kuriarare0613

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[kuriarare0613]

hi, i'm kuriarare and i write fanfics ✒️

i'm still getting used to the very idea of sharing my works with someone besides my best friends, so i'm nervous. if you have something to say about my fics – i'm right here, craving for feedback 👁️👁️

now i'm working on figure skating!AU where Chuuya is a young and kinda troublesome figure skater, and Dazai, a former skater himself and a living legend, is his trainer.

currently i have these fics translated to english:

Cheap wine (1/1 chapter, 3450 words, canon divergence)

Chuuya!!! on Ice #1 (1/1 chapter, 1864 words, figure skating!AU)

Chuuya!!! on Ice #2 (1/1 chapter, 4853 words, figure skating!AU)

translation in progress:

Chuuya!!! on Ice #3 (4/7/? chapters, figure skating!AU)

if you can read russian or comfortable with online translators, you can check my big boys here:

Chuuya!!! on Ice #2.5 (1/1 chapter, 18117 words, summer episode)

—> AO3 | Ficbook

Chuuya!!! on Ice #3 (7/? chapters, 33428 words)

—> AO3 | Ficbook

feel free to DM me or ask anything, i love to chat 👁️👁️

[kuriarare0613]

wip wednesday

the mentioned episode btw

translation of the 5th chapter in progress

As always at this time of day, the temple grounds were almost deserted. Chuuya, Kouyou, Kyouka, and Mori approached a monk behind one of the small covered stalls to buy some incense sticks. Atsushi and Ryunosuke, keeping a certain distance between them, made their way towards one of the Buddha statues. Inside the temple itself, it was dim and cool, yet still warmer than outside. Along each wall, beneath scrolls bearing the writings and images of the Masters, small candles burned in a row like little stars. A faint trail of incense smoke wafted through the air. They approached one of the altars and placed their sticks in the empty incense burners. Kouyou placed her stick behind Kyouka’s. Mori lit a splinter from one of the candles, lit his own stick, and passed it on. Chuuya lit the incense last. They all folded their hands in front of their faces. Before closing his eyes, he noticed Kyouka looking at them one by one and doing the same. “And now, just think of those who are no longer with us,” Kouyou said quietly.

[kuriarare0613]

maybe i'll write another episode of Chuuya going to shrine, but this time it will be shinto shrine and no one suffers

just fluff and fortune-telling

[kuriarare0613]

i like to jump ahead and imagine how Dazai from fs!au will be when, after all the ups and downs, he and Chuuya are finally together: at first, he’ll openly look after him from the position of the elder, because he’d never allowed himself to do that before

Chuuya, of course, won’t like that

not only because it heightens his sense of inequality between him and Dazai (Chuuya is an adult now and all that), but because he isn’t used to being looked after by anyone other than Kouyou 😭

[the-kirbe-anon-archive-deactiva]

I love dandelions!

*puts a dandelion in your hair*

Reblog to put a dandelion in prev's hair

[kuriarare0613]

Я отмечаю 10-й год своего блога Tumblr! 🥳

[henne-rick]

Small shiny chibi

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[hopelesslysoukoku]

Chuuya NEVER really celebrated Dazai leaving the Port Mafia.

First, in the past four years, Dazai had left WITHOUT telling a single word to Chuuya. That alone changes everything what “celebration” even means. that night, Chuuya was really worried. Asagiri spelled it out that Dazai hasn’t been found. CHUUYA WAS LOOKING FOR HIM, he literally SEARCHED for him until he was certain that Dazai was dead because of his suicidal tendencies.

Remember when Chuuya didn't know Dazai was the one who blew up his car? normally he would immediately think that it was Dazai, but because he thought he had gone away, he didn't suspect him. He just thought about his “death” and that's what Chuuya thought he wanted, and says he’d celebrated it.

But BONES hadn’t animated his somber expression, which parallels Dazai’s own expression during his farewell and Asagiri has also confirmed uncertainty about whether Chuuya was truly a vampire btw.

Chuuya does call Dazai when drunk, and deseperatly wants him to pick up. So if he was that sick of him and went to drink for celebration, then he probably still tried to call Dazai and wanted him to pick up the call that night, huh? And Chuuya probably only calls dazai his ex-partner not because he’s a traitor but bc he thought he’s dead. dazai is also mentioned being his "ex best friend" :)

Plus, Dazai talks about knowing Chuuya for seven years (they’ve only been partners for 3 years). and out of all the things Chuuya complains about (like how Dazai calls him short, or the constant annoyance). so how did Chuuya celebrate how great it was to not be dazai’s partener anymore when he never rejects the framing of still being called Dazai’s partner and knowing each-others for seven years???

[thememedaddy]

[kuriarare0613]

new chapter on AO3!

here's the fourth chapter of my precious Chuuya!!! on Ice #3

this one was tough and life's been busy

Perhaps Chuuya had dreamt something that night, but he couldn’t remember it. He couldn’t even open his eyes straight away when he woke up. Pull yourself together. But as soon as he did, he immediately shut his eyes tight in pain. Fuck… His head had never hurt this much before. And he didn’t even have any suitable painkillers. He had to swap his morning run for a trip to the pharmacy, and then force himself to eat just so he could take the pills. Suddenly, Chuuya realised that since he’d woken up, he hadn’t checked the time once. He hadn’t even looked at his phone. How else, you bastard! He thought when the phone wouldn’t switch on. He plugged in the charger and, as soon as the first percentage appeared on the screen, pressed the power button. A few seconds later, notifications about missed calls and new messages began popping up one after another. Bloody hell… He’d have to sort all this out. Fortunately, the day was only just beginning. Among the few missed calls from Kouyou and Yuan was one from Director Mori. Chuuya, trying to quell his mounting panic (since when had he started fearing phone calls?), was just about to call back when there was a knock at the door. He tensed up even more: he wasn’t expecting anyone, and anyway—why now of all times?! However, it was Director Mori himself who appeared in the peephole. He was standing close enough for Chuuya to make out his extremely displeased expression, yet far enough away that he wouldn’t be hit by the opening door.

[kuriarare0613]

THIS IS SO FUNNY AND RELATABLE I'M DYING

source: Cinderella Boy S2 EP 48

[that-one-raccoon]

my take on the fem! dazai appearance timeline!

[kuriarare0613]

why does ao3 want me to read the most liked f/f Hetalia fanfic?

...

i'm in

[hollow-head]

"who do you self insert as when you read?"

This is me when I read:

[kuriarare0613]

it's my first time reading Yokohama Blue and i'm almost done

this fic just broke my stupid heart i'm in tears

[kuriarare0613]

okay i have finished reading

i have no words to express how precious this story is for me

i love Ellie

[kuriarare0613]

i’ve translated the third chapter of Chuuya!!! on Ice #3

it’s special to me, both in my native language and in english

let me know what you think of it

After the night’s events, Chuuya lay in bed until nearly lunchtime. It was hard to force himself out from under the blanket, but when he finally managed it, he didn’t feel unwell at all. He took his temperature again—the usual thirty-six point eight for him. Nothing hurt, and he didn’t feel like doing anything—neither eating, nor drinking, nor moving. He could have lain there all day staring at the ceiling. Pull yourself together. Don’t want to move? Go for a run. Don’t want to leave the house? Go out and don’t come back until your head’s cleared. Need to run three kilometres? Run four, through the deepest snowdrifts. Pick up some groceries on the way back. Don’t look over your shoulder every fifty metres like a paranoid; no one’s following you. It’s just a dream. Nothing happened, Chuuya thought, standing in the shower and lathering his head with effort. Don’t want to eat? Choke on it. Do whatever you like: more sugar, more salt, stronger coffee, chew more slowly, but make sure the plate is empty and your stomach is full. Wash the dishes. And stop checking all the time when he was last online!

[kuriarare0613]

it's my first time reading Yokohama Blue and i'm almost done

this fic just broke my stupid heart i'm in tears