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missing these little freaks

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☆Babygirls 。.:☆*:･'o(*´︶`*)))

「うちの情報屋は最高!!」

Twitter Version w/ some commentary in thread

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Blond guy down bad for hot emo he cant stop thinking about...

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i miss them dearly

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I'm a sucker for enemies-to-lovers ships that really come from a place of mutual hatred. They WANT each other dead. It is personal. Be it because of revenge or even just an instant feeling of dislike. It does not matter. Their hatred is obsessive and even self-destructive.

But over time, the hatred starts to wane, replaced by mutual respect even, but the obsession remains. They have sunken their claws too deep into each other's flesh, there is no separating them anymore, and their bites start to turn into rough kisses. The bruises they leave on each other are no longer borne of the desire to hurt. Instead, they are created of the desire to love and they love in the only way they know how to, violently and all consuming.

Nothing will stand in their way now.

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WB stuff again

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Izaya holds onto the railing with one hand again, leaning back over the edge, only the grip of his one weak hand to keep him in place. “Maybe if I'm in a coma again I can see him again,” he laughs, tipping his head back, his hair falling suspended in the air as he cranes his neck. He laughs softly, his voice almost caught in his throat as he tilts his head back, but it grows louder, more hysterical, laughing maniacally as he thrusts his other hand out into the winter air, snowflakes collecting on his palm. It's filled with agony, his laughter dying out into weak breathless sputters, unable to fill his lungs as every breath comes out in a desperate huff of clear fog in the cool air. It hurt, laughing hurt, holding himself up in place hurt, his arms and his legs and even his head hurt, but nothing could hurt more than the pain of having Shizuo, after over a decade of longing, only to lose him. This was the true living nightmare.

“Izaya–” Shizuo was at his side again, reaching out to grab his hand, to hold onto his wrist and pull him away from the edge.

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Them in high school… my heart 💔 can’t get enough Raijin content

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Happy 20th birthday to me 🫶 Redrew the art on chapter 58 of the manga and I took some… artistic liberties. Hope you guys love Shizuo’s butt as much as I do.

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Title: Ice Pop Mirage (アイスキャンデー・シンキロウ)

Circle/author: Teokure/Enuo

Characters: Izaya, Shizuo, and Tom

Pairings: Shizaya

Summary: Hot days mean ice pops for Shizuo, and the unpleasant association that comes with them. (Implied to be post-series but no overt spoilers)

Working on doujinshi for friends atm that are unlikely to be posted here due to their content (find them at the usual place), but I have a few comics queued that aren't... flaggable.

I've begun working on Minidura also. (👍ᐛ )👍

HQ download here

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yearning

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“I love you,” Shizuo says again, reaching for his hand, but Izaya quickly pulls away, jumping over the railing to walk the edge of the roof, as if threatening to fall.

“You don't, no one can love me, not me. Not you,” he says, leaning over the edge.

He would rather fall off a roof than fall in love. He would rather crash to the pavement below than have someone love him, only to have his heart broken. He was afraid. He couldn't. Shizuo couldn't. 

Even if he did love Shizuo.

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It’s always these guys

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durarara in 2024? unbelievable

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“Is this real?” Izaya asks, closing his eyes, expecting a punch to the face in the form of the truth. 

“Did you really want that answer?”