#weeeps

makoto had sayaka, aoi had sakura, i somehow don't think hiro had a dedicated group of friends, kyoko, byakuya and toko were all loners.

domino’s local fudanshi,

this is a joke doujinshi concept??? so for context, I have two ocs inspired by pupship (KJ/KaiJou) and one of them, Setsuya, the tol with lots of violet is a massive fudanshi and makes a living off drawing puppyshipping asdfcdsdvd. ANywAys. 

People are asking for translations so here it is:

Title: MY RIVAL IS A FUDANSHI!

Second image: 

Setsuya: YAY!!!! I’m so happy!!!! Kaiba-Kun, you’re so cool!!! Jounouchi-Kun, you’re so cute!!! 

Katsuto: TCH (How about you stop thinking about KJ for once and actually duel me...)

-Character Bios-

Katsuto Jouba

17, tsundere, ill tempered. Setsuya’s rival. Uses Violet Eyes Grey Dragon like Setsuya and wants to prove that he’s the most worthy.  But Setsuya would rather draw/publish doujinshi than duel...

Kaijou Setsuya

aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA I GOT HIM

Chuuya sleeping next to Dazai and Dazai just having an inner monologue on how long his lashes are and how beautiful he is (or vice versa)

@fujiwara-reiko oKAY BUT LIKE FUCK ME, DUDE

Of course it happens during a small vacation while they’re both still partners. It’s probably one of Dazai’s favorite things, feeling the weight of the smaller man against his chest, how easy it is for him to just forget the world they live in while he trails his fingers through sunshine orange hair, the sleekness of it a testament to exactly how vain his petite mafia really is. 

And he’d make it a point to count the very faint freckles dotting along the bridge of his nose, making a wish of adoration to each and every one and secretly trying not to be envious of the angels that left them there. Of course he’d have to count every beautiful long lash that spreads across pale cheeks, the way his face relaxes when he isn’t too busy scowling and trying to put up a front... How sleeping takes years off of his appearance... Doesn’t have frown lines, his forehead his smooth... eyes not crinkled in a glare... 

And his lips, Probably one of Dazai’s favorite things. So plush and pink... Kissable as he softly breathes... Makes him want to try and steal his breath away when he’s unaware. And he’s just so damn small compared to himself, short legs tangled with his own, small fist gripping his shirt as if he’s subconsciously afraid he’s going to leave him. He wouldn’t be wrong, but Dazai wouldn’t have the heart to tell him that... because there can’t be anything like this. Not in their lifetime, not with their lifestyle... Best to play it casual and just bask in the moments like this....