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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MOST INFLUENTIAL ALBUM OF THE MODERN AGE
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littencloud9 · 33 minutes
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i will die without routine. also this routine is killing me
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littencloud9 · 35 minutes
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“I could see it in your eyes.” + souheki!!
beast!souheki because i have worms in brain
"I could see it in your eyes, you know," Ranpo says.
It's pointless. He knows that. There's something haunted in Dazai's eyes; he's planning something bigger than Ranpo, bigger than Dazai himself. He's giving his all for that, and there's no stopping, there's no changing his mind. Ranpo had no plans of trying, either way.
Ranpo always knew this (them) meant nothing.
Still.
"Do you expect me to apologize?" Dazai asks, and that makes Ranpo laughs. It feels performative, empty.
"I don't expect anything from you," they reply.
And then, in an action that feels nothing but contradictory, they take one of their hands to the bandage covering Dazai's eye.
When they try to take it off, Dazai lets them. He blinks slowly at him when the bandage falls, dark brown eyes finding Ranpo's green ones, and it feels like he's seeing him from the first time.
And that's enough.
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littencloud9 · 3 hours
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i glance at my tumblr mutual reblogging from me again.. blushes and looks away..... my trasured mutual, you mysterious and charming being.....what are we? i hope... maybe someday, we could be something more... something like..discord friends
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littencloud9 · 5 hours
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work hard on that extra credit❓🤨 / sketch
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littencloud9 · 8 hours
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MORIARTY THE PATRIOT - Albert James Moriarty
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littencloud9 · 8 hours
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MEOWWW
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littencloud9 · 9 hours
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while on the topic of kunizai do you have any art to share pwetty pwease 🥺🥺🤲🏼🤲🏼
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had to dig through some really old files for this one but fortunately i do have smt to offer even if it is a rly badly lined sketch‼️ god i miss them sm :((
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littencloud9 · 9 hours
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Anybody want to play hangman with me? Here's the word: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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littencloud9 · 9 hours
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The funniest and most underutilized thing in BSD is the language barrier and I will die on this hill.
Imagine… You are F. Scott Fitzgerald and you didn’t bother to learn Japanese before coming to Japan to search for the book (why would you care to) and all the sudden these two seemingly teenagers manifest out of buttfuck nowhere and are rapidly arguing in Japanese to each other.
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And you realize that you have to communicate your intentions to these two people who speak a language you didn’t bother to learn.
IMAGINE A VERY INTENSE GAME OF CHARADES ACROSS THE MOBY DICK AS SSKK AND FITZGERALD TRY TO COMMINUCATE WITH A MASSIVE LANGUAGE BARRIER.
Fitzgerald whips out Google Translate and Akutagawa and Atsushi stare at each other and try to figure out what the fuck he’s trying to say to them. Meanwhile, all he’s trying to say it “I will kick your asses.”
EVEN BETTER, Akutagawa knows some English because of the Mafia and has to play reluctant translator between Atsushi (who probably wasn’t taught anything at the orphanage) and Fitzgerald.
Atsushi: Tell him that I’m gonna kick his ass
Akutagawa: I don’t know how to say ‘ass’ in English.
OR
Fitzgerald: YOU TWO ARE DEAD!!
Atsushi: What’s he saying?
Akutagawa: Something about death??
I’m not a language expert so someone can come in here at any time and gimme stuff, but this concept is endlessly funny to me and is the most underutilized part of this fandom.
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littencloud9 · 9 hours
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SOUHEKI. DIES. with uhmmm "you're late." and/or "are you being serious?"
beast souheki. for you <3
"You're late."
Ranpo looks at him over their shoulder. He's expressionless as ever, sitting at the edge of the bed with his legs crossed. He's taken out his coat and scarf already, left them neatly discarded in a corner of the room.
Ranpo takes off their own coat, too. "I was busy."
He hums and doesn't ask any questions. Ranpo likes him a bit because of that. They know everything they need about each other—Ranpo definitely knows enough to understand why this is a bad decision to make.
He undoes the buttons of his shirt, walking over to where Dazai is sitting, and runs a hand through his hair. He tenses imperceptibly, and it gives Ranpo a misguided sense of control. They're smart, they know there's no way they're in control of this situation, but when they tangle their fingers in his hair and pulls his head back, Dazai smiles lightly and Ranpo decides he can play this game.
He knows this will be short-lived. There are two things he noticed soon: there is no way he can be a part of Dazai's life in any way that matters, and this story will end in blood.
Ranpo knows he won't be there to see it. Leaning down to place a kiss on his lips, he thinks that, in reality, it doesn't matter.
and regular souheki next
"Are you being serious?" Dazai asks, blinking.
Ranpo blinks back. "Yeah?"
Dazai lowkey wants to set himself on fire.
"You don't need to sound so surprised," Ranpo adds. He's not even looking at him, eyes open but fixed on the TV screen. "I mean, you're a smart one, aren't you? Sure you knew by now that I lo—"
Dazai shushes them, slapping their shoulder repeatedly. He must be blushing from his neck to the tips of his ears. He doesn't need to hear that again.
Ranpo lets out a little ouch before turning to him. Dazai searches for his cane to get up and run away, but Ranpo is faster and drops themself over him, making both of them fall to the couch.
"I love you! I love you!" he singsongs.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up—" Dazai insists, trying and failing to take them off of him. Ranpo laughs.
"Won't you say it back?"
"No! Gross!"
"Shaaaame. Love you, still."
"I'm going to kill myself and leave a note with only your name on it."
"How romantic. Won't you kiss me at least?"
"No. Don't say what you're—"
"You're not going to make me stop loving you, loser," Ranpo says, sticking his tongue out at him.
And, yes, Dazai is sure he's going to kill himself by the end of the day.
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littencloud9 · 10 hours
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Assume you're not actively/consciously making a certain expression or hiding your emotions.
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littencloud9 · 10 hours
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if you still want prompts ummm how about tachigin + “how do i look?” <3
"How do I look?"
Tachihara does a little twirl, and the skirt of the dress moves with the motion. Gin laughs softly.
"Gorgeous" they say, half joking, half serious. It does look good on him, really, though they doubts Tachihara will go out dressed like that. For now.
They walk over to him and adjusts the shoulders of his dress before standing on their tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "You said you had more clothes?"
Tachihara looks stunned for a moment, blinking, but then nods. "Oh, yes. Kouyou-san gave me some more."
Gin gestures with their hands for him to go change, so Tachihara nods and leaves. It's not lost on them the way the tips of his ears have reddened, and if that brings a smile to Gin's face, well, that's their secret.
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littencloud9 · 11 hours
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(the rest is under the cut!)
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littencloud9 · 11 hours
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i literally love ranpoe so much ❤️ theyare so cutie patootie together !!! ❤️
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littencloud9 · 11 hours
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…perhaps “Will you marry me?” + souheki 👀
"Will you marry me?"
Ranpo giggles. He didn't need any more proof that Dazai is really drunk, but that confirmed it.
"Do you want me to marry you?" he asks, playing with Dazai's hair. He's practically lying on top of Ranpo, head on his chest and arms around his waist, and that's just another proof of his drunkenness.
(Maybe it also proves other things, but he's a little drunk too and doesn't want to think about it now.)
"Mhm," Dazai nods. "A small wedding. You and me."
"I guess that kind of defeats the point of this, doesn't it?" mutters Ranpo.
They've started the game a while ago, but Ranpo really doesn't want to think about how they don't show themselves publicly like that anymore and instead have moved everything to their private lives. He doesn't think Dazai takes it seriously because Dazai doesn't take anything seriously when it comes to relationships, and Ranpo won't be the one to make the mistake of falling where it's not convenient. He is not that kind of person.
(His hand is still in Dazai's hair, and Dazai settles his head like he wants to hear his heartbeat, but Ranpo will deal with this when he's sober.)
"I'll buy you a nice ring," Dazai says, ignoring Ranpo's words. "And I won't steal from Kunikida to do it."
Ranpo hums. "Oh, you're serious," he jokes.
"Yep~." Dazai pulls away from him a little, just enough to be able to give him a kiss on the chin. "Will you?"
Ranpo thinks about it for a second. "If you ask me again when you don't smell so much like sake, maybe I'll think about it."
That seems to placate Dazai, because he nods and settles back on his chest. He falls sound asleep a few minutes later, and Ranpo has to maneuver to escape from his in his arms. Leaving Dazai's apartment feels a little like running away.
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littencloud9 · 11 hours
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"you're a liar" + kunichuu =)
i debated really hard on what direction to take this bc writing angst makes ME sad. so have some fluff—
“You’re a liar!” Chuuya proclaims the moment they walk through the door like they own the Agency. The only other person in the office is Atsushi, and he doesn’t even look up. “A stinking, dirty little liar!”
Kunikida grimaces. “…What did I do?”
Chuuya walks up to him, shoving their phone in his face. Kunikida goes cross-eyed for a moment as he tries to read what’s on the screen.
It’s a photo sent by Dazai, of Kunikida hunched over his desk, doing a report. Kunikida stares at his horrible posture for a moment before turning his gaze back to Chuuya. “I don’t get it.”
Chuuya glares, hands on their hips. “You haven’t eaten.”
“Oh.” Kunikida grimaces. He had texted Chuuya earlier, promising he’ll take his lunch break in five minutes, then proceeded to forget all about it.
Now he has an angry five foot ginger in front of him, trying to burn holes in his body with their eyes.
Without any warning, Chuuya grabs onto Kunikida’s arm, tugging. Kunikida goes flying out of his seat and they drag him towards the door, stomping with each step. Atsushi still hasn’t acknowledged their presence.
“You know, if you wanted to get lunch with me so badly, you could’ve just asked,” Kunikida complains as they head down the stairs.
Chuuya throws him a warning look over their shoulder. “Do not change the topic.”
“Fine, I’m sorry!”
“Liar!”
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