own a successful gallery in sheffield n san fran

(trauma tw) as a result he grew up around a lot of creative n sometimes pretentious ppl. the friends of his parents were more present in his life than his ACTUAL parents bc they were always jetting off to diff countries to scout out new pieces fr their galleries n just have a gd time in beautiful places without…. the annoyance tht ws being responsible n looking after someone. tbh some of his parents friends were rly damaging too bt….i won’t go into that just yet. it doesn’t rly…need properly explaining bc jude never talks abt it anyway n it….is rather triggering so i’ll jst….leav it for now tbh. basically they just were Not Nice n jude had a lot of bad memories he keeps repressed bt he also??? has some gd ones..... it was a strange environment bt he’s a survivor

(death n grief tw) he hd to do community service bc he kind of… hd a bit of a breakdown before the funeral of his elderly neighbour who bsically raised him bc her kids rly didnt care abt her they jst wanted her inheritance?? so he… stole the hearse w her casket still in it n ws jst like… drivin around the place sort of… tryin nt to cry…..KJJFHSFKJGHKFG i mean. it isnt funny its actually sad bt :/ in a very bizarre n jude way. he gt caught n taken in fr questioning bt her son kind of realised hw… broken up abt her death jude ws n had a heart n didnt press charges. regardless he stil hd to do community service bc it ws like taken seriously even tho it ws his first proper offence. doin it rly exhausted n depressed him so when he wsnt doin tht he ws just hibernatin in his room……. this ws like 4 months ago nw............ just some fun lore fr u all

bc of how he ws raised he has a p cultured taste. he luvs classic lit n p much anything artsy. he can play piano 2 n sometimes gets rly high n thinks he’s mozart level gd at composing he’s jst going fking wild on the keys in a trance...... i mean he’s gd bt… chill

he’s rly sarcastic n so deadpan like he’ll say smthn completely ridiculous bt he’ll say it w his whole chest so sincere.... it’s rly hard to tell when he’s joking or serious honestly. has an overflowing secret sketchbook n if he cares abt someone he’ll probably secretly draw them. does NOT share these drawings w the person he hates being openly sentimental. at heart he is jst a very Sad Boy w lots of repressed issues like depression genuinely just does NAT giv him a single break bt he plasters over this w wise cracks n never discusses his emotions ever. he’s actually p decent or at least tries to b. he’s kind of like tht bit in superbad where michael cera gets rly drunk n makes a toast to women like tht energy...........

he has rly bad insomnia so he like never sleeps idk how he’s Alive straight up. please go to bed sir............. he always has rly sleepy eyes n rubs them tiredly mid conversation. he smokes a lot of weed to try n compensate fr this n make him tired bt he still struggles a lot

ANYWAY that aside he’s at radcliffe doing art, focusing on fine art like painting is............... the thing he luvs most...... his style is kind of.......... taking normal things n painting w surreal colours.... he likes A LOT of colour in his paintings which is kind of a stark contrast to his personality bc his world’s so.... washed out n grey............ lovs art n philosophy n literature n photography n music....

ummMMMMmm honestly idk i’m blankin on what else to say. ull find him smoking weed reading an american classic or gnawing at his thumbnail n getting charcoal smudges on all his clothes. wandering the streets in plaid pj bottoms n dr martens eating frm a cereal box without care in the world. he’s p broody n scruffy n he’s mostly here fr a laidback time....... doesn’t rly like when ppl take themselves too seriously........ likes strange ppl thinks the world is mde richer by them n likes when ppl can jst bounce back jokes at him without being like erm. u dont make sense mate. bc frankly he can come up w some strange stuff sometimes.............. talking to him cn b like navigating a dark n bendy road without a flashlight.......

(drugs tw) once did shrooms n woke up naked in the woods curled up in a pile of leaves. to this day he recounts this as his werewolf transformation. hs no idea hw he ended up there n when ppl r like are u not. concerned jude. tht is so strange? he jst shrugs like.............. dunno....................... suppose i’m jst a werewolf upon occasion. so casual abt it. jst truly does Not care abt most things at all..... almost to the point tht it’s concerning (sometimes way past the point tht it’s concerning too :/)

this is the desc on an aesthetic i mde of his style once n sums it up well!! ‘additionally: too many pairs of trousers, a hideous amount of white t-shirts all somewhat stained with charcoal, a jumper so thinly knit it almost looks sheer, chipped teale nail varnish, a cream corduroy jacket with a cigarette hole singed onto the cuff, vintage wiry reading glasses he almost never wears, a freshly rolled cigarette behind his ear, a thrifted t-shirt with a warped bart simpson wearing a stethoscope with the caption ‘bard knwos cardiology’ and two crops hacked that way with kitchen scissors that he sometimes wears to paint.‘

EXPERT at rolling spliffs like jst. mkes them so precise n neat....... it’s his super power. his fav thing to smoke frm is banana flavour papers.................... linking 2 this he’s like. bad w emotions bt he does try..... once his friend (maggie) ws sad so he brought her a spliff wrapped in grape flavoured paper bc it’s her fav fruit n jst like. wordlessly gave it to her. it’s the thought tht counts.....

PLOTS!!!!!

plays bass in a band which cld b a fun connection to get together??? i picture the music being like surf rock type like........... mac demarco...... bt he also luvs elliott smith n glass animals n the cure n metronomy n neutral milk hotel n talking heads n radiohead n mazzy star n wolf alice...................... idk jst like.... within tht ballpark i suppose i imagine it being................

mayb ppl he shares classes w?????? i’d like someone tht does a similar course n they hang out tgether when it comes to trips fr the module to museums or exhibits or wtever................ they both stand in front of paintings analysing it rly wrong n saying stuff like hmmmmmmmmm....... i do declare i see a, uh..... large phallus protruding from the centre of this image...... moves something in me.......... n some elderly person looking at it besides them is like Ergh. sickened n disgraced. leaves w a brow severely furrowed

someone he smokes w on the moris rooftop late at night when he cnt sleep??? mayb they’re up n cnt sleep either fr whtever reason n it’s become an unspoken kind of ritual where they always clamber out n find each other there n jst wordlessly keep them company

jude is kind of like. protective almost to a fault sometimes........... mayb some guy he’s punched......................... if they hurt someone he cares abt........... typically it wld hv been a girl he ws kind of like. affected by his first relationship bc she had a bad home situation n ever since jst wnts..... to Protect it’s kind of like an automatic instinct ingrained in him nw 😔 all sounds very noble n well bt sometimes it cn b a bit of an escalation i wnt lie

perhaps a few hook-ups??? jude doesn’t tend to sleep w ppl he rly knows bc he just..... likes it to b an impersonal thing doesn’t like getting attached fr various reasons so mayb they only kno each other via this OR mayb he bent his rules a bit..... cld either work seamlessly or hv added drama if one side hs mre feelings or whtever

currently living in moris w 2 roommates bt i’d love some neighbours perhaps..... mayb someone tht lives directly nxt door to his room n is like ://// bc he plays music loud n weeds always drifting frm his window n mking their room smell if theirs is open too................. or mayb they get on..... mayb there’s a rly mean seagull tht lands on a branch n poos on pedestrians n they both commentate on it frm their windows like david attenborough...... they’re like he’s at it again. they’ve named him n everything

HONESTLY anything if u have an idea hmu i’d love 2 hear it.......... rubs my hands tgether in excitement to plot up a storm w u all

#ruhqintro #depression tw #death tw #grief tw #neglect tw #trauma tw #drugs tw

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lesbian-hello-kitty · 4 years

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I ranked the Stardew valley (non romanceable) npcs!

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I tried using the quality system the game has, but had to twik it a bit so u could have an "you are kinda shitty but alright-ish" category a.k.a -5 health. I'm gonna begin by the worst! ≧◡≦

Poisonous: Morris and that goblin thing, Morris is a capitalist pig and that other dude isn't as bad BUT he isn't even loyal to the witch?, he didn't pass the vibe check.

-5 health: grandpa, first he is sort of disappointed in you but then if you give him a stupid diamond he reconsiders? I see how it is. Shitty parents, Pam, Pierre, and Demetrius, yes he is a step dad but come on making your partner's son live in a basement is shit. The guard is here bc he tries to kill you if you attemp to cheat to enter the casino (at least he is passionate about what he does looking at you henchman ). I hate the incel blacksmith.

I especially hate the governor he temps me to ruin the soup EVERY YEAR just to see his ugly face turn green, he only goes to pelican town to eat, yet we have no funding. I should have put him in the worst category.

Regular: I don't think about half of these bitches tbh. The wizard is a bitch but i respect him. Marlon and Gil are married in my mind. Lewis was originally in the -5 health category, but if you don't mind corruption he is kinda nice so.....

Silver: Marnie deserves SO much better. I feel bad for kent (◕︵◕). Willy is very helpful! And mr. Qui is here bc i respect how dramatic and fashionable he is, also he looks like a gay who brunches.

Gold: Sandy is so nice... I feel so sad that she gets lonely, I visit her just to give her gifts. The moms!!!! I luv them, they are really kind, very strong characters. Robyn is such a hard worker, no matter rain, snow, she even misses the winter market for you. Caroline is so generous, she gifts you things from her tiny garden even tho you have an entire farm. Jodie,,,, deserves better, like a vacation for herself, her recepies are nice!. I love the kids they are so funny and adorable. The dwarf, he got here bc of his design alone tbh, he is quite funny tho. Lastly, Gus, very welcoming to everyone in town, he cooks for everyone in town during festivals yet he never complains, I do wish he stopped serving to certain alcoholics tho.

Iridium: the best of the best. I had no doubts on this one.

Evelyn: right away she places herself as your new grandma, she sends you the loveliest baked goods, she teaches you to make pots!!! She works in the community gardens and they look so nice.

Linus: left the city life by choice, just like the player! Very generous, yet people have been mean to him so i feel like he needs extra love.

Krobus: i love this lil dude, his design is perfect, his dialogue is really funny, overall 10/10

#stardew valley #long post #i had fun doing this!!!!!#i didn't do the marriage candidates bc i only romamce girls and i put all of them in iridium lol

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r-o-se · 7 years

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BASICALLY 101 comments/thoughts/things on Produce 101 S2E2

So we are BACK TOPOFTHEMORNINGTOYALADDIES AND WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER EPISODE OF p101 live commentary

1. The kids are watching the last ep

2. The first vote results, Bae Jinyoung first, Wang Minhyuk last. Poor kid. Stop naming kids Minhyuk theres 6 of them on the field already it’s like Michael in America lol

3. Back to the evaluations

4. Woojin goes up, Daniel is like ’He’s rly cute I hugged him already’ tbh everyone call him cute lol

5. Does JB Baby, what a classic lol. Got a B and praised for his pronunciation

6. Aaahahahah lmao he asked for water and has to choose between two judges. Chooses Cheetah and she looks blessed af

7. Kid has problems with opening stickers lol

8. YGk+ performance, everyone are shook about their legs

9. Their performance isn’t that good though, poor dudes. One D, other three F

10. Roll yet ANOTHER compilation of the hottest kids this season

11. Yongbin aka the dude with a nose bridge straighter and higher than my will to live

12. Dongsoo and Namhyung from S.How do an AMAZING self composed song, are cute and talented as fuck. Namhyung got an A and Dongsoo got a B. Cheetah loves them ME TOO ME TOO

13. Compilation of rappers, the overall comment on teachers is ‘Cheetah is cute omg but Dunmill is scary’

14. Editing: aw cheetah is cute now with longer hair

15. Cheetah: does the snoop dogg dance yno the smoke weed everyday one

16. ‘Boys are calmer’ no they are more desperate and scared of failure

17. Jung Jungji prepared a SHITTON for EXO Growl, a bajillion vids of it. But sadly I guess his nerves got to him, he didn’t do well aaaaaaaaaaaand got an F. Stop fucking laughing at him. Most of the audience is dancing along though such an iconic song

18. He looks dead inside but says “I’m glad because I made BoA laugh”

19. HOTSHOT HOTSHOT HOTSHOT SUNGWOON TAEHYUN SUNGWOON TAEHYUN

20. Do Block B Very Good, MURDER IT IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE, AMAZING energy, everyone love it, first and only all company A rank

21. Who am I fooling I actually watched their performance like 4 times before this on youtube just because of how much I love it the energy is so good

22. Taehyun’s freestyle krump was on POINT tru kid monster right there. His expressions are soooooo good

23. Now the kids are writing their future wishes or something like that to a huge whiteboard

24. Kim Dongbin from kiwi ent looks sooooo nervous save that kid

25. He’s doing chewing gum and stopped in the middle for some x reason?

26. He stopped bc one of the judges pulled out his in-ear in a weird way and he thought that meant he needs to stop

27. HES CRYING OUT OF NERVES RESCUE THAT POOR KID OMG

28. Everyone are cheering for him to continue THIS IS SO SWEET AAAHHHHHH EVEN JINWOO MOVED HIS HANDS AND CLAPPED

29. And he finished his performance w a cute smile and………. got an F

30. ’My level should be lower than F. I’m grateful for F’

31. FNC Hwiseung comes out DOES SHINEE REPLAY GOT MY VOTE

32. JELLY HEESEOK DOES CHAINED UP ALSO GOT MY VOTE

33. Judges don’t like either and say both feel rushed… Hwiseung got a D and Heeseok got an F… damn

34. Starship Sewoon and Kwanghyun come in, everyone get hype. One of them hates dancing and individ. trainee Jaehwan went to the same school as Sewoon. They Maroon 5 Sugar, everyone loves it

35. Sewoon plays guitar and composes, everyone STILL loves it and for a very good reason

36. BoA: So do u wanna be an idol or a singer?

Sewoon: CEO

37. Starship gets a double B

38. RYTHM TA COVER, amazing vocals, acrobatics, taekwondo (is this the K-Tiger trainee?) basically just a compilation of the coolest kids this season

39. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Jang Moonbok clip again

40. He’s doing BTS Boy In Luv and…. It isn’t too good poor dude

41. Seriously Mnet’s son bc his singing isn’t good yet the only reactions they are showing from crowd are the most positive ones

42. He got an F

43. Brand New come up, roll clip of the absolute snake team San E and Jint ent company lol kids are cute tho

44. Do a song composed by Daehwi, choreo made by Woojin that sounds eerily like a GOT7 Hard Carry

45. Daehwi's vocals are good but his range isn’t too high rip. One of the kids did a bboy pose thing on one hand. Someone in the crowd dabbed

46. Daehwi and Woojin got an A, Youngmin and Donghyun got B’s

47. End of the evaluation, 7 A rank trainees, 17 B rank, 21 C rank, 25 D rank and 31 F rank. Last season there was like….. 20 something A rank holy shit

48. Revealing the high pitched as hell song and the difficult ass choreo

49. The best can go to M Countdown with it, A gets center and the ult center gets a solo part

50. The one who has an A rank is basically a god and the one who gets the center position is literally the definition of ’what’s a god to a non-believer’

51. They’re moving in now and get their ugly colour coded sweaters lol

52. F rank trying to cope ’I actually rly like gray clothes… Still want pink tho’

53. Why is korea so obsessed with ages lol

54. Sungwoon took like an air humidifier and candles and an electric mat and whatnot lmaoooo

55. Goblin parody ensue. Some trainee, Yoo Jinwon looks just like male Eun Tak (The female lead of goblin)

56. Group practice is soooooo unbalanced holy SHIT

57. The song is so high pitched they are all dying inside

58. JINWOO IS TALKING my dude…. In F rank…. Depressing

59. Daehwi is a sad boy bc the entire B team belted out the high notes like no joke

60. Two dance black holes make slow mo eye contact if im not incorrect its the Cube F rank and one of the YGk+ F ones with a haircut idk how to describe.. like… its black… sure is black

61. Within 10 minutes A rank fucking aces the dance as a whole, sure its not perfect but it looks GREAT

62. F is a… Mess sighs. At least that’s how they’re portrayed. In group shots at least half of the kids can do the dance just GREAT but sure obvs mnet isnt gonna show them

63. Daehwi has problems with the high notes poor lil kid

64. Namhyun, Sungwoo and Sungwoon have no problems hitting it though

65. I fucking hate this system because rappers need to excel in vocals too which is fucking unfair and they just humiliated BNM Woojin who cant reach the notes and the trainer is NO FUCKING HELP and doesn’t guide him or anything just looks at him judgingly just fuck off dude seriously

66. Sungwoo is just like Sejeong, got everyone shook during first evaluation, sings like an angel and CAN actually dance but has small problems while adapting to the choreo

67. Now to the D group training KAHI MY MOTHER

68. Baekho has problems concentrating to the dance and they only show him obviously thanks Mnet for nothing like he is not the type of person for p101 hes literally the furthest away from the p101 type why did pledis force them there Im so fucking angry dude

69. Another poor black hole cutie is Cube Guanlin ugh im so sad about him DON’T CRY

70. But others are helping him which makes me happy thank god for that

71. C group get compared to chicks and vitamin C lol

72. The C group vocal trainer is pretty af and everyone are in love including me

73. ‘Age is just a number’ BOI

74. Bae Jinyoung keeps looking at the ground SHY BOY but he also messed up his singing poor kiddo

75. B team has the same vocal coach as A and I think D has the same dude

76. Honestly I fucking hate that dude he’s so rude to rapper kids and doesn’t even help him and Mnet tries to play it off like ‘haha tsundere’ but no he’s just an asshole

77. One of the rappers does adlibs lol

78. But everyone else are just in pain I fucking hate this system so much

79. Woojin is a small baby but sings like gold

80. AND D TEAM HAS THE SAME ASSHOLE COACH

81. He picks out NU’EST right away ugh but MY DUDE REN DOES SO WELL

82. RBW GUNHEE MY B O I HOLY HELL SINGS SO WELL WHYS HE IN D even the coach said he did the best out of the grades he coaches ( A B and D)

83. That coach is so much nicer in D

84. I take everything back he just fucking destroyed my baby Hyungseob I’m so fucking done with everything

85. B team dance class que

86. Kang Daniel feels a bit full of himself but tbh he is literally perfect at everything and has the dance clean already

87. Kim Jaehwan has problems with dance this is like with Juna last season lol

88. JAEHWAN IS PRACTICING ALONE AS THE LAST ONE THERE POOR KID

89. The dorm clips, everyone are practicing

90. Aaaaaaaaand now they’re doing the reevaluation filming

91. B grade Kim Sangbin danced really well and even sang well even though hes a rapper and then dabbed lmao hope lost

92. MY LIL JUSTIN KIDDO IS UP but holy shit his singing is really bad I’m sad

93. Everyone are saying they are anticipating Minhyun to move up by a rank but his clip is awful I’m so fucking sad dude I don’t have any words to express my absolute misery he looks so beaten up and other trainees are trying to console him I’m so fucking sad

94. Now it’s Baekho’s turn, he doesn’t do too well either but it def isn’t THAT bad and mnet is just trying to make NU’EST look bad because they aren’t showing JR’s clip even though he was good enough to move up to B grade

95. The dude with the best singing voice, Gunhee, his singing voice broke rip

96. Moonbok’s clip wasn’t good and everyone are sad bc he practiced a lot

97. Kwon Hyunbin from YGk+ does really shit and I feel soooooooooooo sorry because he isn’t doing good and people aren’t vvoting for him either but it just won’t come out right and im SO SORRY FOR HIM AAAAAAAGHHHHHH and like YGk+ is a modelling company so he wont debut and then theres this kid Ha Minho who I like too and his rank is like what 94 rn hes gonna fucking die. I hate this show why is it so addicting

98. Calls to family ft. a lot of tears from everyone but Jisung’s sister has the same sense of humor as Jisung does its gr8 why isn’t he in top 11 vote for him jesus fuck

99. Judges are gonna watch the reevaluation things now time to Get Sad Bois

100. Daehwi and Samuel get praised and JAEHWAN MY LIL BOY FIXED HIS DANCE IM SO PROUD

101. Oh no now theyre gonna watch Minhyuns catastrophe clip I want to fucking die

102. Kahi said that Min gets pressured when competing with other people I’m so fucking sad my boy is so stable and talented if anyone wants good NU’EST lives just fucking hit me up he is sooooo high quality stop bullying him @mnet @pledis

103. Why do they only show bad clips I’m so sad and the trainers all laugh at them this just… it’s so ugly leave the kids alone they are under such immense pressure with such a difficult song and choreo

104. Finally they are showing the good trainees I’m so glad give them that ATTENTION and MY KID HYUNGSEOB IS THERE WITH A PEACE SIGN

105. And to end it now they’re getting the reevaluation grades and a bunch of kids are moving up I’m glad but they aren’t showing anyone’s new grades

And now, also good screencaps that didn’t make it into the top 9, some funny, some depressing, Also I’m ready to stab anyone who came up with the goddamn food and bathroom break ration they’re doing by rank like what is this u cant dance u cant eat?? well hello there stalin

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