#rampo edogawa

[kittydied0-o]

HER ME OUT... BSD MEN (expecially dazai), WITH LIKE A VERY 'WIERD' S/O LIKE SOMEONE WHO EVERYONE CONCIDERS AS WIERD AND SOMEONE WHOS NOT AS GOOD AT SOCIALIZING W8TH PEOPLE THEY DONT KNOW SOMEONE WHOD LIKE ACCIDENTLY SMASH THEIR HEAD ON A PIPE AND THE JUST CONTINUE WALKING TO NOT BOTHER ANYONE💥💥💥🙏

What was that...?

Chuuya x dazai x atsushi x akutgawa x Fyodor x nikolai x sigma x Poe x Rampo X reader ! SEPARATE !

Warnings: none :p

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Tysm for this request anonnie 💞

An: I forgot what the subject for this samu was like halfway through. Erm

[onekeii]

The World's Greatest Poker Player

Day 4: Playing board games | "I have no regrets." Bungou Stray Dogs: Ranpo Edogawa x Fem!Reader Warnings/Genre: fluff, suggestive but no smut, not proof read Word count: 1,152 Summary: Ranpo’s Ultra Deduction and your reality altering luck ability go head to head. AN: whether or not the twist towards the end is real, or ranpo allows it, is up to you. p.s. the flop, the turn, and the river refer to stages of a poker game

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With so many people working at the Agency now, the boss greenlit the idea to host a Christmas party in the office. After all, what else was a gang of stray dogs going to do, with nowhere to go, on Christmas Day?

Each desk was set with a different board or card game - Monopoly, Uno!, Catan, Cluedo… There would have been space for Scrabble, but Kunikida insisted his desk was not to be touched. He did not leave its side all night, watching innocent bystanders from behind his misted glasses. 

You tried each of the games once, but strategy wasn’t your strong suit. You won one game of Uno! and lost at all the other board games - the ones where luck was not the only important factor in winning. Heavily, you fall into one of the couches in the corner, letting yourself sink far into its worn cushions. Dazai was watching from the opposite couch with an unreadable expression.

He throws a standard pack of playing cards on the table between you. That would have been enough to convince you, but of course, this was Dazai. Sparks were practically shooting from his head, “I’ve always wondered - can you beat The World’s Greatest Detective, bella?”

With a tut and a flick of your hair, you stride over to your colleagues playing Scrabble at your desk, and motion for them to move to the floor. Atsushi was not going to say no to you. With their tiles carefully replicated in the middle of the office’s green-tiled floor, you pull the poker set out of your top drawer - the one Dazai took the cards from. 

The World’s Greatest Detective, aka Edogawa Ranpo, needed no convincing from Dazai, he sat at the other side of your desk in an instant, his eyes following your nimble hand movements as you distributed the poker chips between you evenly. “Does anybody else want to join?” You called out to the rest of the room. They all shook their heads; now was the time to watch. Even you didn’t know what would happen - you wondered if Ranpo did?

Your special ability was Good Luck. It didn’t always work in the way you wanted, but it got you to where you were today. Before joining the agency, you had made a living in casinos and then by playing poker professionally. Not once, in your life, have you ever lost a game. But facing off against the world’s smartest man (sorry, detective) left you stiff in your chair. He can’t read minds or break through poker faces, but he was your boyfriend too - he knew every single face you could make like the back of his hand. Chances are that your luck, your reality-altering ability, may not save you this time. Not against the talented Ranpo. 

Twice! He’s beaten you twice now! Your chips dwindle - they’ve never done that before. Ranpo guards them nonchalantly, waving a lollipop around as he talks, “The World’s Greatest Detective really is unbeatable, huh?” he pops the sweet back into his mouth. One more time, you can’t walk away from this a total loser.

Yosano collects the cards and begins shuffling them, weaving them elegantly between her fingers. You close your eyes and exhale, turn it off, the sound of the cards slapping against each other is like music to your ears, give me something terrible. The last, and only, time you ever turned your luck off truly was terrible. Fukuzawa restrained it in you, a poor attempt to stop you from ‘swindling’ patrons at casinos. “It’s unbecoming of a future detective,” he’d said. 

Well, you got it back two days later. Only because it became evident that you couldn’t live without it - a close call with the stairs, the lift, a car on the street. It was more trouble than it was worth, as you weren’t even able to leave the agency office - or indeed stay inside it - unharmed. 

But this would be worth it, you decided, and Ranpo wouldn’t see it coming. Fukuzawa’s theory that it helped you function was being proven once again, for you cut yourself on your cards as you picked them up and you bruised your knee on the underside of the table in your excitement. You couldn’t be unluckier. A black two, a red three. There’s no way a sane person could win with this hand. Straight lipped and dead-eyed, you stare at Ranpo over your cards. 

The flop. Both you and Ranpo are confident, you raise the bet and he matches. The turn. He hesitates when you raise your bet by a substantial amount, but pushes the same number of chips in anyway, “Call,” he mumbles.

The river. “All in,” your excitement is beating through your chest, you swallow the smile crawling onto your face. Ranpo’s too distracted by your erratic move. Surely you’ve got something good?

He contemplates for an eternity, jade eyes dart between his hand, the dealer’s hand, your face. Ranpo can’t see through you at all. This is the smart man’s dilemma, you’re beaming in your head, the most intelligent man in the world could never call such a foolish bet, no matter how good his cards were. 

“I fold,” he throws his cards face up on the table, a whine tinges his voice. 

“Ha!” You slam both hands on the table, startling Ranpo as he’s rocking on the hind legs of his chair. He quickly reaches for the desk to steady himself and looks at your measly two and three. If he just had the nerve, if he matched you at the end, he would have ruined you with the singular Ace in his deck. But he didn’t. He surrendered to you, of all people.

He huffed and crossed his arms, turning his face away from the amused laughter and chatter. “What an entertaining game!” Dazai clapped his hands together slowly, a disturbing smile spreading across his face.

“Anytime,” you bow to them all with exaggerated hand movements, relief washed over you as you felt luck, pure gold, returning to your veins.

Ranpo sulked all the way home. Not a single word, not a single sweet eaten, not a single brush of his fingers against yours. Just him trailing two paces behind while you still basked in the glory of your dramatic win.

Click! The front door of your shared apartment shuts behind you, there’s no time for you to lock it as Ranpo takes both your wrists in one hand and pins them above your head. He locks you in place with a knee between your legs, pushing up just enough to make you whimper.

Your boyfriend leans forward and whispers in your ear, “I’m gonna punish you for showing me up in front of everyone like that.” He presses his leg higher again into your core, just a little; just enough to leave you wanting more.

“I have no regrets,” you grin.

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[ahuelatto]

Quick sketches of these cute boys

[dragondoodling]

All my Bungou Stray Dog Headcanons, ALL OF THEM

(more to be added)

-T4T skk (masc)

-sskk

-Rampoe

-Oda and Ango were dating 

-Dazai is touch starved

-Chuuya is touch-adverse, Dazai being an exception

-Chuuya loves supplying Dazai with all the touch he craves (just like me fr)

-Chuuya has top surgery, but not on T

-Dazai is on T, but no top surgery 

-Dazai binds with bandages (DON’T DO THIS ITS VERY BAD AND UNHEALTHY)

-Dazai and Chuuya were dating in the mafia and broke up after Dazai left

-They got back together after the truce

-Chuuya was very hurt by Dazai leaving, but they talked it out and Chuuya understands why Dazai left how he did

-Dazai and Chuuya live together

-Chuuya has central heterochromia 

-Chuuya’s corruption marks are always visible, albeit very faint when not active

-Chuuya’s manga hair color is his natural color, occasionally dying it ginger

-Chuuya has intervened and stopped multiple of Dazai’s attempts 

-Dazai does Chuuya’s nails

-Dazai doesn’t self harm (he dislikes pain)

-Dazai actually has abnormally low pain tolerance, but has learned to hide it in the mafia

-Dazai has autism, which is why he struggles with showing his emotions, but trauma (Mori) has led him to believe it’s because he isn’t human

-Dazai has severe medical trauma and outright refuses to enter Yosano’s office/clinic

-Dazai has mistaken Yosano for Mori on particularly bad days

-Dazai is NOT allowed on the roof of the agency without someone else there

-Dazai is blind in his right eye

-This is from @asingleflyingfuck but Dazai has alexithymia

-Within the ADA, Dazai is the closest with Rampo

-Dazai and Rampo play video games together, both enjoying Danganronpa

-Rampo and Poe don’t live together (yet)

-Rampo and Poe are both autistic 

-Rampo is also ADHD

-Rampo is farsighted, which was the original reason Fukuzawa bought the glasses

-Rampo is legally adopted by Fukuzawa (all the minors that join the agency are)

-Poe is blind

-Karl is a seeing eye raccoon that guides him like ratatouille

-Trans masc Akutagawa 

-Akutagawa isn’t on T or have top surgery due to his health issues

-Akutagawa has haphephobia

-Atsushi chuffs (tiger equivalent of purring)

-Atsushi has been legally adopted by Dazai (He doesn’t know)

-Atsushi has schizophrenia

-Kunikida has OCD

-Everyone has some form/amount of PTSD

Posts of headcanons I like:

This is what I was saying about Rampo’s poor eyesight:

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Side B Round 2 Match 8

Propaganda:

Ranpo -

"Picks up a bunch of things that other people don’t notice which made him feel really alone as a kid. Then this old man (he’s like in his 20s) walks into his life, basically adopts him and tells Ranpo that he’s smarter than everyone else and they’re just stupid. Founds a detective agency just to put this guy’s intelligence to good use. Ranpo can solve a crime in under a minute but cannot use public transportation. My favorite boy."

Masayoshi -

"Has a special interest in superheroes and has a huge collection of superhero merchandise and can recite his favorite superhero movie word for word along with all of the fight choreography. Became incredibly apathetic throughout high school after finding out superheroes aren't real. His dream to be a superhero is so strong that it literally alters the world and causes aliens to invade earth so he can be a superhero."

[vinylbiohazard]

absolutely adore that this man's reasoning for not being a terrorist isn't 'i wouldn't do those things ;(' and instead 'if i were a terrorist, i wouldn't get caught, dumb bitch'

[dwg666]

An unplanned first kiss

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Ranpo x Reader

Y/N uses she/her pronouns.

Content Warning- none x just fluff

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Y/N paced back and forth, her heart pounding with each step. She could feel her nerves rising as the clock ticked closer to the moment Ranpo would head out on his next mission. It wasn’t that she doubted his skills — he was, after all, “the best” — but something about the thought of him going out there alone made her anxious.

“Ranpo, are you sure you’re ready?” Y/N asked, her voice tinged with worry. “Have you got everything? Your glasses?”

Ranpo, lounging comfortably at his desk, grinned up at her. “Yeah, I’ve got everything, cupcake~” he teased, clearly unbothered.

Her fingers curled around the edge of the table as she bent down to look at him more closely. “Your phone?” she asked again, her concern growing.

“Yes, Dearest,” he replied, his voice as lighthearted as ever. He reached over to grab his phone, tapping the screen for a moment. “See? All set.”

Y/N was about to ask about the rest of his things when she caught herself, trying to calm the nagging feeling in her stomach. She sighed, but before she could say anything else, Ranpo stood up and placed a finger gently on her lips.

“Yes, I have everything. And i’ll make it back to you. I always will, okay?” his voice now soft, but also reassuring.

And then, before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips pressing softly against hers. It was quick, and unexpected, but it was enough to stop Y/N in her tracks. She blinked, wide-eyed, as she pulled back.

“You just kissed me,” she murmurs , trying to process what had just happened. Her mind was spinning, and her cheeks were flushed.

Ranpo shrugged casually, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. “Well, you wouldn’t stop worrying,” he said, as if it were the most logical thing in the world. “Now you know I’m fine. And besides, it was easier than listening to you talk about it for the hundredth time.”

Y/N’s heart was still racing, but her worry began to fade, replaced by something else she couldn’t quite name. Maybe it was the kiss, or maybe it was the way he always knew how to make her feel better, even in the most unexpected ways.

“Well, if you’re the greatest, I suppose I’ll have to let you go,” she said, trying to act composed, though her voice was a little shaky.

Ranpo smiles and reached for his coat. “Don’t worry too much, Y/N. I’ll be back before you know it. And next time, maybe I’ll kiss you again… if you keep up all that worrying.”

Y/N blinked, still feeling the warm sensation from his kiss lingering on her lips. “Maybe I will,” she replied, her heart now warm, fuzzy.

And with that, Ranpo left, his confident stride telling her that he was more than ready for whatever the mission would throw his way. But as she stood there, a small smile tugged at her lips, knowing that, somehow, everything felt just a little bit better.

[chaosvv]

[minugasakuranohana]

Rampo and child!Yosano were playing The Lion King before Fukuzawa found it out)

She said the name of Fukuzawa's ability :з

[as3artistasdodj]

Outro desenhozitcho, BSD é muito bommmm, comentem, plsss, gosto de olhar e responder comentários-🇧🇬🍡

[kozv-ken]

hi ranpoe nation do you often think about how edgar and rampo both pictured themselves on the floor with the other towering above them when recounting their first meeting??? like??? idk how to explain it but that's some fruity shit!! i fucking love those guys sm!!!

[kittydied0-o]

HELLO!!! requesting that we went on a shopping spree without letting the bsd men know and we used his credit card? 🤭🤭 THANK YOU IN ADVANCE IF YOU DO THIS REQUEST :3

Why am i in so much debt.

Dazai x atsushi x akutgawa x Fyodor x nikolai x sigma x Poe x Rampo X chuuya x reader

! SEPARATE !

warnings: none ;⁠)

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An: woah. Why am I not making Samus? Answer: I rlly don't know BUT today I woke up in a good mood and made this I'll probably try and make another one or two today if that doesn't end up happening I'm so very sorry! And this was so fun to make ! I'm probably gonna turn off my requests for a little just so I can get on top of my current ones. and I hope everyone has a lovely day!

[onekeii]

Little sweet

Day 5: Cookies | "That definitely looks... interesting?" Bungou Stray Dogs: Ranpo Edogawa x GN!Reader Warnings/Genre: fluff, imagine Word count: 441 AN: definitely NOT based off that time i fcked up cookies for my boyfriend

Imagine you’re working on Christmas Day - it’s bothersome, but someone’s gotta do it. Crime doesn’t stop just because everyone else is on holiday. Besides, it pays extra.

Ranpo was not pleased with the idea. He made you late by clinging to your leg and pinning you to the bed that morning. You were only able to wriggle free when you promised to bake his favourite cookies when you got home.

It was a ridiculously easy recipe, and you had perfected making it all within just twenty minutes, thanks to how often your boyfriend ate them.

Days off were always spent with Ranpo slumped over the kitchen counter, scrambling for cookie dough remains from the bowl while you carefully peeled the baked goods off the tray.

So, in the spirit of Christmas, Ranpo tried his hand at baking them himself. He found your handwritten book of all your favourite recipes and said to himself, “This can’t be too difficult.” Besides, he’d seen you do it a hundred times.

When you burst through the front door, nose red and hair littered with snow, you did NOT expect to be greeted by the blaring fire alarm, or by Ranpo frantically waving the oven gloves around the little machine to silence it.

Smoke and burnt sugar wafted past you. You sigh, unphased only because work had already done you in enough today, and ask, “What happened?”

“I tried to bake the cookies…” he trailed off, moving himself in front of the smoky oven tray and obscuring it from your view. He’s frowning and pouting like a dog being scolded, tail curled between its legs, you can almost see big floppy ears drooping over his eyes.

He quickly steps aside when you approach, assessing the damage.

Usually a sweet gold-brown when you baked them, Ranpo’s cookies had been flattened into the tray, brown in the middle and black around the edges. 

You can’t contain your laughter, but you know he really tried. You finally settle on saying something more ambiguous, “That definitely looks… interesting? What happened?”

“I added more sugar because I thought they could be sweeter,” he explained nonchalantly, “then I doubled the heat because ten minutes was just too long to wait!”

“Pftt,” you giggle, leaning forward to plant a quick kiss on his lips, “It was a courageous attempt, Ranpo. Let’s try again, shall we?”

In a clean bowl, you guide his every movement, measuring the ingredients precisely together and scolding him when he tipped a little more sugar in than needed.

Finally, with your supervision, you got to enjoy the cookies you promised after all. Even if they were a little sweet.

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[rampo-obsession]

Uh I'm dead

Nvm I'm alive

[savasavva]

i think a lot about ada!chuuya AU recently

chuuya in ada while dazai in mafia.. oda is alive so don't pity him

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Side B Round 1 Match 15

Propaganda:

Kaito -

"Can we please vote for the blue man and his cool scarf. Please.

Look at this man's face. He has autism swag, AND he's blue AND he sings! He's friends with Hatsune Miku, and he lives in your computer!! (Maybe).

He's the first male Vocaloid to be developed, and when first released he was considered a 'failure' due to the fact that he was not as popular as his female counterpart. This has changed since, and he is now more popular!!"

Ranpo -

"He's a narcissistic man-child, but you can't help but love him anyway. He really grows on you after you start getting into his tragic backstory of being an orphan at 14, then getting kicked out of the police academy for being too smart. The anime all but says he's autistic, with his adopted father figure acknowledging that Ranpo is much more intelligent than most people, and sees the world very differently."