@reserve and i were talking about contemporary witch kylo on twitter dot com and we agreed a lot of it is probably just kylo buying too many crystals and trying to get hux to wear protective charms (and also kylo making up weird rituals to try to get hux to try new things in bed) ANYWAYS i really like the aesthetic
In lieu of soukoku episode release & soukoku week, I decided to post a soukoku fic at last ヾ(´▽｀;)ゝ
tl;dr: An introspective overview of Dazai and Chuuya’s relationship over the years, told in five brief parts; from childhood, to the Dark Era, till the very end; and me postulating the ending of BSD encompassing much angst and tragedy.
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i. The Worst Day Ever ii. The Scariest Day Ever iii. The Absolute Worst Day Ever iv. The Happiest Day Ever v. The Worst Day Ever
i. The Worst Day Ever
There wasn’t really anything that happened between them.
“Your face pisses me off.”
“As does yours.”
“I’m glad it’s mutual.”
Perhaps it’s meant to be. Their first look at one another left a sour aftertaste at the back of their tongues, like the revolting bitterness of herbal medicines. It’s strong, it’s repugnant, it’s also inexplicable – arising as naturally as the Sun from the east. The French use the saying, “le coup de foudre”; perhaps between them lightning struck too hard, and the nasty burn that it left behind sizzled on for many years to come.
It’s not like Chuuya can ever forget that day – he even went on to elegantly coin it with a name of utmost sophistication (‘The Worst Day Ever’). It’s as if he is forced to endure the taste of cheap, oxidized beer; the odious gaze of those black eyes from across the room left in him a prickly sensation of disgust, coupled with the urge to flee at once.
Not that he could. “Now, lads, no fighting,” instructed Kouyou, her tone motherly. Her eyes shot him a knowing look, and Chuuya understood the threat that came beneath that beaming visage. “The Boss insists you lads be cordial.”
“How ‘bout no.” Chuuya mutters, eyeing the other boy suspiciously.
“My sentiments exactly,” says the boy with a subdued glower.
Kouyou’s smile only widens to terrifying proportions, and she says nothing, turning to grin at the man standing behind the young boy. It is the boy’s caregiver, Mori; a figure whose role paralleled hers to Chuuya. The man shrugs, amused.
Meanwhile the boys are engaged in their own interaction of silent looks, scrutinizing one another with disdainful contempt; between them stood a battlefield of sheer eyepower and pride, alongside equal prowess of detestation flung at one another carelessly like spears, hitting all but their target’s unyielding ego. Neither relents. Neither triumphs either.
Their stalemate is abruptly broken when Kouyou, with her heavy kimono and large traditional umbrella, steps in regally between them, the slight smile of her face both mystifying and alluring at once. Both boys are halted, and turn their gaze towards her subliminal beauty in stunned wonder.
She turns to each of them, tossing charming glances through half-lidded eyes – enrapturing them with the exquisite sheen glimmering in her eyes. She grins. Mori watches on, respectfully amused at Kouyou’s wit.
“Orders are orders, lads,” says she, emancipating an immeasurable amount of matured charisma.
The two boys dumbly nod, eyes fixated and enthralled like the bewitched; unquestioning.
It is only much later that Chuuya realises what he had agreed to, and groans in unfathomable regret and angst at perhaps the worst command of all time.
Adore U: Pledis was so scared that you would be
overwhelmed by the sheer number of us, that they got the not so great idea to
put a teeny tiny video of us in the corner where we mouth along to the song
like we’re reciting nursery rhymes for 3 year olds. Fall in love with us as we
go wild with the green screen and show off our bootleg designer fashionable
Mansae: Why study when you can spend all day trying to
impress chicks with basketball skills and ladder hide and seek? Featuring kinky
face slap fetishes, the smell of fresh bleach and fried ends, the rise of the
Visual Line, and Kim Mingyu having an amazing hairstyle, that to this day, was
the best thing to ever happen to him.
Q & A:
Probs the fastest a subunit has ever formed. Three of them couldn’t keep up with their grades since they only chased girls and never studied, so now they have to make it up in their hot, but strict teacher’s class. Lots of rolling around floors and stylish glasses to compliment the bright and fun atmosphere of the song.
Chocolate: This song
is boring. But at least your eyes get a nice sweet treat in watching the Vocal
Line ignore their studies (again) for a girl. Anddd of course they all got
rejected because it wouldn’t be a Seventeen video if anyone actually ever got
lucky in love.
Pretty U: The boys go hardcore, street cred tough, in this
epic mini bad boy musical adventure. They vandalize property, wreck a restaurant, drive cars through buildings and cross the street without looking both ways….That’s
what Carats tell themselves when they realize that this cutesy piece of fluff
is the closest we’ll probably ever get to a dark concept.
아주 Nice: When you think that the China Line is going to
rise from their graves and bring honor to their country, but they actually only
get a line and a half as usual, and a center dancing spot, and you realize your
hopes never should have went up. Lots of
heart explosions and glittery deaths. Jeonghan pretended to know what
rejection felt like and Wonwoo suffered silently just to make a great video for
all of us.