#izaya x masaomi

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 2

chapter 2 - Fashion Patrol

synopsis: You meet the Raira trio and take an extra special liking to a certain shy, bespectacled girl.

word count: 2,401

A/N: i make a lot of references to the reader being foreign, and easy to pick out. i write from the perspective of a black person, but i also think that it's the way that the reader dresses and acts that makes it obvious that she's not from here!

warnings: N/A

"i wanna know just how far i can go every direction seems to stretch out to no end, oh i could wait for all my life, and never feel the time was right might break or bend but some things you have to pursue,, come true - khai dreams, forrest, biskwiq, and wizard island

The clock on your bedside table shines almost obnoxiously among the darkness of your room.

6:30 AM

You heave a sigh. Your body had no business. No right. To awaken you from sweet sweet slumber like this. You blame jet lag and first day excitement.

Technically, you were here last night, but this would be your first full day! First day of watching early morning work traffic, first day of seeing foreign faces in broad daylight, first day of watching the sunrise...

That reminds you! You shimmy out from under your sheets, ignoring the cool morning air and the press of cold wooden floor against your feet. You run your fingers against the silk of the curtain, relishing in the smooth feeling before pulling it back. 

The warmth from the sun radiates onto you as light floods your room. Still mixed with deep oranges and pinks, the brightness doesn't pierce your eyes quite yet, but bathes you in serenity. The perfect wakeup call.

Father really spoiled you, landing you in an apartment like this. It was the penthouse of the building with a beautiful viewpoint. You had front row seats to the sunrise, accentuating the fluctuating skyline of the city. 

Pulling a comfy robe over your now shivering body, you slide open the door to your bedroom and descend towards the kitchen. The place looked beautiful in approaching daylight. You couldn't say that you had taken quite enough time to appreciate it last night as you stumbled into the dark space, stripped down to your undergarments and threw yourself into bed.

It was spacious, with little walls as separation. You slipped past the couch to enter the kitchen, immediately grabbing the electric kettle and filling it with water. Some tea would be the cherry on top to this peaceful morning. 

A content smile graced your lips. Hopefully the day is just as peaceful.

...

"Now, now, I'm not sure I appreciate such an accusatory tone."

Izaya's  lips curled into an unamused frown at the pointed remarks sounding from the other side of the phone.

"So little faith! So you do care about her wellbeing after all. That's quite interesting, doctor. Quite interesting indeed...Would I be correct to assume that this concern isn't purely altruistic?"

A silence, while prolonged, is not at all empty. Pure, seething animosity seemed to radiate from the small device.

"Hm? Is it still my turn to talk? Well, let me continue then. I assure you, you have nothing to worry about."

Another moment passed before a sigh could be heard on the other line. The other speaker half-heartedly apologized, embarrassed by the loss of composure.

"Just trust me to do my job."

The call was put to an end before another rebuttal was spoken.

"It's weird hearing you speak English," Namie comments from her spot at the bookshelves. She's haphazardly dusting to hide the fact that she was most definitely eavesdropping. "That man call you again?"

Izaya Orihara sighed as he spun in his chair, massaging his temples with his fingertips.

"Yes, seems to have a very particular desire as to how he wants the job done." He leans back in his desk chair, stretching out his back with his arms behind his head. "Can't blame him though, he's certainly paying a lot."

"Is money really that much of a concern for you?" Namie remarks dully, gaze flitting over the grandiose living space that the informant was able to afford. The corner of Izaya's mouth twitches into a smirk.

"The payment is simply an added bonus. This client seems insistent that this job would be... beneficial for me as well."

The woman sighs and ceases further discussion, harboring no desire to even try to fathom the man's motivation. 

...

Nighttime Ikebukuro was exciting. Thousands of glittering towers of light accent the jet black sky, somehow more alive than ever. 

Daytime Ikebukuro, however, carried it's own special charms. Those glittering towers of light are now simply tall buildings. Places of work, living spaces, and shopping centers. Those obscure faces that had blended together the night before were now distinct. You see individual pairs of eyes, mouths pulled into smiles and frowns, hair piled on top of heads or spilling down shoulders.

At night, the city came to life. During the day, the people did.

And so do their senses of style, you think happily. After your morning tea and sunrise, you fell right back asleep. An early start would have been nice, but you would hate yourself if you went out into the real world running on 6 hours of sleep. After you woke back up at a much better hour, you were ready to conquer the world!

Notepad in lap, you were now people-watching, wielding a pencil in one hand and a sweet roll in the other. You had been sitting there for at least an hour, scribbling down notes and even a few sketches of whatever information you deemed important. Patterns that seemed consistent, common cuts and fits, different color schemes. It was a Saturday afternoon, so many had swapped out their school and work uniforms for more casual clothes. Not only that, but many teens were out and about, which you were particularly happy about. They were the next generation--the future and hope of fashion as we know it!

A flash of blonde hair in your peripheral immediately caught your eye. You turned to see a trio, sitting not too far from you. They were young, not a day over high school age (which you're pretty sure is a little younger here). A black haired boy sat next to a girl with a black bob. They well complimented each other, you thought, both dressed conservatively. You liked the boy's color block jacket, you decide. Examining the girl's attire, you wonder if she's covered so thoroughly on purpose. Even under her long, hooded dress (kinda reminds you of Erika's), you could still make out her curvy, buxom frame.

Perhaps she was insecure about it. What a shame, you could picture all sorts of outfits that would do wonders with her body type.

The obtrusive blonde was donned by their third companion, another boy. Compared to the other two, this one didn't want to blend in at all. While his white hoodie and black jeans were typical of any teenage boy, his dye job combined with the shiny piercings and pocket chain (we love a king who knows how to accessorize) clearly indicated that he was a young man that needed to be seen.

Watching the three interact brought a smile to your face. They had a cute dynamic. As you return to writing notes, their conversation suddenly sounds clearer, as if moving towards you.

"Fine then! If you two lovebirds are just gonna push me out like that, I'll find a sweetheart of my own!"

So the girl and black-haired boy were in a relationship, huh? Poor blonde boy, he must feel like such a third--

"Helloooo, miss!"

You're startled by the sudden presence of someone in front of you. Your pen slips from your grip and tumbles onto the floor, eventually stopping at the feet of your new visitor. As they bend down to pick it up, the head of blonde hair is a dead giveaway as to who it was.

"Whoops! Didn't think you'd be that surprised by my dashing good looks!" He offers you the pen like it's some sort of rose. "Couldn't help but notice you making eyes at me! Name's Masaomi Kida, but you can call me the love of your life!"

He's laying it on thick and you are thoroughly amused. Still, you felt a little bad. If he was expecting you to swoon right into his arms, he was sorely mistaken.

"I'll stick with Masaomi. Sorry if I was staring, I love your sense of style!"

You couldn't tell if his surprise was because of your compliment, or you not immediately shooting him down. 

"O-oh, why thank you! Nice to know someone on this earth appreciates my taste."

You stand, feeling it was awkward to have him talk to you while you were still sitting down. He's flustered by the realization that you're taller than him. 

"Of course! Have you ever considered pairing those jeans with a more form fitting top? Oooo maybe even a nice pattern for contrast! A horizontal stripe would really broaden your shoulders."

It was a simple conversation point, you thought. Just a suggestion, one that some could even take as a compliment. Masaomi, however, just looked confused, and maybe even a bit disgruntled by the comment about his shoulders.

"Masaomi, are you bothering random women again? I thought you were just storming off for dramatic effect!"

You spot the approaching forms of Masaomi's friends. As the boy reprimands him--they must go way back--the girl eyes you with harmless interest. At your friendly smile, however, she looks away bashfully. Masaomi gasps, scandalized.

"Mikado, how could you? This is no random woman. This is my long lost friend, my lifelong companion, my dear.....what's your name?"

"(Y/N)."

"(Y/N)--woah say that again?"

"(Y/N)." You sound it out slowly, laughing at his nonsensical behavior. 

He dramatically repeats your name and while he isn't exactly right on the money, you appreciate the effort.

"You two...know each other?" The girl asks. You immediately fall in love with the soft ring of her voice. What an adorable girl!

You cut off Masaomi before he could fabricate anything else, explaining that no, you weren't a long lost lover of his, but he wasn't at all bothering you. 

"So, my identity's been revealed. How about you two? I heard that the black haired boy is Mikado, and you are...?"

Anri, you learn, is a soft spoken girl, but she has an air of attentiveness to her. You'd imagine that, if you had gone to regular school, she would be one of your classmates that always volunteers to answer questions and tutors after class.

"Anri," you repeat, testing the feeling and pronunciation of the girl's name, "I love your haircut! Y'know, I have a pair of earrings that would look absolutely darling with your bob, are your ears pierced?"

Anri raises her fingers to her unpierced ears almost contemplatively. You hope that she's considering it.

"I'm assuming this whole fashion advice habit is sorta your thing, huh?" Masaomi remarks, not bothering to hide the way he was scrutinizing your choice of dress. Eh, he could look all he wanted.

You opted for a dress today, layering it over a simple white t-shirt. Flowing just below your knee, the dress was a cute shade of pastel green, peppered with a purple floral pattern. 

"I guess you could call it that. I'm planning on studying it for the next four years, after all."

"Y-you're a college student!?" Mikado's bewilderment is cute. How old did he think you were?

"Technically no, not yet. I'm taking a gap year right now!"

You end up talking to the three students for a good while. Turns out they're all first years at Raira Academy. Mikado was recently in the same boat as you, having arrived in the city not too long ago. Masaomi, while having calmed down his advances, still continued making innocent passes at you. You pay no mind to it, assuming he was trying--and most likely failing--to make his two friends jealous.

You also find out that Mikado and Anri are not a couple. Although, the way they change color at the implication of them being together was very telling.  Oh yeah, Masaomi was definitely third-wheeling it.

"Anri, you should come over to my place sometime and we can have a sleepover!" You say right as you all decide to go separate ways. You pull up the contact screen on your phone and hand it to her.

She seems hesitant, and almost put off by this. Thankfully, she still puts her number in and hands the device back to you.

"Aw man! Totally snubbed!!" Kida groans. You don't feel guilty enough to keep yourself from laughing.

"Sorry fellas. No boys allowed!"

You send the three one last wave goodbye before they head off, happy to have met more nice people. It was fun getting to know these kids. This was the closest thing you had to interacting with people in your age group. Most of your life was spent sheltered at home and you didn't have very many memories of having friends that weren't private teachers. It was honestly a little lonely. You could only imagine how much you had missed out on...

Realizing how sunken your spirits had gotten, you forced a smile back on your face. None of that matters now. You were in the big city, and you had  already made some awesome friends! Now was a better time than ever to catch up on all of those memories.

Yeah, you decided, I'm gonna take this city by sto--

A man's voice. A vicious battlecry, oozing with rage and intensity. Through the furious growl, you can almost make out a name. 

Something speeds past you, the breeze strong enough to whisk the fabric of your dress. 

Nice jacket, you think, at the sight of a man who at that moment was basically airborne. In broad daylight, his entire form is shrouded with darkness. A dark coat over a dark top and dark pants, topped with dark hair. It's almost in slow motion, the way he ricochets off of a bench, practically flying up onto a nearby streetlamp. 

It's once he lands that you both lock eyes. His gaze is sharp, pinning you in place. Even from the distance, you can see how the corners of his mouth stretch into a smile. It never occurred to you that a smile could be unfriendly. No, this was wolfish; off-putting.

Suddenly, you hear a loud rumbling behind you, as if something had been destroyed. Your staring contest is broken as his focus is now on something behind you. You follow his gaze in curiosity, wondering what could have made such a noise.

A... flying traffic sign. 

A flying traffic sign that was hurtling directly towards you.

It seemed to teleport, how fast it seemed to be inches from you. All you could think to do was raise your arms to your face in a pathetic attempt to protect yourself.

Man, I can't catch a break, can I?

#drrr x reader #durarara x reader #durarara #durarara imagines #masaomi kida #anri sonohara #mikado ryugamine #shizuo heiwajima #shizuo heiwajima x reader #shizuo x reader #izaya orihara #izaya x reader #izaya orihara x reader

[sasdavvero]

Durarara!! x Blue Lock AU

tagging: @lizzieonka @gwennevlis

starting off with:

Isagi Yoichi as Mikado Ryuugamine

Bachira Meguru as Masaomi Kida

Nagi Seishiro as Anri Sononhara

So, to explain a bit:

Isagi and Bachira are them as based on colors: Mikado can be associated with blue or with a transparent color (as are the Dollars) and I think it's the same as Isagi (yes, I know that technically Isagi's color is green, I'm gonna ignore that, don't know how else to explain) both of them seem shy, maybe anxious people, but it becomes obvious that neither of them really is. They are both looking for something that can "change their reality", so I think Isagi's role makes sense (maybe.)

Bachira is yellow as Kida is yellow, both of them are easy going people, can be funny, can be very serious, they both hide their pasts pretty well (although their pasts are very different from one another). I think it fits.

About Nagi and Anri. We know that Anri considers herself as a parasite, and I think this can (faintly) be true with Nagi too. Now,I don't want to belittle the Nagi/Reo ship as a codependent, parasitic relationship (because it's not, not too much) but Nagi did attach himself to Reo only to then move to other people he considered stronger/better mates than Reo. Of course, Nagi and Anri are fundamentally difffrent in their personality, but yeah.

also, I'm not sure I explained well this idea, I don't know how to word rn, so Im sorry, if you have questions you can ask.

basically, they're the main trio

BUT

if Nagi is Anri, then Harima can be Reo, but if Harima is Reo idk who could be Seiji (if Nagi isn't Anri he could be Harima and Reo could be Seiji, but also if this is the case, then idk who could be Anri.)

moving on:

Ego as Shinra Kishitani

Anri Teieri as Celty Sturluson

their dinamic is way off, i know, Shinra is madly in love with Celty, while Ego isn't (at all), but since Anri is basically the only important female character in Blue Lock, I think it could be fun if she were Celty.

just realized that the Reo/Nagi-as-Harima and Anri-as-Celty doesn't fit because of the plastic surgery stuff, but ye. I'll resolve it in another moment.

moving on again:

Rin Itoshi as Aoba Kuronoma

again, I'm not sure with this one, but Rin is the only character with a brother who is also an important character, I have to admit, I don't remember much about the Blue Squares, but I know that Aoba's brother was an important character, so I say that Rin is Aoba.

(I'm only at ep 3 of drrrr (I'm rewatching) so I don't know how Aoba and his brother's dynamic is, but I am sure that it is different than the Itoshi brothers (oh well)).

then:

Barou Shoei as Shizuo Heiwajima

[???] as Izaya Orihara

Hear me out:

Barou gives me a lot of Shizuo vibes: they're strong, their temper is similar, but the problem is that Barou's source of anger is Isagi (mostly)

Of course, if Isagi is Mikado, he cannot be also Izaya (I don't want him to be, he's very different from Izaya (but then again, right now I cannot think about a bllk character who is similar to him, sadly)) so this one is a very unsteady idea.

it might get deleted, as I am having troubles in identifying who could be Izaya

(this might be because I don't remember much about both bllk and drrr (rip))

Another idea that just went to my head:

Michael Kaiser as [maybe] Aoba Kuronoma

This is based on the fact that I hate Kaiser as much as I hate Aoba, so ik that it maybe doesn't make sense.

I'll leave it here anyway.

that's it for now! I'm gonna go continue watching Durarara!! and I'll see if I get new ideas lol

If any of you have something to ask (if you think something is off or if you have more ideas than me about these of other character) you can say it! I'm open to any idea lol

#tay scrive #durarara #drrr!! #blue lock #bllk #listato come idea #hope this makes sense

[requiemofrebellion]

hello yes welcome. this is not important just me rambling or listing cause brain is just everywhere tonight.

muses that i am considering to add:

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun (toilet-bound-hanako-kun):

Yashiro Nene

Minamoto Kou

Minamoto Teru

Hanako

Yu-gi-oh Arc V:

Yuuya Sakaki

Sora Perse

animes i am either watching or needing to rewatch or finish.

Future Diary:

no one so far - just started.

Jujutsu Kaisen:

no one so far, just started.

Hunter x Hunter: (on the chimera arc)

Killua Zoldyck

Machi Komacine

Durarara!! (rewatch and gotta watch the second season for the first time)

Izaya Orihara

Masaomi Kida

maybe more i don't recall some character's personalities as much as i do others rip.

Tokyo Ghoul: (rewatch and also gottta watch ;RE)

Kimi Nishino

Ayato Kirishima

Hideyoshi Nagachika

Snow White with the Red Hair (need to watch season 2)

no one new to add.

Demon Slayer (gotta catch up):

Tanjiro Kamado

Nezuko Kamado

Muzan Kibutsuji

Akaza

Haikyuu! (gotta catch up and finish):

Yu Nishinoya

Koshi Sugawara

Kuroko's Basketball (gotta finish):

Ryōta Kise

Servamp (rewatch / finish):

Sleepy Ash

Mahiru Shirota

on my to watch list (never seen before):

Akudama Drive

Danganronpa

Given

My Happy Marriage

The Ancient Magus' Bride

Yona of the Dawn

if you made it down this far... here's a cookie! lol if anyone has any recs tho pls let me know! i know there's other animes on my to watch list but that gonna be so long if i did everything.

#♠ the craziest friend that you've ever had ♠ ⸻ ooc #super duper not important just me making lists and stuff #cause brain got distracted but potential muses to appear maybe??? #maybe potential fandoms???

[happyandticklish]

Whats your opinion on minor x adult pairings in fictional stories ? I’ve seen a few people say it’s okay because it’s just fake and their anime characters so it’s not causing harm bc it’s not real human beings ofc it’s weird to ship real ppl that are minor x adult bc that’s ILLEGAL and morally wrong but in fiction do you think it’s that bad ? please give your honest opinion

Okay, so, this might be a bit long, fair warning. Also, I'm giving my honest opinion here, which may or may not be the right one, so if you disagree with me, on either side, that's perfectly alright and valid of you.

In general, I believe most of it is relative. For instance, if someone shipped something like All Might and Deku, that's a bit odd on its own, cause obviously he's an adult and Deku's a kid. However, people do have the license to age up characters if they so please. Deku has a bit of an idol crush on All Might, and it wouldn't be too strange to assume that in a couple of years when he's 18-19, he might try to pursue something. Now, I don't personally ship that and see them as having more of a familial bond, but I'm not gonna hate on anyone who does.

I myself have written a fic for Masaomi Kida/Izaya Orihara from drrr. In the show, Izaya's around 27 and Masaomi is somewhere in high school. The fic that I wrote was a fic where years later Masaomi was revisiting the city and ran into Izaya, and discovered a bunch of latent feelings in himself towards the man. In the fic, everyone involved is over 18.

Not to mention the difference between 17 & 18 is one year, which isn't that long of a time relatively speaking. Someone who's 19 could date someone who's 18 and it would be fine, but if they tried to date someone who's 17, it would instantly get shut down, despite there being almost no difference in age or maturity.

Also, fictional characters aren't real. Now I'm not necessarily condoning shipping adults and minors in fiction, but at the end of the day, no harm is actually done, so there's no crime to actually report. If I wrote about murder, I'm not implying that I want to actually kill people, merely that I'm exploring the concept. This applies to a lot of fiction. It's difficult to break things down into black and white concepts, and I think a lot of these issues are more complicated than people are trying to make them out to be.

As for me, I don't personally give a shit. You think it's wrong to do so? Okay, that's totally fine. You think it's okay to ship it? Also a valid opinion. What I do give a shit about is persecuting either side for where they land on it. This is not a simple issue, and I don't think we should twist people's words and make them out to be villains callously, nor should we ignore people's concerns on the other side. Both sides have valid opinions.

So in conclusion, it really depends, but so long as no one is being a dick and nothing bad is happening irl, than I don't think we should be judging anyone for the things they're into.

#non tickling #asks #answered ask

[oriharaizaiza]

Oof, Izaya seems to be getting a l little tired of Mikado treating him like a personal search engine instead of a friend...

Though he clearly can't resist getting into it once they're actually talking haha. But what is that? That's looks an awful lot like a bit of regret over the Saki incident... Such careless mentioning of the Awakusu though, Izaya could really do with being a little more careful.

I think the person they weren't meant to cross was Izaya himself, not Shizuo lol. Way to go Mikado, that probably pissed him off!

I also find it funny how Izaya is probably thinking this is ridiculously cheap, while Mikado still can't actually afford it x) In the end he gets the info that's actually useful to him anyway, because of course Izaya can't resist poking the beehive.

And here Masaomi could have known about the the blue squares in his backyard, but Mikado prevented it~

And it's so entertaining to watch them both play their roles for the other chat residents! And finally we end on another very clear warning. Not that Mikado is ever going to listen to those!

#drrr #drrr!! #durarara!! #durarara #izaya orihara #orihara izaya #mikado ryuugamine #ryuugamine mikado #kanra #tanaka tarou

[kalamari-denki]

Celty-san!!!

#last time i posted a cosplay picture here it did pretty well so 👉👈 #shinra kishitani #shinra x celty #drrr celty #celty sturluson #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #shizaya #anri sonohara #mikado ryugamine #masaomi kida #erika karisawa #namie yagiri #aoba kuronuma #durarara #durarara!! #drrr #drrrx2 #drrr cosplay #cosplay #cosplaying #protag

[herestrish]

Kalinka︱A Durarara!! F.F.

Link to Chapter 5

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Word count: 3331

Warnings: Strong language, violence, slight gore, use of alcohol and cigarettes. 

Chapter 6

“Yeah, I cheated on her. Don’t get me wrong, I truly loved her. And even today I regret what I’ve done. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, really. But sometimes I feel that… I don’t know. That domestic lifestyle is so suffocating it leaves you without any air to breathe. That’s when you crave to be free once again, to put the strings aside. Do you get me, man?”

Shut up.

“It’s just that some of us cannot live our entire lives on a leash.”

For the love of God, would you shut up?

“Life’s meant to be lived, and spending it within four walls won’t do any better. I loved her, of course I did, so much did I love her, but I also felt kinda trapped by my commitment.”

Shut the fuck up.

“It’s genetics, I guess. A man isn’t made to live like this, he cannot bear such a habitual lifestyle.”

The glass shattered in his hands. All a mixture of sweet vanilla and blood dripping down to the floor. Slowly flowing below their table. Curious, petrified looks turned their way. A sigh came out from the man in striped suit jacket. The one sitting right in front of him. The one who actually knew what was coming next.

Shizuo turned his back from his companion and faced the impudent fellow customer all at once. Forcefully pulling him by the collar. He felt his voice raspy, a tremor coming out of his throat.

“You want some buzz in your life, huh? I have your fucking buzz right here.” He clenched his other fist. “You call that filthy cowardice of yours ‘love’, you little piece of shit? Look into my eyes and have the balls to repeat what you’ve just said one minute ago.”

Behind him, Tom was counting the banknotes he had previously taken from his wallet. The accuracy in his movements, the exact amounts he settled on, betokened an odd certainty regarding the immediate future. It was as if he was already told about the damage costs, as if he had been in this position countless times. Perhaps in this exact place.

The man hanging from Shizuo’s tightened grip stuttered.

“I-I-I don’t owe you any explanation, y-you h-hooligan! Let me go at once or I’ll put the police on your ba-!”

You really don’t know when to shut your goddamn mouth up.

He threw him through the mass of empty seats. His launch was vigorous and precise, just as one would drive a bowling ball with the purpose of knocking over a bunch of pins. In his particular case, wooden chairs and tables which eventually went into pieces at the collision.

He submerged in his anger, screams and gasping and the sound of broken wood, all of that apparent noise, a muffle climbing up to his tensed brain. He submerged, lately more frequently than before. Quicker than before.

He did not really know why his body would do this to him.

When people suffer from a burnout, they generally tend to fall into never-ending fatigue. Always so idle, with heavy thoughts furthering their lethargy to a degree they would not look or feel alive anymore. Yet there he was, mind standing in limbo, less and less able to concentrate, numbness devouring him inside and out, and his body would still be prone to violence. His body was admittedly restless at this point. Responsive to any agent of irritation. Thus, his mental exhaustion made him be more like a lion in a cage rather than a vegetable. The state he found himself in was nothing like a purgatory, a border between the blessed and the accursed, the dead and the living, as Shizuo had been already scorching in the flames of Hell for a long time now.

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The two of them were distancing themselves from the café, leisurely walking while Shizuo was trying to bind his wounded hand with a piece of cloth. He thereafter gave a side-glance to a suspicious pair heading in the opposite direction. Both of them with their hands in their pockets, dressed in high-class suits. The additional jewels they wore, the roughened expressions on their faces, especially were to distinguish them from the regular executives in the streets.

Something did certainly not seem all right. Something was soon about to happen. That was what the shivers on his skin told him, in any case. He had felt them before, therefore he regretfully knew what they meant. An auguring of occurrences that he, by no means, would want to take part of. Which would soon consume the last drop of the peace he so desperately tried to spare.

Concern came out from Tom’s words.

“You sure you don’t want to have someone take care of that, buddy? Perhaps that underground doctor of yours or whatever.”

He was undoubtedly concerned.

About his wound. He did not seem to care about the two individuals, making Shizuo question whether his dubious hunch might have been just a result of mere paranoia.

He shrugged, a chuckle intertwining with his untroubled reply.

“Just a scratch, nothing to worry about. I’ve had worse in my life.”

“If you say so.” He sighed. “Christ, why’s that you always have to snap on Vorona’s days off?”

Why do you even care about when or how it happens?

The straightforward reality was that it purely and simply happened.

Since when have you started questioning it?

A smile drew itself across Shizuo’s features.

“Because she’d finished ‘em off right before I even got the chance to do it.”

Because that’s what she’s like, all right. Because when she was there, she used to be everywhere. Omniscient and omnipresent to Shizuo’s reactions, a skill she acquired by exploiting her impressive observant nature. She had a sharp eye especially on the little details, the things one would not possibly sense at first. Nosed around for every particularity in his behaviour, hence started to feel the violence hovering in the air long before it even happening. A brutality the two of them shared. In distinction to him, Vorona’s brutality would not cause any disturbance as she used to leave things clean. Quiet and prompt, but definite all the same.

When the woman tagged along, her hair a glossy plenitude of gold and sunflower petals, she would unexpectedly raise her guard up. Jumping on random people in all the random places. Cynicism in her voice while moving her hands towards their necks.

“Individual an impediment for Shizuo-senpai?”

“Registered disruption in Shizuo-senpai’s state. Source: identified.”

“Determine the feasibility for Shizuo-senpai’s perturbation. Optimal decision. Eliminate it.”

“Shizuo-senpai should not bother about such minor occurrences. Ignorance would be in his best interest.”

Tom moved his hands to his nape. Nonchalant talk echoed through the crowded boulevard.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. Maybe this was one fortunate day and he doesn’t even know it. Such a pity we had to leave, though. Right when you were about to tell me abo- Shit!“

Steps hastily moving from behind. Weight aimed to his head within a heavy, sudden whack. His sunglasses fell off and shattered when meeting the ground. Sharp pain lancing through. His vision blurred, and so kept him stunned for a matter of seconds. Warm liquid flowing down his crown, the rest of it already soaked his bleached hair up. The tepidity of his blood was something he nevertheless reckoned as rather refreshing, a counter to the glacial numbness that engrossed his entire body.

A bloodstained bat stood in the striker’s trembling hands, a trace of tension hiding behind his apparent fiery tone.

“That’s what you get for fucking with the Dollars!”

Slightly confused, since a man would regularly fall unconscious after such a heavy, unexpected hit.

Not this one. Not him in the least. He was sturdy as a rock, all tissues and bones and muscles that were simply impenetrable. The strongest man in Ikebukuro, that was how the scandal magazines ended up calling him, was definitely someone not to play with, let alone to be chased with a baseball bat around the city. The one time someone tried to aim for his head, he hit the guy so hard his clothes fell off.

Merely standing, eyes buried behind his disordered hair as silence rose and eventually seized the whole atmosphere.

Blood drops slowly trickled to the concrete. Stained the whiteness of his bartender shirt.

Warm, crimsoned, fresh blood.

Repulsive scent of iron and sweat invading his senses. It nearly made him want to throw up.

I’ve had so much of it today.

The later events swiftly unfolded in his memory, making his throat vibrate in a quiet laugh.

“You see, Tom? There’s always room for worse.” Shizuo sluggishly raised his head. “Betraying, you say?” He whispered as he slowly moved his gaze to the assaulter. “Bros watch too many movies these days, and they suddenly start to feel so gangster. I’m getting tired of you all.” Clutched fists. And a look that kept the man in front frozen, hands getting red by how tightened he held his wooden weapon.

“You fill these streets with terror, behaving like you own ‘em, and you’re the one who’s gotten tired? You’re full of crap, pal!” He paused for a brief instant in order to look at the Shizuo’s injuries. “L-like really, how are you even human? You’re nothing but a monster, a betraying ass!”

“Shiz-“

“Spare me.” He cut his mate’s words off before quietly reaching to a mailbox. Raising it from the ground with one hand. Straightforward fury spilling in from the gleam in his eyes as he faced the man again. “Listen up here, you. The only betrayal you’ll have to deal with is when your ass will be so kicked up you won’t be able to take a proper shit anymore. I’ve honestly considered taking it slow with you, to turn a blind eye to the fact that you wouldn’t care if you killed me. But you’re talking like someone I truly despise and it pisses me off so fucking much.”

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You’re nothing but a monster.

He was right in a way, that man; he could at least give him the credit for that. For he would not consider himself human either. One that should exist, whatsoever. One that should breathe and walk as he did, one that should have friends around. He pulled the smoke in, dragging on it as he blankly looked up. Then at his nearly healed hand.

A monster.

Dim yellow lights emanated from lampposts scattered all over the street. Complementing to the dusky, starless sky above. He was somewhere afar the centre area, hence isolated from the usual noise pollution. A quietude that managed to wash off a headache. To let himself fade away in the night’s absolute serenity. Just like burnt nicotine. Or melted sugar.

He opened his phone, checking out the location once again. Probably the fiftieth time he performed these movements. He thereafter stubbed out the cigarette, a low hiss below his foot. Opened the door and went down the stairs to what seemed to be a belowground pub.

As he was making his way through the lot of tables and seats, some indie music flooded his senses. Stillness and soft chords that definitely had Shizuo staggered.

“We have lots and lots to discuss, Heiwajima Shizuo. Matters that cannot be resolved over the phone I’m afraid.”

A line that would normally lead to darker joints and damper places. Shitty, shady, overly secluded bars. Filled with thugs and guns and heavy clouds of weed. He had been there before, his current job brought him all over to the most disgusting sides of this city. He had witnessed people shooting other people’s brains out, people stabbing people in the eye. Humid gore and slimy vomit, all spilt down to the floors of the properties of which thresholds he had crossed. But this? This felt oddly casual. Kasuka would have probably been chilling around in places like this. In his college days, with his hippie theatre junkies. He looked around thoroughly.

So visible was the contrast between her and the setting in question. Fiery hair surrounded by furred brown overwear. Shiny black top and skirt. Jewels that were deemed more expensive than his rent for a whole year. All glam and éclat, high-end urban princess. A show-off. He found her at the long table, gracefully sipping on bourbon. Stains of cherry lipstick plastered on the glass she lowered at his immediate sight.

“Someone’s been naughty today.” She pointed at the wrapped wound on his hand. “Care to put some alcohol on that?”

Shizuo took the alongside seat. “I think it’s healed by now.” He murmured. He did not find any better answer, as he was admittedly tired of constant mind games or playing back some smart tongued line.

“Aren’t you the toughest man I have ever seen in my life. Let’s loosen up for a bit, shall we? Tell me about your day. How did you end up getting all beaten up and gloomy?” The words came out low and alluring. Hearty nonetheless, conveying a kind of frank playfulness.

A bartender approached them. He made his order and returned to her violin gaze. Fingers pounding onto the table.

“Thought there was something else you wanted to talk about.”

“It really is. But how can we get to the heart of the matter when you can’t even handle a bit of small talk?” Misaki heaved a deep breath, bringing her glass up to her mouth. She barely wetted her lips with the drink.

It took him thirty seconds straight to find the words for the right response. Heavy beats and violent hits as his nails nervously bashed into the wooden surface.

“I shattered glass with my right bare hand. Some punk tried to do a home run with my head. He broke my fucking glasses.” He uttered.

Short and to the point. Enough to please her curiosity, enough not to make his stomach tighten even more than it actually did at the time.

“And you broke his bones in return.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I did. He was annoying.”

How are you even human?

Icy-cold Jack Daniel’s just carefully placed in his own sight. He mouthed a polite “thank you”. Stared blankly at the brownish-yellow liquid, Misaki’s carefree giggle a reverberation inside his head.

“Well, wasn’t it just so fucking liberating?”

“Raging on the streets in plain daylight?”

“No, you crazy.” Her giggles soon burst out into a noisy laugh. Living seemed so easy when you had everything in the world. You and that gross fucker. You two royalties breathe the same plastic air. The cheerfulness in her chortle surely expressed it, but the grey-blue tone in her eyes told a way different story. He felt drawn to it. Curious about it. What can you possibly lack? When she finally recovered her breath, she continued her talk. Voice sweet and effervescent to the taste as an ice pop. “I meant talking. Doesn’t it feel liberating?”

“Everybody needs to slack off once in a while, I guess.” He murmured.

“Exactly! You’re a quick learner, I really dig that in somebody.” Misaki winked. “And so as to make our talk more and more enjoyable, did it make any big fuss? Beating that guy up. Did you have people gathering around you, any stirring audience?”

Shizuo raised a brow. “I’ve also knocked a man out inside a coffee house. That produced some bustle, yes. If you’d put it like that.”

“But you were really busy today, pumpkin.” She waited for him to finish his drink up. Hot bitterness flowing down his throat as her features gradually suberized. “And the one who attacked you, did he express his reasons for why he did it?” She hummed.

Shizuo scratched the back of his head. “He rambled some shit about me betraying the Dollars. From what I can remember.”

“Y’know, everything in this world is a product of cause and effect. That night, in Shinjuku, you and I really strangled that damned butterfly to the ground. Horrifying enough, it’s still there. Desperately fluttering its one remaining wing.” Misaki put an elbow upon the table, head leaning in one hand. Once full of sugar, her voice was now nothing but a husky, lowered sigh. “Did you know people started associating you with Toramarus?”

The man’s eyes widened. A sign of amusement curled upon his lips.

People. Scandal sucking people, always looking for a good gossip to hinge on.

“Do I look like a goddamn biker to you?”

“You look like a man who���d smash heads over a box of cereals.”

“Whatever.”

“As long as the rumour is out there, it materialises. It becomes your reality when you least expect it. What you’ve told me so far, it seems to me that today was a real rumour stabiliser.”

A flicker in her gaze made Shizuo believe she knew exactly what she was talking about.

“So? I couldn’t care less about ‘em. They could all just fuck off.” He droned.

You’re nothing but a monster.

“You don’t care, all right. But you gripped my attention enough for me to do it in your place. Not to mention my own head also depends on whether you decide to be all dramatic in the streets or nah.”

It’d be so much easier if it actually was up to my decision.

“You’re one of them, huh?” Smug smile plastered on his face.

Misaki seemed slightly staggered by the boldness in his statement. She nonetheless twitched her lips into a grin. Low chuckle vibrating in her throat.

“My, don’t play me down like that. Let’s just say that we’re strongly connected with one another. Our very existence depending on each other’s humble…” She heaved a short breath. “Contribution.” You fucking sponsor them, you mean. You power-hungry bitch. “Money and intimidation. Intimidation and money. They make quite the pair, don’t you think honey?”

“And this room… is filled up with Toramarus. They’re all your nasty meat shields.” He scoffed, giving a side look thorough the bar. All of the apparent customers eyed him back. Nails pressed so hard into wood they nearly perforated it.

“I’m a very cautious woman. Although should they be your last concern now. Same with my so-vain doings.” The woman pulled her chair closer to him, light chink as fingers went around the glass. Her nails were a bright red, carefully done and overly polished. He could feel the warmth of the whiskey rushing up to his cheeks. “What you really need to know is that you’re in a bit of a tight spot right now. Both of us, I incline to say. Gasoline was spilt all over the town and it only needs a spark to ignite it. That spark is you, Heiwajima. Once you go boom.” A low whistle to mimic the sound of a bomb blowing up. “you wouldn’t be able to go back to normal anymore.”

He remained silent. Watched Misaki as she sloshed around the last drop of her bourbon. Glass banged loudly on the table. The nonchalance of her next words made his stomach turn. His head buzz with the beginning of a cursed migraine.

“Someone really wants to keep you on the go, you’d better not give ‘em too much of that satisfaction.”

Nails. Tightened on wood. Deep, violent scratches.

How are you even human?

Splinters in his skin.

That spark is you, Heiwajima.

Splinters with a glimmer of blood and not any fucking air to breathe.

Someone really wants to keep you on the go.

The corner of the table was forcefully broken apart. 

Boom.

Shizuo robotically stood up. Slammed some cash against the remaining surface. Heavy steps ultimately strode to the exit door. 

Dark red sprouted from his clenched fists.

“Where the hell do you think ya goin’?” Misaki yelled.

It was hard finding his voice, words blocked off and torched in his throat. They eventually oozed out his bared teeth. Raspy. And low. And trembled.  

“Flea huntin’.”

Roll credits.

Click here for Chapter 7.

#Durarara!! #durarara fic #durarara x oc #various ocs #various x ocs #Shizuo Heiwajima #Izaya Orihara #Shinra Kishitani #Celty Sturluson #chikage rokujou #Anri Sonohara #Masaomi Kida #mikado ryuugamine #chapter 6 #trish #Trish writing #Kalinka #chatrooms #mistery #action #angst #hurt/comfort #literary references #smoking #drinking #fan fiction

[hahafebruary]

【Ａｌｌ　ｏｆ　Ｄｕｒａｒａｒａ！！　Ｌｉｇｈｔ　Ｎｏｖｅｌ　Ｖｏｌｕｍｅ　Ｃｏｖｅｒｓ：　Ｐａｒｔ　Ｉ】

#drrr!! #durarara!! #durarara #celty sturluson #shizuo heiwajima #izaya orihara #anri sonohara #mikado ryugamine #masaomi kida #shinra kishitani #izaya x shizuo #shinra x celty #light novel #manga art #manga aesthetic #art inspo #デュラララ!! #ryohgo narita #headless rider #dullahan

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Durarara!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Orihara Izaya/Reader, Heiwajima Shizuo/Reader, Kadota Kyouhei/Reader, Karisawa Erika/Reader, Yumasaki Walker/Reader, Togusa Saburou/Reader, Sonohara Anri & Reader, Celty Sturluson & Reader, Ryuugamine Mikado & Reader, Kida Masaomi & Reader Characters: Reader, Orihara Izaya, Heiwajima Shizuo, Ryuugamine Mikado, Kida Masaomi, Sonohara Anri, Celty Sturluson, Kadota Kyouhei, Yumasaki Walker, Togusa Saburou, Karisawa Erika, Kishitani Shinra, Simon Brezhnev, Orihara Mairu, Orihara Kururi, Yagiri Namie, Tanaka Tom, Horada (Durarara!!), Kuronuma Aoba, Heiwajima Kasuka Additional Tags: Female Reader, Not Canon Compliant, Romance, Humor, POV Female Character, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, i try to work stuff in as i can so uh, bear with me, also reader is like college freshman age no pedophilia in these parts no ma'am, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, any "& reader" relationships are PLATONIC, Mild Blood Summary:

(Y/N) Brigall.

An aspiring fashion student far from home, visiting the rousing Ikebukuro to study the distinguished styles that the city has to offer.

It's clear to those around her that she most definitely came to the wrong place. But unbeknownst to even herself,

she's exactly where she's meant to be.

(drrr! x reader)

#durarara #durarara imagines #durarara x reader #drrr #drrr x reader #izaya orihara #izaya orihara x reader #shizuo heiwajima #shizuo heiwajima x reader #kadota kyohei #kyohei kadota x reader #erika karisawa #erika karisawa x reader #walker yumasaki #walker yumasaki x reader #saburo togusa #saburo togusa x reader #anri sonohara #masaomi kida #mikado ryugamine #shinra kishitani #celty sturluson

[discotenny]

!Kidnapped S/o!

Izaya and Masaomi rescue a kidnapped significant other

Requested by !anon!

Izaya

LMAO YOU THINK THOSE BASTARDS REALLY GONNA SURVIVE AFTER THEY KIDNAPPED IZAYA’S SIGNIFICANT OTHER

When Izaya’s first informed of your kidnapping he gets quiet for a moment, and anyone in the room with him is left there in awkward silence for a few moments

And then, he bursts out into manic laughter, banging his fist on his desk and further plunging his guests into awkwardness

Izaya is asked if he’d like to send out someone to retrieve you. He simply replies with a no, and tells Namie to see them out

He already knows who took you and where you were. It was simple really. Recently he noticed a few lowlife bastards dig a little too deep into his personal life while Izaya was trailing their affiliated gang

He knew that they had taken you to their hideout [street thugs were always predictable, he had noticed], and was planning on taking his sweet sweet time in getting to you

Anything they did to you was going to be done to them tenfold anyways

He’ll stroll in casually, and give a smug smile to the guy holding a knife against your throat; a measly attempt to threaten him into backing off

Izaya starts walking towards them, the men too stunned to do anything but watch

“Do you really expect to get away when you fools took my favorite human?”

He kills them in front of you. For good measure too, he kills their gang’s leader as well, subsequently taking the crown as the green hearts’ leader

Izaya got his queen[even if you aren’t a female he would refer to you as the queen, as he rules as king] back, and gained a new set of pawns to use in his schemes

What better outcome could he ask for?

Masaomi

We saw how he reacted when Anri was attacked

And how he reacted when the Saki incident occured

Masaomi is both pissed and paranoid

Would’ve gone in suicidal if it weren’t for Kadota agreeing to help take you back

The whole ride to the gang’s hideout, Masaomi is terrified. Another person he loves is suffering because of the life he chose

He flinches when his cellphone rings, not wanting to pick it up until he’s absolutely sure it’s a number he knows [spoiler alert, it was just Mikado asking for some homework answers]

Kadota and friends attempt to consol Masaomi, but his mind is too focused on worrying for your safety

I mean, you were taken by a gang! There’s no way you weren’t hurt

He’s clenching the crowbar he brought so tightly, Erika was asking him if he could break it

When they get to the hideout, Masaomi freezes up

A swift hit to the back of his head takes him back to reality, the reality where he needs you and where you currently need him

He sees you there, laying tied up as street thugs rummage though your bag

Masaomi today still thanks the lord that you weren’t hurt at all

But babby boy is still pissed, and goes to take the thugs on by himself. There were only like three anyways he’s a stronk man

He almost beats them half to death for dare trying to take someone precious form him before he realizes that you’re still in the room

Masaomi unties you and gives you a big ole smooch, carrying you bridal style to the van and kicking away the bloodied crowbar

!Hallo! Thank you sm for the compliment on the previous Durarara post (o^^o) Apologies if Masaomi’s character is a little OOC >.<

Enjoy~~

#durarara headcanons #durarara x reader #durarara #masaomi kida #masaomi x reader #izaya orihara #izaya x reader

[bunnyseahorse-blog]

if you are looking for Progressively Stitched, please know that  I did end up combining the two fics awhile ago, because I had never written a really big story before and wanted to. The links to Progressively Stitched don’t work as the work has been deleted, but all parts of it and the original work can be found at this link. Sorry for the confusion and thanks for reading!!

#durarara #Shizaya #Izuo #shizuo x izaya #Shizuo Heiwajima #Izaya Orihara #Shinra Kishitani #Celty Sturluson #Anri Sonohara #tom tanaka #vorona durarara #Mikado Ryugamine #Masaomi Kida #momentary peace #my fanfic #my fanfiction

[justdancekid]

What Your Favorite Durarara Ship Says About You

MikaMasa (Mikado/Masaomi): Your Ideal Relationship Dynamic Is Guys Being Dudes (What's Better Than This?)

MikAnri (Mikado/Anri): You Just Want Good Things For Anri And Really, Who Wouldn't?

MasAnri (Masaomi/Anri): You Want To Get Hit On By Masaomi Kida

MikaMasaAnri (Mikado/Masaomi/Anri): You're Just Here For Some Hilarious Hijinxs With Trios

Shizaya (Shizuo/Izaya): You Think The Key To A Good RomCom Is Making Sure The Main Couple Hates Eachother For A Good 1/3 Of The Movie, At Least

Shelty (Shinra/Celty): You Like The Roomates Fics But You Pile That With Cannon Validation

WalkErika (Walker/Erika): You're Just Here For Some Otakus You Can Relate To

KadoSabu (Kadota/Saburo): Your Ideal Relationship Dynamic Is Team Mom/Team Dad

Samon (Saburo/Simon): You're Always A Sucker For Characters Who Are In Desperate Need For More Screentime

Sejika (Seji/Mika): Either You Want A Yandere GF Or You Want To Be A Yandere GF

MaSaki (Masaomi/Saki): You Just Want Good Things For Saki. And Really, Who Wouldn't? Except For Him, But To Be Honest, He Dosen't Want Good Things For Anybody

ShizuTom (Shizuo/Tom): This Is The Same Joke As Mikado And Masaomi, But You're Also A Firm Believer In The Inherent Eroticism Of Inpulse Controls

Shizuorona (Shizuo/Vorona): Your Ideal Relationship Dynamic Is Beauty And The Beast

Celzuo (Celty/Shizuo): You're Always A Sucker For Having A Friend To Talk About Your Problems

Anrika (Anri/Erika): Your Ideal Relationship Dynamic Is Girls Being Friends, Gals Being Pals

Sanri (Anri/Saika): You're Not A Monster F*cker, Yet Somehow, Your Ideal Relationship Dynamic Is The Plot Of The Movie Venom

Naji (Namie/Seji): I Could Give You The Benefit Of The Doubt And Say You Just Want Good Things For Namie, Which I Mean Fair. But Actually I Should Just Say "Stay Away From Your Brother!"

Oriharcest (Mairu/Kururi): You... Are One Sick F*ck!

#durarara #mikado ryugamine #masaomi kida #anri sonohara #shizuo heiwajima #izaya orihara #tom tanaka #mikanri #Mikasaomi #Masanri #shizaya #walker x erika #Shelty

[bloodyspade0000]

𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮

Fandom:

Durarara!!

Genres:

Psychological horror, Urban Fantasy, Supernatural, Action, Mystery/ Thriller, Shounen, Shouen Ai

Summary:

"𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵... 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦...."

♤~♤~♤~♤

Ran decides to get his act together and try to be a better older brother. But, things aren't easy when Aoba wants nothing to do with him and avoids him like the plague.

However, when Ran gets dragged into the hell lurking behind the closed doors of thier house, Aoba has no choice to let him in.

Who is in control?

The link

#durarara #drrr #ran izumii #aoba kuronuma #masaomi kida #shizuo heiwajima #izaya orihara #shinra kishitani #celty sturluson #chikage rokujo #kadota #masaomi x aoba #kidaaoba #masaaoba #shinra x izaya #shinzaya #chikage x kadota #dotarocchi

[king-mike1]

Ask/blog

Me: I won't lie, I want my blog to have a theme. Sadly, my interest changes a lot.

Shizuo: Argh! This is pissing me off. Just spit it out already!

Me: Oh, uh, I guess... What I'm trying to say is-

Izaya: Well, Shizu-chan, let him go on his own pace. I wouldn't think a Protozoan like you would understand... Patience~

Shizuo: Hah!?!

Me: GUYS LET ME FINISH!!

Shizuo & Izaya: ...

Me: This blog will be shifting to a Durarara ask blog. Of course, I will still post my same content and the content here now will stay but it will be more Shizaya and Durarara. Ask whatever you want. (I honestly don't care because it's not me you're asking😈)

Shizuo whispered: Sadist

Izaya: This will be quite amusing~

#my ask box is open #ask #shizaya #shizuo heiwajima #orihara izaya #drrr izaya #shizuo x izaya #drrr shizuo #durarara shizuo #durarara shinra #drrr shinra #shinra x celty #drrr celty #celty sturluson #durarara celty #durarara #durarara anri #kida masaomi #kadota kyohei #jeez so many characters!!!!

[otakupup]

I like to make myself suffer and draw alotta characters into one charm cause everyone in durarara is too good and i lab em all and this showww AAAAAAAA a charm hopefully in time for AX!

#otakupup #durarara #drrr shizuo #drrr izaya #mikado ryugamine #masaomi kida #izaya orihara #celty sturluson #shinra kishitani #heiwajima shizuo #kadota kyohei #aoba kuronuma #kururi orihara #mairu orihara #kasuka x ruri #drrr #drrrx2