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isaksbestpillow · 27 days

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Ossan's Love Returns episode 9 eng sub

We did it! This is the last episode! This project started out of personal dissatisfaction because the subs behind a paywall did not pass the vibe check. I'm gonna miss these characters and trying to find voices for them, but I'm relieved to have been able to finish what I started. I hope this little project of mine has been able to bring some cheer to someone's day.

Having said that, I'm going to sub the two spin-off episodes too so we're not fully done here yet, haha. In the meantime, thank you for this nine-episode ride!

Notes for the episode below the cut.

Previous episodes, welcome on board: Episode 1 Episode 2 Episode 3 Episode 4 Episode 5 Episode 6 Episode 7 Episode 8

Episode 9

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Notes

There were once again numerous puns, word plays and funny expressions in this episode, I did my best. The squid game one was impossible however so I've explained it in the subs.

Pokapoka: Onomatopoeia for something that's nice and warm, such as a mild sunny day. I feel like this line lost some of its charm in English unfortunately. :(

Haganezawa Iruka: Iruka means dolphin. This character has a painfully fake American accent. Okagesamade: "Thanks to you", but it's only a pleasantry, it doesn't necessarily mean anything.

The book Maika is reading is titled Heya to Y-setsu to watashi, Room and Y-setsu and Me. Y-setsu is code for waisetsu which means pornography lol.

The Japanese title for My Neighbour Totoro is Tonari no totoro, next-door totoro.

Makkuro kurosuke are the soot sprites seen in Ghibli's films.

Engacho: Maki does this to Kurosawa. It's something kids do after touching something disgusting.

Feel free to ask if you have any other questions! I'm always here to talk about Japanese language or cultural things!

Tag list:

@babeluda @twig-tea @nieves-de-sugui @nongnaos @veikonvihannekset @bengiyo @thirstkanaphan @my-rose-tinted-glasses @faillen @ellieellieoxenfree @randifrnz @fromisstar @lurkingshan @penguin251159 @i-remember-yyou @remadi @thesedamncannibals @sewichii @littleragondin @thegalwhorants @mirkoscarrot @sightetsound

#ossan's love returns #ossan's love #my translations

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cqthqrtic · 1 year

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even when you lose your happy glow.

dazai osamu x reader.

content warnings: smut, very mild angst, comfort, fingering, cock warming (do not cockwarm while falling asleep pls n ty), suicide pacts, suicide and depression talks, dazai and reader are not mentally well.

word count: 1583.

a/n: hi i’m sorry for deleting the original! i was rly dissatisfied with the original so i wanted to republish it after tweaking it. i hope u all enjoy! i think i’ve done what i could to properly express my thoughts and feelings. inspired by the song velvet by kurosuke!

You hear him before you see him. The door hinges screech as Dazai opens the door. Light from the living room pours into your dark room from the small opening of the door. You don’t react, choosing to continue your very important task of staring at the bleak darkness. You hear the shuffling of his clothes and the clink of his belt buckle dropping to the ground. You hope he removes some of his bandages as well; cuddling with Dazai is always best when he’s completely naked. His skin is freezing in the way the best pillow is cold. You turn around when you feel the mattress dip from his weight.

Dazai sinks below the blanket and scoots next to you, greeting you with soft kisses on your jawline. “Hey there,” he murmurs against your skin. You turn and shift to face him completely. Your muscles melt when you feel his arms snake around your waist and he grips your thigh. He swings it over his waist all the while giving you a gentle kiss on the chin. Your hands find their way to his hair, carefully pulling at the tufts above the nape of his neck.

“Hi handsome,” you whisper with a tired smile. You lean in to close the small distance between you with a chaste kiss on the lips. He hums against your lips, too tired to close his eyes. His dark eyes deepen in a heavy lidded haze as your lips move from his lips to the tip of his nose.

“How was your day, love?” You ask, voice still reduced to a hushed tone. Dazai sighs.

“The usual; depressing, boring, tiresome, et cetera,” he tells you. He moves his hand to your forehead, sweeping your baby hairs away from your face. “What about yours, pretty? Better than mine, I hope.”

“Mine was slightly miserable, although technically it was fine,” you say. He’s pressing kisses on your collarbones. “Maybe I’m the cause for my own dissatisfaction.” He nips at the side of your neck, returning with a kiss.

“Aren’t we all?” Dazai sighs. You hum as you press your lips against the top of his head. He squeezes your thigh. His eyes drift back up to meet yours.

“Being with you is the best part of my day, you know that?” He mutters, lifting his head back up to be at eye level with you once more. You wonder if he can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks.

“You say that to all your lovers?” You ask with a pout. He laughs lowly.

“Just the ones I come back to,” he whispers. You can feel his hands creep up your shirt, cold and gentle against your flesh. He paws at your chest, pinching your nipples. You gasp at the sudden sensation.

“Your hands are so cold, Osamu,” you whine. He smiles and gives you another chaste kiss on the lips.

“Help me warm them up, precious?” Dazai asks.

“Yeah? How d’you want me to help you?” You giggle. His hands cascade down your body, making their way to the edges of your shorts. He kisses you, quick to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moan quietly against his lips. You feel the hand on your face drift to the back of your neck, gripping it firmly.

When he separates his lips from yours, a single string of saliva drips from his lips. He licks at it, breaking the connection between you immediately. The hand on your thigh creeps up underneath your shorts, squeezing your ass.

“No underwear?” He mutters breathlessly. You shake your head. Dazai’s tired grin stretches out even more. His hand retracts from your ass, dipping lower to go between your thighs. You tense up ever so slightly but he doesn’t seem to care.

“I think about you all day, every day when I’m at work, you know that?” He whispers. You can feel his breath on your lips. His icy fingertips brush against your sticky folds.

“What do you think about?” You gasp out. Dazai’s fingertips circle your clit, the coldness causing goosebumps on your thighs.

“Hmm kissing you, how you look in that pretty ‘lil dress you got, what I should get you for dinner,” Dazai lists off. His pensive smile sharpens. “Killing myself with you. Being buried next to you.” His fingers dip into your cunt, slowly filling you up and stretching out your walls. You sigh.

“Your fingers are so cold,” you whine. He giggles, apologizing with a flurry of quick kisses to your lips.

“I did say they needed to be warmed up,” he teases. He slowly rocks his fingers, you can hear a soft clicking from under the blanket. His thumb presses on and rubs at your clit.

“My pretty baby,” Dazai coos as you start panting. When he strokes a certain spot deep in your cunt, you cry out his name.

“Fuck,” you hiss out. He hums.

“You’re too cute,” he tells you. “My sweet girl, my precious little thing.”

Dazai’s fingers slip out of your pussy, toying with your clit all while he nips at your bottom lip. You mewl and whine for him. He sighs.

“You have the prettiest eyes, you know that? Always glazing over when I touch your cunt,” he says with a tired smile. Dazai carefully pinches your clit, making you gasp sharply. His fingers slide back inside, slowly pumping them in and out. Your stomach grows hot and you squeeze your thighs around his wrist.

“I’m close,” you whimper. The rhythm of his fingers becomes sloppy, going off pace. When his thumb circles your clit, you feel the pressure in your lower stomach snap. Your eyes tear up as your release washes over you. You cry out, your fingers tugging at his hair. You can feel him shiver.

When you come down from your high, he takes his fingers out. In the haze of your post-orgasm bliss, you can feel his half hard cock against your inner thigh. You kiss him, tugging at his lower lip with your teeth.

“Want you inside of me,” you mutter. He hums. He tugs his cock out of his boxers, pressing the tip against your folds. His thumb moves the seat of your shorts out of the way. He slowly thrusts his hips forward, making you feel every inch of his shaft as it fills you to the brim.

He groans in your ear. You can feel the hand on the back of your neck slip down to your lower back, near your hip. Both of his hands position themselves onto your back, positioning the two of you into a tight embrace. You tuck your head into the crook of his neck. He smells of sweat, pine scented deodorant, and the sea.

“Can we stay like this?” He asks you. You nod. You hear him yawn and you feel him tug at the ends of your hair. His lips press against your forehead. They’re perpetually cold. One of your hands drapes over his waist, tracing the raised scar tissue carved into the thin flesh of his back.

“I love you,” you mutter. He hums.

“I love you too, precious,” Dazai replies. His voice is low and raspy. “As long as I can come home to you and die with you, I won’t ask for more.”

“Let’s skip work tomorrow and plan our funeral,” you tell him. He giggles.

“Let’s do it over brunch. A new place opened up nearby,” he mutters. You groan quietly in response.

“Don’t die with anyone else, (Y/N),” Dazai says. His voice is barely above a whisper.

“You’re the only one I want to be with in my final moments,” you reply, yawning mid sentence. He smiles. He starts to hum an old show tune from your childhood. His voice is low and he misses many of the notes.

“Why do you wish to die, (Y/N)?” He asks. You sigh deeply, taking time to organize your fuzzy thoughts. Your finger traces a particularly nasty scar on Dazai’s back. It’s long and jagged. He’s never told you the story behind this one.

“Because I’m miserable, I guess. I can’t quite see the joy or purpose in life,” you tell him. He chuckles humorlessly.

“The meaning of life eludes you as well,” he muses. “No wonder we work so well together.” You give him half of a laugh.

“Life is so tiring, isn’t it? We suffer so needlessly because of things beyond our individual control. Humans suffer so needlessly,” you whisper. He doesn’t say anything. You continue. “I’m convinced that hell is other people. I’m miserable at work. I was miserable in college, in school, in my every day life. When does this needless suffering end? When does it all end?”

“When we die,” he says quietly. You can feel his hand slowly run up and down your back.

“That’s troublesome,” you sigh. He grips you tighter.

“It’s part of the needless suffering, I think,” he mutters sleepily. His voice grows raspier.

“Does suffering with me make it any easier?” You ask him. He yawns.

“Yes,” he says. “You make it so much easier.” Your fingers find a scar from a bullet wound right above his hip. For a brief moment, you wonder how it must have felt.

“I’m glad,” you murmur. You don’t say anything more, allowing sleep to swallow you whole. Dazai follows your lead, drifting off and basking in the warmth radiating from your skin.

#dazai🪐#dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai smut #dazai angst #bsd smut #bsd #bsd dazai #osamu dazai #bsd x reader #dazai x reader

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putschki1969 · 17 days

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2024/03/30 Blog post by Wakana ジブリをうたうコンサート〜全私が泣いた日〜

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“Ghibli wo Utau” Concert~A Night Of Tears~

“Ghibli wo Utau” Concert ~ Produced by Satoshi Takebe was held on March 27th (*'▽'*) It still feels like a dream to be able to perform at a tribute concert for my all-time favourite Studio Ghibli works. Today I will be sharing plenty of photos from that concert! It was held at Tokyo International Forum Hall A✨ The screen at the back shows famous scenes from each work. When I was singing, I believe they showed San and Moro in the background 😍 (I was facing the audience the whole time so I couldn't see them...)

This time, I chose a dress inspired by San from Princess Mononoke 👗 It was so cute ♡ Here I am together with Mr. Satoshi Takebe who is literally a super-human, he was hosting the whole event, taking charge of the MCs, performed on the piano and he also arranged all the songs for this concert😂😂It's amazing😂 When I was asked to sing ``Princess Mononoke'' for the album, I remember that at first I jumped up and down with joy but then I quickly started to feel anxious, wondering whether I would be able to do a good job... However, when I saw Takebe-san and everyone involved in the production working so incredibly hard to make a good album, I swore to myself that I would give my very best and work as hard as I could. I am grateful to Takebe-san for always believing in me and never giving up on me! ! Takebe-san, thank you very much for your hard work! ! ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

This was my first time collaborating with Leo Ieiri! I got to sing “Itsumo Nando Demo” together with her, it was so much fun 😊 She was a very kind and wonderful person...😳✨ We actually have something in common, we are both Sagittariuses from Fukuoka, that made me happy 😊 I hope to see you again✨

And here I am with Shigeru Kishida from “Quruli”! We had our picture taken while I got to hold my personal Totoro😂 During the concert, I watched most of the artists' performances from the stage side wings, Kishida-san's story was particularly funny 😂 It seems like Takebe-san tends to call him "Shige-chan" 😂 So cute 😂 Not only his performance of “My Neighbor Totoro” but also “Ponyo on the Cliff by the Sea” was amazing!

I also had a photo taken together with Kaela Kimura! She is too cute~~🥺💕 I felt the audience get even more excited during Kaela's "Rouge's Message"😊 She is a very powerful and charming performer😍

I brought a lot of my Ghibli mascots with me that day, actually, everything except Tet was a gift from my fans 😂 All of you really know and understand me...😭✨Thank you😭✨ (Totoro and his friends on the right, Acorn and Kurosuke are matryoshka dolls. Ashitaka and Kodama are finger puppets, and Totoro on the left is a pouch!)

The Totoro cream puffs provided by the catering service were super cute! (It doesn't even look out of place when lined up side by side with all of my mascots!)

I really enjoyed reflecting on that special day with lots of photos! I was among the first ones to perform so I actually wanted to tell all of you in advance that you should make sure to arrive in time 😂 And then when I stood on stage, I immediately started looking for familiar faces in the audience😂

It was my first time standing on stage with so many artists since I became a solo artist so I was a little nervous... I sang while thinking of all of you, believing that my botanical friends were definitely there in among the many gathered fans! 😂 Thank you to everyone who came and everyone who supported me...😭✨ I was beyond thrilled to be able to participate in a concert that allowed me to be so involved with Ghibli's music! The concert will be streamed on U-NEXT on May 18th, so please look forward to it ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

Also, the submission deadline for the next "Talk Garden" episode is tomorrow! This time's theme is "Something I Want to Ask Wakana/Something I Want Wakana to Talk About"! 😊 Please send it here ↓↓ https://wakana-fc.jp/answers/botanical_oshaberi_8/new

Finally, here are some fun photos~☆ YAY! ! (I'm floating in the air)

Until next time~☆( *'▽'*)/

＊＊＊Wakana＊＊＊

Wakana to Perform at Everyday's Omatsuri

Wakana will appear at "AirTrip Presents Everyday's Omatsuri 2024" featuring a variety of amazing artists, held every day from July 3rd to July 15th! Wakana will be performing as part of a two-man live together with RYTHEM on July 13th, starting at 19:00. Please look forward to it! ! (Source)

《Performance overview》 Title: “AirTrip presents Everyday's Omatsuri 2024” Date and time:July 13, 2024 Open 18:30 / Start 19:00 Venue: Yokohama Red Brick Warehouse Performers: RYTHEM・Wakana Ticket type: Luxury seats 7,000 yen / Premium seats 6,500 yen / General seats 6,000 yen Official site: http://omatsuridays.jp/ Advanced ticket lottery for FC members of Botanical Land has started! ! 【Application period】4/1～4/8 【Results】4/12～【Payment period】4/12～4/14

#kalafina #wakana #wakana blog #botanical land #fan club exclusive content #Ghibli wo Utau Concert #Everyday's Omatsuri 2024 #Everyday's Omatsuri

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delusionisaplace · 7 months

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Moodboard:

“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.” ~ L.M. Montgomery

Playlists:

"stay with me. now and forever."

For Lovers - Lamp

2516 - Luna Li

Matsuri - Fuji Kaze

Garden - Fuji Kaze

Love Virus - Rollercoaster

Comedy - Gen Hoshino

Overdose - natori

golden hour - Fuji Kaze

playlist here!!

"i love everything about you."

Loretta - Ginger Root

Velvet Light - Jakob

All Your Love - Jakob

My Jinji - Sunset Rollercoaster

Let it Pass - Jakob

OUTTA MY MIND - Monsune

Moscato - Kurosuke

Full Catastrophe - Summer Salt

playlist here!!

#wip: lovers-to-strangers #moodboard #wip moodboard #wip playlist #playlist #i put waayyy too much effort into this 😭😭#great way to spend a saturday tho

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lisutarid-a · 5 months

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[Gakuen K] Yatogami Kuroh Route Translation

In search of seven colors limited bread

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Neko: Guys, it's terrible! It's a great war~!

Saya: What's wrong, Neko-chan?

Neko: Gohan, hurry! Come too, Shiro! Kurosuke…come along too!

Kuroh: In that time? That girl…

Shiro: Now, now. It sounds like an emergency, so let's go with her.

Saya: What is this crowd…

Neko: It's the Great Annual War!

Saya: Great war…

Shiro: …I see. Today is the only day of the year when they're selling seven colours limited bread (Blend of popular breads Yakisoba, Cream, Korokke, Chocolate, Strawberry jam, Sukiyaki and Curry, that sold once a year in school), right?

Saya: Seven colours limited bread?

Shiro: Yakisoba bread, Cream bread, Korokke bread, Chocolate bread, Strawberry Jam, Sukiyaki, Curry bread…

Shiro: Bread that is a blend of these seven is only sold once a year.

Saya: That doesn't sound very tasty…

Kuroh: I agree.

Shiro: Sure, everyone says that at first, but when you eat it, it tastes really good.

Saya: Have you ever eaten it, Shiro-kun?

Shiro: Uhm. But that was more than a decade ago.

Saya: I see, so long ago…

Saya: …Eh, so long ago!?

Shiro: Huh? Did I say something strange?

Saya: Uhm. A decade ago…

Shiro: …That's bad.

Saya: How old are you, Shiro-kun?

Shiro: I'm 17 years old forever~ Just kidding. Huh, those over there…

Mikoto: Fuaaa…

Totsuka: King, wake up.

Mikoto: Ahh, I get it.

Totsuka: Limited bread, let's win it.

Mikoto: …Let's get this over with.

Munakata: Fushimi-kun. This day has finally arrived.

Munakata: In the past, I didn't go there myself because the bread was covered in red bean paste (anco). This time we're going to get the freshly-backed limited bread.

Fushimi: …Why do I have to go too…?

Munakata: Whoa…I knew they'd show up.

Fushimi: You mean the Red club?

Munakata: Yeah. Fufu…This is getting more and more interesting.

Saya: The heads of the Red and Blue clubs…

Shiro: If those two are here, then Neko's right, it's going to be a war. I think both of them will use their abilities.

Saya: In a place with so many students?

Shiro: Those two are like water and oil. When things heat up, it wouldn't matter what's going on around them.

Kuroh: These guys totally annoying. So what are we going to do?

Shiro: You're right…Want to challenge them?

Choice: [I want to challenge them!] ❤

Saya: (If there are so many people here, perhaps the bread Shiro-kun was talking about is really delicious)

Saya: I want to challenge them!

Shiro: Ahaha, thanks for the good reply. Well, let's do our best.

Choice: [I'd better not…]

Saya: I don't think we should. It would be awful to get caught up in a fight between the Red and the Blue club's…

Shiro: But we only get to eat it once a year, you know? Aren't you interested?

Saya: That's… *belly growling noises*

Saya: …Ah!

Shiro: Fufu-. Your belly seems to be very interested.

Shiro: We have nothing to lose. …Kuro.

Shiro: As head of the club, I order you to protect her and buy the bread.

Kuroh: It's not a firm order, but…I'll do it.

Saya: Eh, I'm going too?

Shiro: Uhm. It would be boring to be a spectator. Well, go on.

Saya: So many people…It's going to be sold out before I even get to the sales floor!

Kuroh: It's not a problem. …Hold on tight to me.

Saya: We floated in the sky…!

Kuroh: This is not floating. It's manipulating space to move.

Saya: …Like a teleport?

Kuroh: Close to that.

Kuroh: I'll guard the front of the sales floor. You take the lead. Hurry up!

Saya: U-Uhm. Excuse me, limited bread please!

Saya: …I bought it, Kuro-kun!

Kuroh: Great. Now, let's retreat quickly.

Mikoto: I won't let you.

Kuroh: Agh…!

Mikoto: Seems like that's the last one. If you don't want to get hurt, leave it.

Saya: The head of the Red club…

Munakata: Suoh Mikoto. I'm not impressed that you're threating a student.

Munakata: That bread will be confiscated by the Blue club.

Kuroh: …Damn it! We'll never give it up to either of you! It belongs to us, the Silver club. Let's go, hold on!

Fushimi: …Tsk.

Saya: (He threw a knife!?)

Kuroh: …Tsk, even though there are many ordinary students.

Saya: (What should I do? It's so scary…!)

Kuroh: Agh, your ability…We're falling, hold on!

Saya: Eh….Kyaaa!

Saya: …Ah.

Kuroh: Are you all right?

Saya: Uhm, I'm fine. Because Kuro was underneath me.

Fushimi: It would have been better if he had covered the bread, too.

Saya: Fushimi-kun…

Munakata: It's all in the sand. The Silver club can have it.

Fushimi: Captain, the other team captured some.

Munakata: Is that so. Well, let's go back to the club room.

Shiro: It's a shame about the bread. But don't worry about it. If not this year, there's always next year.

Saya: Uhm. You're right. I hope I can eat it next year.

Kuroh: …

Saya: Kuro-kun, what's wrong?

Kuroh: …When I was about to leave from that place, my ability was erased.

Saya: Uhm. Fushimi-kun is amazing, I can't believe he can do something like that.

Kuroh: No, that's not his ability. …It has nothing to do with the Red or the Blue club.

Kuroh: That's…Konohana. It's your power.

Saya: Eh…really?

Kuroh: No doubt. The power dissolved from contact with you.

Saya: My power…

Saya: (Why…because I was scared at that time?)

Saya: I don't know how that happened…Sorry.

Kuroh: Don't apologize. You are not the only one who did this. If I wasn't so untrained, I could have used your power.

Saya: That's not your fault, Kuro-kun…

Neko: You're all terrible! You left Wagahai behind!

Saya: S-Sorry, Neko-chan. …Eh.

Saya: What's with that large amount of bread!

Neko: Thanks to Wagahai's amazing ability, the bread was taken away from the Blue club!

Kuroh: It's called stealing…You really are a thieving cat.

Neko: Wha-at? If you say so, I won't give it to you!

Kuroh: …I take my words back. Good work.

Neko: Fufu-fu. Shiro, I'm glad your tactic worked out.

Shiro: Uhm. Thanks for your hard work, Neko.

Saya: What's tactic, Shiro-kun?

Shiro: A diversionary tactic…I guess that's what they call it. While you guys were drawing attention, I asked Neko to get it for me.

Shiro: I didn't think she would steal it, but…All's well that ends well!

Saya: Shiro-kun, amazing…

Kuroh: Really, an inedible one.

Saya: (Somehow I have a different ability again…What in the world is my power?)

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#k project #gakuen k #gakuen k wonderful school days #otome translation #yatogami kuroh #isana yashiro #neko #totsuka tatara #suoh mikoto #munakata reisi #fushimi saruhiko #shiro has never been so close to failure xD

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linglinginjapan · 1 month

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Lørdag 17. Mars: Totoro’s forest og Kurosuke’s House.

Ifølge værmeldingen skulle det bli opp til 20 grader i dag, så tenkte at vi måtte utnytte været på best mulig måte samtidig som at jeg fikk krysset av noe på bucket-listen min for de gjenstående månedene jeg har her.

Hvem skulle trodd at under en time unna der vi bor ligger Totoro’s skog, pluss Kurosuke’s hus. Hiro (vertsmoren) og Fuminori (vertsfaren) lagde nydelig piknik lunsj til oss, før vi satte fot mot målet. Det vil si tog og buss.

Har fra i fjor tenkt at jeg ville dra hit, så fin tid å dra nå mens myggen fortsatt sover. Insekten var umulig å unngå.

Mega Totoro! Rørte borti han. Han var laget av plastikk, som en stikkball.

Vi hjalp til med å vanne de de nedhuggede trestokkene, men aner ikke hvorfor man trenger å venne trestokker.

Innsiden av huset.

Familiebilde! ❤️

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itsuki-minamy · 4 months

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Neko: Merry Christmas! Wagahai is here! I'm hungry~♡

Kuro: Hi everyone~ I brought you homemade cookies~

Shiro: I want them all! Cookies made with love by my beloved Kuro~♡

Kuro: What do you mean, "your beloved Kuro"?

Neko: Kurosuke is Shiro's dog and Wagahai is Shiro's cat~♡

Kuro: ......

Izumo: That sounded really weird if you think about it.

Seri: -She blushed-

Anna: Huh? -She does not understand-

Totsuka: I think he means that they are...

Izumo: Don't say it!

Kuro: ......

-The other nuis recover from the hangover-

#k #k project #k stories #iwafune tenkei #zenjo gouki #mishakuji yukari #domyoji andy #sukuna gojo #akiyama himori #kamamoto rikyo #totsuka tatara #kushina anna #seri awashima #kusanagi izumo #neko #isana yashiro #yatogami kuro

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thatphantomtroupelady · 5 months

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675- Part 11 (Questions)

Just In Case: no, this fanfic is not pedophilic in any sense. It is meant to predominantly portray the found family trope and the relationship is written with only that in mind.

Canon Characters: Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Porter, implied other phantom troupe members

He was bound to a chair, hands tied behind his back.

With a frown, he slowly opened his heavy eyes. A small light bulb hanging from the ceiling illuminated the stuffy room-- a classic interrogation set-up. A short man in dark baggy clothes, with a skull crest bandana covering his face, glared at him over his book.

675 strengthened his aura, eyes trained on the stranger. One quick move and he could easily dislocate his way out of the ropes.

"Sit still." His voice was harsh and raspy, unflinchingly hostile. "Chrollo will be back soon."

675's insides curled. Could he even beat the man? No... He needed to gather information first. "Who are you?"

The man snickered. "You sure you wanna know? You won't be able to forget." After a pause, he continued. "We are the phantom troupe, ever heard?"

675 shook his head.

The man hummed in disapproval. "You ever left the lab?*

"No."

"Why?" With that, the man simply turned back to the book, menacing aura left slithering aimlessly around the room. Did he even expect an answer?

An hour passed without event. 675 kept his eyes closed, trying to salvage some more sleep but to no avail. His restless mind kept jumping to one question after the other, heart thudding in his chest. Who was the man who knew his name? Had he brought him here? Why had he left him with this man? When would he return? Had the lab been completely destroyed? Was everyone really dead? Had he-

With a soft creak, the door opened. The stranger suddenly retracted all his aura and stood up, putting his book somewhere in his robes. It was clear he respected the newcomer.

The boy held a hopeful smile. It was the raven-haired man with Christmas earrings! He glanced his way before addressing the other. "Feitan, I told you to keep him unrestrained."

The stranger-- Feitan-- narrowed his eyes, quietly moving to untie him. 675's breath shuddered as he felt his ice-cold skin make contact. Was he a vampire?

As soon as he felt the ropes go loose, 675 leapt up, one arm outstretched. Just when his palm was only inches away from the glaring man-- just one touch away-- raven-hair grabbed his wrist, slamming him back down onto the chair. 675 gasped.

He couldn't pull himself away. The grip on his wrist was tight-- too tight. All air of friendliness has vanished from the space, leaving hostile aura snarling in its place. "675, do you want me to regret trusting you?"

A surge of rebellion rose up inside of him, yet instantly quelled by his name. "No." He replied quietly.

Letting go, the man loudly dragged the now-empty chair next to him and sat down. "We are the phantom troupe-- the Spider-- and I'm the head. You will not, under any circumstances, attempt to attack me or any of the other Spiders. He extended a hand, face unreadable. "My name is Chrollo Lucilfer. But you shall address me as Boss, yes?"

675 took his hand, shaking it with a weak grip. "Yes."

"Good. Are you hungry?"

Hungry? No. He had enough left in himself to survive.

Without waiting for an answer, he continued. "Answer three of my questions, and I'll let you eat whatever you wish to. Clear?"

"Yes."

"Question one, what is your nen ability?"

675 weighted his options. He couldn't lie but withholding information was fair game. "Kurosuke." He mumbled half-heartedly. "They are... shadow friends of sorts."

"Demonstrate."

Putting his palms together, 675 took a deep inhale. Picture. He had to picture it. With a soft exhale, he slowly drew his hands away from each other, unnatural shadows swirling around between them. A curl of his fingers and the shadow turned more opaque, settling down into a fluffy sphere-- with long thin limbs and wide cartoony eyes.

The creature began to blink, scratching its head.

"Looks stupid." Feitan jabbed sullenly. "What does it do? Dance?"

The boy flicked his wrist. Eyes widening, the creature made a swift jump. Mere inches away from Feitan's disgusted face, the white in the eyes expanded to swallow the black whole, and without a sound-

Aura burst out of the creature, sending nen shockwaves through the air. Feitan let out a small 'oh', taking a step back. His bandana disintegrated in a moment, the very particles bursting apart. Had he not protected his body with nen, his face would have been left disfigured at the least.

Feitan smiled sardonically. "Still stupid."

The boy pushed his palms together once more, lips pressed into a tight sneer.

"675," Chrollo's clear voice sliced through his determination, "under no circumstances, are you to attack any of the Spiders."

675 released his aura. "You asked me to demonstrate."

"I didn't ask you to attack." He hated the hardness in his voice. "You should know your actions have consequences. Aren't you going to apologize?"

The boy stared at him, a wave of emotions flowing through him. He didn't know whether to like or despise the man, but hate always felt easier than love. "He isn't hurt." He glared at Feitan.

"You did attempt to hurt him. Plus you owe him for the bandana now." Chrollo's aura turned sour. "Apologize."

"No."

Feitan smirked. "675, apologize."

675 blinked. "I'm sorry."

"Huh." His smile widened. "Aren't you an obedient little puppy."

675 stayed silent.

Chrollo sighed softly. "Question two, why did you destroy the lab."

"I didn't do it-"

"I didn't ask that. We know you did. Answer. The. Question. Why did you destroy the lab."

675's head hurt. He didn't want to think about that. "I'm not hungry." He pulled his knees to his chest. "I can eat later."

Feitan cracked his wrist, aura flaring. "Let me-"

"No." Chrollo stood up, pushing back the chair. "It's my fault. I'm putting you under too much pressure." He extended a hand, a friendly smile donning his suddenly charming face. "Come. I'll have you meet everyone, hm? Would you like that?"

The boy's eyes widened. "Mhm." He nodded with a small cautious smile.

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