#Izaya's a little ooc but whatever

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A Voice Like Summer Thunder - Shizaya

I'm considering making this a full length fic. For now, here's the initial drabble. It starts with a recap of Durararax2 ep 12.

“Hey… Who the hell is this?” His voice was low as he spoke into the phone, eyes flicking to the side as if to see the caller. He hadn’t saved the number, so it couldn’t have been a client, but the man spoke about Izaya’s dealings with the Awakusu. More specifically, the man knew he told Akane Awakusu that Shizuo Heiwajima was going to kill her father. Who else would know he’d set Akane on Shizuo? 

Namie?

Nakura?

No, he knew their voices. Izaya had a bad feeling about this. 

The caller laughed. “There’s no need for you to know my name just yet. But as a token of our new friendship, let me offer you an opinion. Or rather,” He corrected. “A warning. You’re a bit too good looking, Izaya.”

“What?” He stopped in his tracks. What the hell did that mean? This wasn’t some stalker creep, was it? Dealing with his breed of clientele put him at risk for that sort of thing and he knew it, but they weren’t usually this forward. Izaya couldn’t help being a little bit intrigued by the mystery call, however unsettling it may be. 

“It makes you stand out in a crowd,” The caller explained. “So in your case, blending in isn’t really an ideal way for you to hide. Besides, you’re looking kind of stressed.” Izaya tensed. Hold on, that voice on the phone…

It was coming from behind him. 

“I think a nap would do you a world of good.” A shoulder slammed into his own, the man using his momentum to drive something sharp through Izaya’s jacket. Cold metal burst through his warm skin, searing pain running through his torso. His breath caught, a strangled grunt the only sound he could make as the man walked through him, knocking Izaya off balance.

He stumbled, watching the caller walk ahead of him. It was only for a moment, though, before motion on his own shirt caught his eye. A dark stain formed on the cloth, sticking it against Izaya’s skin. As he watched the stain grow, he realized he still hadn’t regained his balance. 

He was tipping.  

The phone clattered from his hand, call still active, as Izaya dropped to his knees. His arms were too slow to catch him and he fell the rest of the way to the ground, coarse asphalt scraping his cheek. 

“Oh and since you asked,” The man’s words were intelligible, but it was a struggle, pain deadening Izaya’s brain. He fought to focus on the call, ignoring the sound of murmurs and his own pained groans. “My name is Jinnai Yodogiri and I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Damn,” He cursed. Izaya wriggled, trying to pull himself toward the phone, his fingers brushing the plastic case, but every motion caused agonizing fireworks to blossom in his side, their fiery tendrils snaking through his nervous system. 

“Gotta… Get a hold of… Namie.” He groaned. Man, it was hard to breathe. The ground was slick beneath him, the usual grip of asphalt lost to the ruby pool. Countless city lights reflected off the surface, falling flat against his clothing where the liquid seeped. 

Izaya’s sight was blurred, the phone a glowing smear against the dull pavement. His fingers, finally reaching, fumbled the device, muscle memory guiding him more than his own will. It was lucky he’d even opened his contacts. 

“Hello?” You’re kidding. Even dazed with pain, he recognized that voice. Izaya stayed quiet. “Is someone there?”

The line was quiet for a moment more. Shit. If he kept waiting like this, Izaya might actually bleed out. How humiliating would that be. The great Izaya of Shinjuku, bleeding to death on an Ikebukuro crosswalk. Would it be worse than asking this monster for help?

For a vital, life saving second, Izaya decided it was.

“I’m…I need help.”

A tongue clicked on the other end. “What? Why’re you botherin me?”

“Please,” The word felt like bile in his mouth. Apparently, pride really does evaporate when you’re stabbed. “I’m…bleeding.” He groaned again. His breath was shallow, blood bubbling from the wound with every inhale, pain rocketing through his abdomen. 

The phone stayed quiet. The world grew darker and brighter, all at once. Izaya’s vision tunneled at the edges, a dizzying vignette softening the city, but pin prick stars burned his retinas. The sound of the crowd around him buried his thoughts, a muddled knot running through his head instead of their usual ordered lines. 

“Well? Answer me, damn it!” The coarse sound stuck out of the noise, drawing his attention back to the blurry screen. He drew the screen toward his face, whatever word that may have been written there moved from too-far-away blurry to too-close blurry. 

“What?” His voice drawled, pulling like molasses from his chest, words heavy on his tongue. 

“Shit.” The voice grumbled, angry at repeating its question. “Where are you?”

“Um.” Izaya’s eyes flicked around lazily, but there was little for them to pick up, their lids too heavy to lift. “Ikebukuro.”

The voice rose in volume. “That doesn’t hel-” 

Another voice murmured something, the phone sliding gently from Izaya’s hand. He was aware of the pull at his shoulders, lifting him only high enough to slide across the ground, but he was distracted by the pain shooting through his middle. 

Izaya felt himself lain on his side against cooler pavement, a softer muttering playing above his head, sticking out from the crowd, but no more coherent. City lights flared, excruciating pain igniting in his abdomen. A woman leaned over him, her arms arrow straight as she pressed on his wound. Izaya coughed. He heard what might have been ‘sorry.’ His phone was on speaker, balanced on his leg. She’d taken over the call. Her hands stayed steady, shoved against his side, the burning pain fading behind a cozy cloud of exhaustion.

The gentle, steady buzz of what he guessed was a phone call lulled him into a foggy dusk, bright, burning lights fizzling out. 

*

When fuzzy white light burned orange through his eyelids, Izaya assumed he was waking up in a hospital. Antiseptic smell, thin sheets, hard mattress, yes, this had to be a hospital. He breathed deep, flinching when his stretch pulled at a raw wound. Nerves flared from his hip to his sternum. “Ugh.” He rolled onto his side, pushing himself up. “Being stabbed blows.”

“Huh?” Rich colored wood greeted him as he opened his eyes. He still smelled antiseptic, paper thin sheets were still draped over his legs, but he realized this wasn’t a hospital. Fuzzy light shone through bamboo blinds. A generic yellow ceiling light hung above his head, pale in comparison to the harsh outside gleam. 

Izaya lay on a makeshift bed in some high end apartment in a makeshift operating room. Realizing this, he knew who was walking through the door before the man was all the way through. Clad in a knee length lab coat despite having no real medical degree and carrying a clear box overflowing with white fabrics was his best friend of eleven years. “Doctor Kishitani, thanks for the hospitality.” He grinned, a teasing glimmer in his eyes. 

“Oh!” The man looked up, brown hair twitching as he stopped. “Celty, he’s awake!” He hollered. Izaya fought the urge to cover his ears. “You shouldn’t be sitting up yet, Izaya. You’ll reopen your wound.”

“Ugh.” He groaned, letting his hair puff around his face as he dropped back down. Pain exploded up his back when he did. As fun as the dramatics were, that fuckin hurt.

Shinra moved to his side, taking his sweet time uncovering him and lifting his shirt. “You know, after all these years, I don’t remember the last time I treated you.” He said, slowly peeling the adhesive bandage off Izaya’s stomach, letting the tape pull the skin. He was doing that on purpose. Izaya’s mood was quickly souring. 

“I do.” Izaya thought reminiscing might distract him from the steady pulling at his hairs, and keep him from throttling this back alley doctor. “It was middle school, wasn’t it? That crazy kid with the gambling addiction.” Izaya hissed, a new burning, true burning, erupting in his side, running from his skin through his kidney and the entire surrounding area. His eyes snapped to Shinra in a fury. 

The doctor stood over him with a frown, a bottle of rubbing alcohol in his hand, a bloody swab pinched in the other. “You’re talking about when I got stabbed, Izaya.”

“Oh was that it?” If he could feel anything other than agony right now, he would have laughed. “Bummer. Ah fuck!”

Shinra had shoved another alcohol soaked swab in his wound. 

“How’d I get here anyway? Shouldn’t I be in a hospital?” Izaya asked. Shinra’s response was slow, hesitant. There was that bad feeling again. 

“Shizuo brought you.”

Izaya’s eyes widened, irritation and confusion bubbling behind them. “What?”

“He didn’t look happy about it either,” Shinra chuckled under his breath. 

The growl to his voice surprised him, Izaya’s words emanating from his chest. “Why?”

Shinra’s head tilted, eyebrows drawn. “He said you called him.”

“What a lousy liar.” Izaya groaned. 

“I need help.” Coarse concrete cooled his cheek as he listened to the low voice in his phone. That familiar voice, every word like a threat he didn’t mean, poured from the speaker, asking questions he hadn’t processed. 

“Where are you?” 

Izaya didn’t remember. “Ikebukuro.”

“That doesn’t help-”

A woman had taken the phone.

“Shit.” Izaya’s breath carried the word without his permission. He had called him. Izaya was stabbed, nearly bled out on the street, and had called Shizuo fucking Heiwajima for help. 

And the bastard actually showed up. 

“You should give him a call. At least let him know you’re alive.”

He groaned. “Why would he care?”

“Izaya,” Shinra stopped his work, hands freezing with fresh bandages. He gave the other a look like a disappointed father, one that said he was one crucial second of self control away from smacking him upside the head. “He carried you all the way here from East Ikebukuro. There was more blood on his shirt than in your body. Call him.”

Shinra held out a small device, the surface lighting up with the movement. Izaya sighed as he took the phone, making quick work of dialing the number. 

*

“Hello?” Low, gravely, but polite, that voice irked him every time. Its owner clearly hadn’t saved his number. Izaya would bet a lot of money he didn’t know how. 

“Hey, Shinra wanted me to let you know I survived.” Shinra shot him a dirty look. God, this felt like being a kid at the park again, his mom making him apologize to a kid he pushed off a swing.  He almost felt like laughing.

The voice changed immediately, sharp, short, ill-tempered. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Heya, Shizu.”

The line stayed quiet. Usually he’d hang up by now. 

“Look, I uh…” Even the thought of what he was trying to say made Izaya’s stomach curdle, his pride slowing his tongue. “Thank you.”

“Oh? What was that?” A smile crept into his voice, lifting at the sharpness in his words. 

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Izaya groaned. “Thank you for taking me to Shinra’s.”

“You’re welcome.” Good humor made Shizuo chattier than usual, the man no longer debating hanging up and now digging for the story. “How’d you get stabbed anyway?”

Izaya, on the other hand, wanted this conversation over with. “Long story, bad people. Bye bye, Shizu-chan.” He moved swiftly, pulling the phone away from his ear, thumb hovering over the bright red button. 

“Hold on,” Izaya did. The phone traveled back to his ear, albeit held further away. Not that Shizuo was hard to hear. “You, uh… You okay?”

Izaya’s eyebrow twitched. He wasn’t asking about the wound, was he? “Whatever could you mean?”

Shizuo cleared his throat. “You’re not in some shit again, are you?” 

“Aw,” Izaya drawled. “Are you worried about me?”

“Forget I asked.” The phone beeped softly, ringing through the space. The line was dead, Shizuo’s contact info staring back at him instead of the interface. 

“See? That wasn’t so hard.” Shinra gathered his materials, already making his way out. “Lay down and don’t move. I don’t want you hurting yourself again.”

“But Doc, what if I need the bathroom.” Izaya’s characteristic smirk snaking its way onto his face. 

Shinra flicked hair out of his face, his expression flat, but voice teasing. “I’ll give you a catheter.”

Izaya was a little worried he was serious. 

*

“You’re not in some shit again, are you?”

“Aw, are you worried about me?”

“Forget I asked.”

The problem was, Izaya couldn’t forget he’d asked. In fact, the moment replayed in his head over and over again, his brain picking apart and reassembling it, like looking for secrets in a video. 

“You’re not in some shit again, are you?”

He could almost see the man, stopped on the sidewalk, his coworker walking a few strides ahead before wondering why he’d stopped. Tall despite the slouch in his shoulders, black-brown roots exposed by wind that tossed fried blond hair, head tilted into his phone, eyes angled as if making eye contact with the phone might get an honest answer. 

He could picture his face contort, where real concern might have been written, irritation blossomed. 

“Forget I asked” 

And he’d move on without a second thought. 

But why had he asked that? Why did he care? Izaya had been nothing but an obstacle to him since they met. He’d liked it that way. Izaya hated Shizuo and Shizuo hated him back, so what did he care that he was mixed up with the wrong crowd?

Why did he show up that night?

Izaya was reminded time and time again why he hated that monster. While he found fun in watching humanity, there was a part of him that relished the predictability of it all. The struggle, the fear, the anger, it was all a game, but it was a game with rules. 

He knew that if he talked to a girl on the internet in some forum and encouraged her emotions, he could control her, he could guide her into his game. Any person he messed with, he had some amount of control, some amount of influence.

But Shizuo was a raging storm, a natural force he couldn’t sway. No matter what he did, Shizuo always colored outside the lines. He was an outlier. 

And yet, his voice kept playing in Izaya’s head. Over and over again, he asked the same question, that unexpected concern like a broken record. 

It was getting on his nerves. 

Izaya pushed himself upright, taking in the makeshift operating room. Shinra had told him not to move, but there was only so long he was going to stare at that damn ceiling. He wriggled to the side of the bed, ignoring the pulling at his wound. The wooden floor was cold under his feet as he slid off the edge. A weight tugged on his arm, drawing his attention back to the bed. 

“Oh, that’s right.” He muttered. Thin tubing ran from a rack in the corner to the crook of his elbow, clear saline flowing through the plastic. Shinra had replaced the bag during the phone call, but it was almost empty, most of the liquid in Izaya’s bloodstream. A tiny valve created a dam about eight inches from the drip bag. Turning it stopped the flow into Izaya’s arm, a small amount of the liquid remaining in the tube. He drew in a quick breath as his hand drifted up his arm, fingers daintily grasping the tubing. 

He exhaled and ripped the needle from his arm. Izaya let the tubing clatter quietly against the rack as he rifled through a nearby first aid kit. Most of the bandages here were too big. He opted instead to tape a cotton ball over the spot. 

The door cracked open silently as Izaya stuck his head into the hallway. Seeing it was empty, he tread softly into the open. The living room was empty too, with the exception of Celty’s helmet, indicating that the headless woman was somewhere in the apartment, but running water in another room meant she wasn’t going to catch him any time soon. 

His shoes were placed neatly by the door, but his characteristic jacket was nowhere to be seen. “Shit…” Izaya murmured. He would be fine without the jacket, but his knife was in the stash pocket. 

There weren’t any closets near the door that it might have been hidden in, if Shinra had even meant to hide it from him. If he had, his shoes likely wouldn’t be here either. He turned, moving back to the operating room, and stopped in his tracks. 

Light shone around the edges of a knee length lab coat, Shinra blocking his way back into the apartment. “What are you doing out of bed?”

“Bathroom.” Izaya shrugged. He swore he could see a vein pulse in the doctor’s forehead. Standing in the entryway with his shoes on the other side of the apartment from a bathroom probably didn’t help his lie. 

“Izaya, where are you going?”

“I just needed to clear my head. Will you allow me that?”

“You’re looking for your jacket, right?”

“I was, yeah. Don’t want to get chilly.”

Shinra sighed. Heavy fabric collided with Izaya, fur tickling his nose. It was his jacket, lacking its usual weight. His knife wasn’t in it. He sighed, slipping the sleeves over his bare arms. His t-shirt was light, picked to layer under his jacket so he wouldn’t overheat, but it left him pretty cold without the coat. Not that he cared.

“Look, Izaya.” Shinra put his hands in his pockets. “You’re still in critical condition. I’m not gonna stop you, but be careful, okay?”

“Yeah yeah,” Izaya waved a hand, slipping into the hall. 

*

The streetlights were their usual comfortable glow, pale in comparison to that burning star spot from the night before. His eyes were vigilant, flicking amongst the crowd. It was subconscious and it annoyed him. 

These were his people, his family, his playthings, and yet his own mind was betraying him, keeping him vigilant on his own playing field. Unbelievable. One kitten shows its claws and he can’t will himself to relax. 

The crowd moved like water around him, people perfectly spaced for him to pass between them. The city buzz heightened his senses, but it helped to focus his thoughts, honing them on the crowd instead of the noise in his skull. 

A girl was talking on the phone nearby, likely to a partner or a close friend. Her voice was too high, too tight, upset but trying to fight it. What he wouldn’t give to hear that phone call. 

A man passed too close beside him, distracted by the woman to his right. He was talking about drinks. Maybe coworkers? She didn’t look comfortable. It’d be fun to follow them a couple blocks. 

The crowd had parted wider, working around Izaya instead of letting him through. His brows furrowed. That wasn’t right. He wasn’t that well known, was he? “You’re a bit too good looking, Izaya. It makes you stand out in a crowd.” 

He felt himself slowing down, his limbs heavy, thoughts fast. The voices around him were whispers, too quiet to pull him out of his head. Their eyes were nervous, shifting, focused on him. No. 

Something behind him. 

Izaya went ridgid, breath picking up as if he was already running, but his legs wouldn’t move. It felt as if lead were tied around his ankles, cotton in his knees. 

He hadn’t felt fear like this since high school. That’s what this feeling was. He’d almost forgotten it. This was fear. 

“Besides,” 

He could feel the presence behind him now. 

“You’re looking kinda stressed.” 

There was a hand on his shoulder.

“I think a nap…”

“Hey, what are you doing out here?”

“...Would do you a world of good.”

Izaya took off running. Pedestrians stumbled out of his way, his coat flailing behind him as he tore through the waters. This would be a good time to have his knife. Damn it, Shinra. 

“Hey, what the hell?” Part of his brain knew that voice was wrong, it didn’t match, the other part of his brain didn’t care. It was animal fear. Survival. He didn’t care who was chasing him. 

He was not getting caught.

The footsteps behind him were loud, steady, like a heartbeat. They were gaining on him. Fuck. Izaya let his weight fall on his right foot, nearly falling into the mouth of the alley. Eleven years of running for his life had paid off in this respect, movements that would slow others down were a flick of the wrist. He dashed down the alley, foot hooking on a dumpster, hands gripping a balcony rail, working in harmony to propel him upward. In mere moments, Izaya had scaled the side of a low rise apartment, taking his flight along the roof. 

A heavy impact landed not far behind him, his pursuer following him to the rooftop. This guy wasn’t normal, but in his panic, Izaya didn’t care. His abdomen was screaming. If he didn’t lose this guy fast, he might actually pass out up here. 

He leapt over a gap, the rooftops close enough together. At least they looked that way. His foot missed the other side, the toe of his boot catching the edge and slipping out from under him. Shit, this was a far fall. He bucked forward, catching himself on his stomach. 

Izaya coughed, spit flying from his mouth. Pain exploded from his side, rocketing through his entire torso, stretching from his collar to his thigh. He couldn’t get a hold. He was scrabbling for a grip, managing to hold himself despite the struggle. 

Another heavy impact almost shook him loose, the rooftop jostling beneath him. A hand caught his wrist. 

“Shit, no!” The words fled his lips before he thought them. He was drawn onto the rooftop, firmly, but without aggression. He thrashed in their grip, kicking out, hoping to hit anything. 

“Dammit!” His foot connected. The man didn’t budge. “Would you stop that? I’ll drop you!” The growl was familiar. 

His eyes caught polished shoes, the roof beneath them cracked and fractaled. The ghost of a cigarette hung in the air, clinging to the man but no longer with him.

Shizuo pulled Izaya from the edge, setting his feet down on the rooftop. There was fury in his eyes, but he wasn’t acting on it, instead backing away. 

“Why did you run like that?” He was avoiding eye contact, but it ended quickly when he realized Izaya’s only answer was staggered breathing. “Crap, sit down, would ya?”

Shizuo strode forward, grabbing Izaya by the shoulders, leading him to the access shed and sitting him down on the ground. Izaya moved easily, his brain too busy frantically looking for escape. 

“Hey, hey!” Shizuo snapped in front of his eyes, drawing their focus to himself. “Good, breathe.”

Izaya did. He drew in his breath slowly, frustrated by its trembling. If he’d been thinking clearly, he would have exhaled in the man’s face, but his lungs didn’t want to release the air, shaking harder as he breathed out. 

“Jeez,” Shizuo ran a hand through his hair. “You really are an idiot.” He pulled a yellow flip phone from his pocket, a clumsy device for a clumsy brute. If he could laugh, Izaya would have. Shizuo stood up, stepping back from Izaya’s ragdoll form. “Hey, I’ve found Izaya. He- yeah. Okay. Yeah, be there in a few.” 

He hung up, sliding the phone back into his pocket. His steps were lighter as they came back. He kneeled gently in front of the man, head tilted to see under Izaya’s matted hair. “Are you okay? What was all that about?”

Izaya fought for a smile, forcing his walls back up. The idea of letting this monster see him like this was driving him insane. “You caring about me now?” His breath caught again. 

“Aw, are you worried about me?”

Shizuo didn’t react, the taunting either bouncing off him or going over his head. “How’s your back?”

“Ouch-y.”

His brow twitched. “Ouch-y?”

“Yeah, ouch-y.” He tried to grin. 

“Why did you run?”

Izaya shifted, his hand on his stomach. “Anyone would run if you were behind them.” He pretended to shudder, ignoring the screaming pain from his wound. 

“Izaya,” The sincerity in his voice was alarming, a gentle rumble like summer thunder. “I’m serious, what’s wrong?”

He frowned. “I…” 

“Woah, hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me,” Shizuo was suddenly flustered, pulsing open palms, as if trying to soothe him. “Just don’t cry, okay?”

“What?” Venom seeped into Izaya’s voice. Cry? He thought he’d cry in front of this monster? What a dick. 

Izaya flinched, a ripple of movement across his flushed cheeks. A bug? What bad timing. He moved to swat it away, wincing at the shooting pain through his side. His hand came away from his cheek damp. 

You’re kidding. Saline ran from his eyes against his will, a mixture of pain, relief, and embarrassment. This was ridiculous. First, he calls him for help, now he cries in front of this neanderthal? Whatever happened to his pride?

A coarse hand grazed his cheek, the cracked skin of his knuckles scraping against his face. “It’s okay, alright? You’re okay.” His eyes widened, an overwhelming feeling washing over him, one like drowning, like suffocating. 

Izaya acted before he could think. He was doing that a lot lately. Soft, warm fabric enveloped his face, the scent of cigarettes filling his sinuses, miraculously soothing his trembling breath. With his face on his chest, Izaya could hear the man’s breath catch, quiet surprise emanating from his lips. 

If he’d been thinking clearly, this would have made him vomit. But as it stood, the feeling of Shizuo’s arms hesitantly closing around his back, the subtle cigarette smell, the beat of his heart, the sound of his breath, it felt safe.

Summer thunder rumbled again, timid, unsure. Hesitant fingers lifted off his back, sticking ever so slightly as they peeled off the fabric. “Hey… You’re bleeding.”

Izaya considered lifting his head, but it was suddenly heavier than he thought it was. If he had, he might have seen the red staining Shizuo’s hands, the pallor of his cheeks, or even the frightening smear he’d left against the wall behind him. But in his exhaustion, he melted further into cigarette scented cotton and let the rest of the world fade out. 

[apotelexma]

✶⤷ ​ hi, i'm ramsey or just rams, for short. i use they / its pronouns, and i'm 30 years old. i have 2 cats, and they're both little bastards. i've been rping on and off for over 12 years now, honestly, and 7 of those weren't all spent rping on just tumblr. ive rped both on discord and in chatzy quite a few times, and i really enjoy chatzy because of how low maintenance it is and am absolutely open to threading over there and posting a big manuscript on my blog later.

✶⤷ ​anyway i didn't want to make an indie, but the dEMONS in me wanted me to make an indie... so yeah, after whatever possessed me into making an indie rp blog let me go a little bit, i suddenly remembered that since i've been out of ani rp for the past like 7 or so years that that meant i didn't have any of my ani icons anymore, just my real fcs. i started promptly punching and kicking the air in annoyance because i know DAMN well how hard it is to unearth any collection of grell or izaya icons ever at this point in time.

✶⤷ however!!! i did finally manage to find an icon template that i liked and i just made one set per muse for both their ani fc as well as for their real fcs because i just. cant be assed to make multiples. i'm descriptive, you figure it out LOL.

✶⤷ hoooooopefully it looks alright on a white background (i'm always on dark mode. my eyes are bad.), please please please let me know if it doesn't! i don't want to have my things inaccessible to others or cause major eye strain, bc ik the feeling.

✶⤷ i'm gonna have a couple of open starters thrown up next, so feel free to grab one once they go out if you'd like. hello to all the people that followed me as well, nice to meet you!! while i'm here i'm going to figure out my tags situation here so i have it handy and so that anyone cant take anything and blacklist it if they want.

✶⤷ seriously it's just an ungodly amount of tags below. jesus christ why am i like this. i'll definitely be putting them on a page for ease of access when it's not nearly 6:30 am kjdfhkjdf. and i'm posting a separate tag dump post so i can actually find this one again.

⭔﹒▸ ooc: update ⭔﹒▸ ooc: vent ⭔﹒▸ ooc: reaction ⭔﹒▸ ooc: rambling ⭔﹒▸ ooc: tag dump

⭔﹒▸ ic﹒⁘﹒​oc: percy ⭔﹒▸ ic﹒⁘﹒​oc: geal ⭔﹒▸ ic﹒⁘﹒​oc: alice ⭔﹒▸ ic﹒⁘﹒​oc: vael ⭔﹒▸ ic﹒⁘﹒​oc: jaheem

⭔﹒▸ ic﹒⁘﹒​cc: izaya ⭔﹒▸ ic﹒⁘﹒​cc: grell ⭔﹒▸ ic﹒⁘﹒​cc: dipper ⭔﹒▸ ic﹒⁘﹒​cc: frisk ⭔﹒▸ ic﹒⁘﹒​cc: hibari ⭔﹒▸ ic﹒⁘﹒​cc: izuku

⭔﹒▸ ani﹒⁘﹒​fc: thread ⭔﹒▸ rl﹒⁘﹒​fc: thread

⭔﹒▸ ani﹒⁘﹒​fc: percy ⭔﹒▸ ani﹒⁘﹒​fc: geal ⭔﹒▸ ani﹒⁘﹒​fc: alice ⭔﹒▸ ani﹒⁘﹒​fc: vael ⭔﹒▸ ani﹒⁘﹒​fc: jaheem ⭔﹒▸ ani﹒⁘﹒​fc: izaya ⭔﹒▸ ani﹒⁘﹒​fc: grell ⭔﹒▸ ani﹒⁘﹒​fc: dipper ⭔﹒▸ ani﹒⁘﹒​fc: frisk ⭔﹒▸ ani﹒⁘﹒​fc: hibari ⭔﹒▸ ani﹒⁘﹒​fc: izuku

⭔﹒▸ rl﹒⁘﹒​fc: percy ⭔﹒▸ rl﹒⁘﹒​fc: geal ⭔﹒▸ rl﹒⁘﹒​fc: alice ⭔﹒▸ rl﹒⁘﹒​fc: vael ⭔﹒▸ rl﹒⁘﹒​fc: jaheem ⭔﹒▸ rl﹒⁘﹒​fc: izaya ⭔﹒▸ rl﹒⁘﹒​fc: grell ⭔﹒▸ rl﹒⁘﹒​fc: dipper ⭔﹒▸ rl﹒⁘﹒​fc: frisk ⭔﹒▸ rl﹒⁘﹒​fc: hibari ⭔﹒▸ rl﹒⁘﹒​fc: izuku

⭔﹒▸ ooc﹒⁘﹒rp: interest check ⭔﹒▸ ooc﹒⁘﹒rp: starter call ⭔﹒▸ ooc﹒⁘﹒rp: wanted connection

⭔﹒▸ ic﹒⁘﹒rp: open starter ⭔﹒▸ ic﹒⁘﹒rp: closed starter

⭔﹒▸ percy﹒⁘﹒musing: soundtrack ⭔﹒▸ geal﹒⁘﹒musing: soundtrack ⭔﹒▸ alice﹒⁘﹒musing: soundtrack ⭔﹒▸ vael﹒⁘﹒musing: soundtrack ⭔﹒▸ jaheem﹒⁘﹒musing: soundtrack ⭔﹒▸ izaya﹒⁘﹒musing: soundtrack ⭔﹒▸ grell﹒⁘﹒musing: soundtrack ⭔﹒▸ dipper﹒⁘﹒musing: soundtrack ⭔﹒▸ frisk﹒⁘﹒musing: soundtrack ⭔﹒▸ hibari﹒⁘﹒musing: soundtrack ⭔﹒▸ izuku﹒⁘﹒musing: soundtrack

⭔﹒▸ percy﹒⁘﹒musing: visage ⭔﹒▸ geal﹒⁘﹒musing: visage ⭔﹒▸ alice﹒⁘﹒musing: visage ⭔﹒▸ vael﹒⁘﹒musing: visage ⭔﹒▸ jaheem﹒⁘﹒musing: visage ⭔﹒▸ izaya﹒⁘﹒musing: visage ⭔﹒▸ grell﹒⁘﹒musing: visage ⭔﹒▸ dipper﹒⁘﹒musing: visage ⭔﹒▸ frisk﹒⁘﹒musing: visage ⭔﹒▸ hibari﹒⁘﹒musing: visage ⭔﹒▸ izuku﹒⁘﹒musing: visage

⭔﹒▸ percy﹒⁘﹒musing: aesthetics ⭔﹒▸ geal﹒⁘﹒musing: aesthetics ⭔﹒▸ alice﹒⁘﹒musing: aesthetics ⭔﹒▸ vael﹒⁘﹒musing: aesthetics ⭔﹒▸ jaheem﹒⁘﹒musing: aesthetics ⭔﹒▸ izaya﹒⁘﹒musing: aesthetics ⭔﹒▸ grell﹒⁘﹒musing: aesthetics ⭔﹒▸ dipper﹒⁘﹒musing: aesthetics ⭔﹒▸ frisk﹒⁘﹒musing: aesthetics ⭔﹒▸ hibari﹒⁘﹒musing: aesthetics ⭔﹒▸ izuku﹒⁘﹒musing: aesthetics

⭔﹒▸ percy﹒⁘﹒musing: headcanons ⭔﹒▸ geal﹒⁘﹒musing: headcanons ⭔﹒▸ alice﹒⁘﹒musing: headcanons ⭔﹒▸ vael﹒⁘﹒musing: headcanons ⭔﹒▸ jaheem﹒⁘﹒musing: headcanons ⭔﹒▸ izaya﹒⁘﹒musing: headcanons ⭔﹒▸ grell﹒⁘﹒musing: headcanons ⭔﹒▸ dipper﹒⁘﹒musing: headcanons ⭔﹒▸ frisk﹒⁘﹒musing: headcanons ⭔﹒▸ hibari﹒⁘﹒musing: headcanons ⭔﹒▸ izuku﹒⁘﹒musing: headcanons

⭔﹒▸ percy﹒⁘﹒musing: dash commentary ⭔﹒▸ geal﹒⁘﹒musing: dash commentary ⭔﹒▸ alice﹒⁘﹒musing: dash commentary ⭔﹒▸ vael﹒⁘﹒musing: dash commentary ⭔﹒▸ jaheem﹒⁘﹒musing: dash commentary ⭔﹒▸ izaya﹒⁘﹒musing: dash commentary ⭔﹒▸ grell﹒⁘﹒musing: dash commentary ⭔﹒▸ dipper﹒⁘﹒musing: dash commentary ⭔﹒▸ frisk﹒⁘﹒musing: dash commentary ⭔﹒▸ hibari﹒⁘﹒musing: dash commentary ⭔﹒▸ izuku﹒⁘﹒musing: dash commentary

⭔﹒▸ percy﹒⁘﹒musing: memory ⭔﹒▸ geal﹒⁘﹒musing: memory ⭔﹒▸ alice﹒⁘﹒musing: memory ⭔﹒▸ vael﹒⁘﹒musing: memory ⭔﹒▸ jaheem﹒⁘﹒musing: memory ⭔﹒▸ izaya﹒⁘﹒musing: memory ⭔﹒▸ grell﹒⁘﹒musing: memory ⭔﹒▸ dipper﹒⁘﹒musing: memory ⭔﹒▸ frisk﹒⁘﹒musing: memory ⭔﹒▸ hibari﹒⁘﹒musing: memory ⭔﹒▸ izuku﹒⁘﹒musing: memory

⭔﹒▸ percy﹒⁘﹒verse: ⭔﹒▸ geal﹒⁘﹒verse: ⭔﹒▸ alice﹒⁘﹒verse: ⭔﹒▸ vael﹒⁘﹒verse: ⭔﹒▸ jaheem﹒⁘﹒verse: ⭔﹒▸ izaya﹒⁘﹒verse: ⭔﹒▸ grell﹒⁘﹒verse: ⭔﹒▸ dipper﹒⁘﹒verse: ⭔﹒▸ frisk﹒⁘﹒verse: ⭔﹒▸ hibari﹒⁘﹒verse: ⭔﹒▸ izuku﹒⁘﹒verse:

⭔﹒▸ percy﹒⁘﹒relationship: ⭔﹒▸ geal﹒⁘﹒relationship: ⭔﹒▸ alice﹒⁘﹒relationship: ⭔﹒▸ vael﹒⁘﹒relationship: ⭔﹒▸ jaheem﹒⁘﹒relationship: ⭔﹒▸ izaya﹒⁘﹒relationship: ⭔﹒▸ grell﹒⁘﹒relationship: ⭔﹒▸ dipper﹒⁘﹒relationship: ⭔﹒▸ frisk﹒⁘﹒relationship: ⭔﹒▸ hibari﹒⁘﹒relationship: ⭔﹒▸ izuku﹒⁘﹒relationship:

ᗜ ⤷ more tba later！

[royaletiquette]

Name: Rose

Pronouns: she/her

Preferred comms: Whatever, I've never had issues with IM's personally, so I like them. But I know no one else does lol. Discord is cool, especially when we start sending memes and shit to one another.

Name of muse(s): Hibiya and Hibiko. I've had one other muse that didn't last long, I just wanted an excuse to talk about my views and opinions on music lmao. An outlet to express that to a degree, but I just didn't have anything else I wanted to say, no overarching theme or anything.

Experience in RP: Started out the classic way of rp'ing via texts with a friend, where it was like [ "Stop doing that" *laughs* ] as Izaya from Durarara. Not terribly long after I moved to tumblr cause I was already always on it on my personal account and heavy in the durarara community in 2012, 2013, cause I wanted to write as Hibiya. And that was a blast because it started showing on Adult Swim so the anime got more popular and there were just a lot of people and alters to write with.

Stopped and started a few times, but I always wrote Hibiya publically and no one else. I think I barely wrote in 2016 cause the rp side of the fandom was DEAD and I didn't really venture out to find new partners. I had also moved countries so like, wasn't thinking about writing often. Completely stopped thinking about it in 2017 and was writing songs instead. Until after I graduated college and was working fulltime, and after all the lockdowns stopped (Toronto had multiple), I needed a new creative outlet I could work on while not home and kept thinking about Hibiya and Delic and having ideas I wanted to explore. And was very lucky to find my email and password! So now I'm like, I can't imagine leaving tumblr to write somewhere else. Privately I dunno, it's so boring.

Best experiences: It's so nice to have partners that equally gush over one another's muses and relationships, sharing ideas and potential threads and even just being like "lmao if this happened, it'd be over" / "I can't stop thinking about x."

Plus I mean to be honest, it's so, so exciting and nice to hear people excited to write with me and ask about my muses, having genuine curiosity. Asking questions I've never thought of and pushing them to be more developed and fleshed out. I love posting a reply or answering a meme and immediately getting pinged on discord of someone panicking and talking to me about it.

Pet peeves / dealbreakers: Too much ooc is the main reason I end up unfollowing people. Which like, listen, it's not like I outright say, I don't care about you. But if it's too much, even though I like you and your muses and want to write, I'm gonna mute your tag. I'd much rather someone repeatedly be like "I'll be on twitter if you care" or whatever passive-aggressive thing, than have a bunch of posts on my roleplay account that are nothing. Let me ignore it if I want to.

I've complained to the point of adding it to my rules, but I hate mains. And I honestly more and more feel like I'm making the right call in that it's very mean and you shouldn't do it. I understand feeling more drawn to some muns/muses than others, but when a mun is repeatedly answering someone's stuff immediately when you've been waiting for a reply for a month. Yeah, it's a little dog shit. There needs to be an effort to balance it out between partners.

A COUPLE ACTUAL PETTY PET PEEVES. That like, I've rewritten this a bunch of times cause I don't want to be dumb and rude even though it makes me want to be very that. I hate when muns make their muses short and are just weird about it. Like, it's obviously written from the perspective of a person that is average height, who sometimes feels short, so assumes someone shorter than them always feels short. And it's like no one thinks about their height that much, stop it. But this is absolutely me, a person who is the height of all those short muses, being like bruh stop being weird. I also hate when there is an unrealistic weight put to muses. Because it's something most people ignore, so just skip it if you're gonna be dumb about it. If you feel the need to be like, my 5'6" muse 90 pounds, think about how dysfunctional that makes a person. It's beyond the realm of "my muse is skinny." But!! Again! I know this is just me being like "your fictional character is unrealistic." People like to make their muses taller than Shaq and as buff of as wrestler, but also be like "it's natural, they would never track their calories/protein intake."

Muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ): Of course it depends. Hibiya is fun because he's awful at being fluffy, so it's great putting him in those positions where I am also so horribly uncomfortable for him. He's always angsty. It gets a little tiring. Smut is all me though, I just get lost in thinking of the details and then I forget to write any of it and it takes forever. Practice though and I know it'll be more fun. There are at least muses now that Hibi wants to be gross with finally.

Hibiko however, is like, always bordering on fluffy, to the point that she really fights angst. Which in itself is fun because that's where most of her development comes from. Surprisingly, smut will be/is really fun for Hibiko because her walls are down, which isn't the case any other time. She also doesn't have as many preconceptions as Hibiya when it comes to sex, so it's more freeing and open for me to write.

Plot or memes: Memes are more freeing. They can be long winded ideas or just a paragraph, so that's fun. But when it comes to the long run, I need to talk about plots to some extent so we're not running aimlessly.

Long or short replies: Long. Mid, really, but I'd rather it be longer than shorter. I've learned I have a hard time tapping into what my muse is going through if I'm not seeing that in return. But short ones are a very welcomed break when they come along. It's nice to easily poop out a reply without being like oh fuck okay what happens first.

Best time to write: When I'm alone in the morning before anyone wakes up (which isn't the morning but pretend it is). I like sitting in silence and enjoying the nothing going on so I can focus. I like to watch movies by myself, and it'll take twice as long because I'll pause it to write while inspired, and watch another five minutes before pausing to write again. The way god intended, really.

Are you like your muse(s): Kinda. I relate to Hibiya more. I'm more aloof than I think I am and can be a little insensitive towards other people's feelings and my words. Emotions are not my strong suit lmao.

tagged by @sansloii

[justmysicklypride]

“I think I just ripped my pants.” You know for what ;)

I did this instead of studying for my test, Ayo I hope you’re happy. Lmao but for real though this plot went into a completely different direction than I initially planned and I’m surprised it still somewhat worked, and sorry for any ooc-ness bc holy shit are they ooc af

(Pairing: Shizaya)

(Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega trope, at Ayo’s request, and implied sexual content) (Also also they’re both over 18 in this btw so don’t come for me, FBI)

Some Kind of Disaster

It wasn’t like he didn’t know everyone at school had been eyeing him all day but more so the fact that if he did anything about it, it would do nothing but bring more attention onto himself. It would’ve been just another normal day, walking into school like he owned the place with everyone thinking that he was just another alpha or beta, (thanks to those pills that Shinra keeps hooking him up with), but ever since he got mated… Well, that had been an entirely different story. 

Shinra was the first to know, obviously, because he was Shinra, and while he’s glad that he won’t be dying of heat, out of all things, any time in the foreseeable future, there had been another issue of him now constantly having the scent of his alpha draped over him like an oversized blanket on a winter’s day - heavy enough so that he always knows it’s there, but also warm and comforting enough that even someone like him would feel protected in even the worst situations. It would wear off, Shinra had said, but until then, the only other option to hide the fact that they’d mated would be to go everywhere together, which considering the fact that they had the same class and sat next to each other (it took a lot of convincing for the teacher to believe that they won’t break another classroom with a stray knife or another chair out the window), seemed like an all to perfect plan.

Up until the day Shizuo woke up and received a message from Izaya saying that he couldn’t walk him to school that day, thanks to Mairu suddenly developing a high fever early in the morning, and who would’ve thought that someone like Shizuo, strength and all, would ever need to be this dependent on his alpha for anything? He called him immediately.

“I’m sorry, Shizu-chan,” he heard Izaya’s exhausted voice try to keep afloat amongst the barrage of noise caused by the crowds, medical staff and machinery in the background. “I really am, but I can’t leave her on her own until my parents get here.”

“People are going to notice,” Shizuo said, protested, and he did feel bad about Mairu being sick, it’s just that the fact that people were not only going to find out that Shizuo had been mated, but would also simultaneously deduce the alpha that he did the deed with to be Izaya. 

Shizuo had enough of a headache building up on the side of his head without the extra attention adding onto it. 

“And I already told you I can’t,” Izaya snapped at him, harsh with an edge of a growl to it, and Shizuo couldn’t help the little shiver that went up his spine when he heard it. It wasn’t often that Izaya let his second gender override the cool, collected persona he’s established over the course of ten somewhat odd years. Izaya quickly backtracked, “Sorry, I didn’t- I didn’t mean to. It’s been a long night.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Shizuo said, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Kasuka eyed him curiously over the back of the sofa. “Do you think I can just pretend to be wearing your clothes or something?” he asked, somewhat hopefully. “Like I’ll just say some bullshit excuse in front of people like ‘oh, I think I just ripped my pants’, and pretend to go change?”

“You know that’s not going to work,” Izaya huffed a sigh. “You know how strong the scent is now, there’s no way anyone would believe you if you said you haven’t mated.”

He was right, and Shizuo knew he was right. He knew that they were going to have to tell people one day, it’s just that Shizuo had intended for that day to be sometime after they'd graduated. It was only three months away after all, it wouldn’t be too long if they were to hold out and suppress their instincts for a mere three weeks, each time either one of them went into a rut or a heat, but of course the universe just didn’t work like that and in some sort of half-coherent daze one day, they went and did it, overpowered by sheer instinct and too enamoured with each other to realise what was going on until it was too late. 

“What’s this really about?” Izaya asked, suddenly, and it took Shizuo a moment to realise what Izaya had said.

“What do you mean?” Shizuo asked in return. 

“I know you’re my omega and all and that you’re meant to be really submissive or whatever normally,” Shizuo cringed at the choice of words as Izaya continued, “But this isn't like you. You don’t need some tough guy alpha around if you could just punch some guy into the stratosphere if he did so much as look you the wrong way. Why are you so afraid of people finding out about this? Is it-” Izaya paused, cutting himself off so abruptly that Shizuo thought he lost connection for a second, and then softer, “Is it because you regret mating with me?”

“No,” Shizuo responded immediately. “No way in hell would I ever regret it. I- I want to be with you forever, Izaya, and one day, I want to… bear your…” he heard Izaya stifle a laugh, the quieter he got, the more embarrassed he felt, so he feigned a cough and tried to ignore the heat spreading across his face. “It’s just that it’s hard enough being an omega and, you know, doing the things I do… and it took awhile for people to get used to that, I don’t want to get more attention to myself when people are just starting to get used to me.”

“I never knew monsters like you could have an identity crisis,” Izaya teased. Shizuo rolled his eyes, knowing that this was Izaya’s attempt at being endearing. “An omega having that brute strength of yours is unheard of, you’re right, but if people could get over that and accept it as another reality,” Izaya paused. “Then what’s so hard to believe that that same omega - any omega, would end up finding an alpha they’re really compatible with to mate with?”

“Yeah, but that’s… well-” he started.

Izaya cut him off, “Like I said earlier, you’re Shizuo Heiwajima, the most feared high schooler in Raijin, the city, even. I’m happy to be there for you every step of the way I can until you get that fact ingrained through that thick, protozoan skull of yours.” 

Shizuo probably should’ve felt insulted, but the only thing he felt was his heart skip a beat, and while biologically impossible (especially since his last one was just a couple of days ago), he wondered if this alone would send him into some sort of heat, out of sheer heartwarming affection-

“But right now you just have to grow a pair and get it over with, like come on, you’re old enough to not need your hand held every time you go to school,” as Izaya completely ruined the moment once more. 

He figured it was too good to be true. 

“Okay, fine,” Shizuo huffed, and finally picked up his bag. “But you better still come to school today or I’ll kick your ass.”

Izaya laughed, and the way it carried over the slightly muffly phone with just a hint of exhaustion reminded Shizuo of the morning after they woke up from a night they’ll never forget. 

“I will,” Izaya said. Then, tauntingly, “I mean who else is going to protect my cute little omega from all those mean bullies?” 

“I thought you said I could learn to grow a pair for once,” Shizuo said, a hint of a smile on his face now as Kasuka pulled on his school shoes at the doorstep.

“Yeah, I supposed I did,” Izaya said, and he could hear the smile in his voice, too. “Give them hell, Shizu-chan.”

[modernisedking-blog]

HEY SO WHAT UP  ──  tbh i’ve been meaning to make one of these for a while but never got around to it because i’m .. me. BUT HEY IT’S FINALLY DONE !! i’ve reached a milestone on this blog that i hadn’t ever reached before, and i still don’t understand how. i’ve had my bakugou for a little over two months now ( like two months and 2 weeks or something idek ), and in that time i’ve come to meet a bunch of great people that i now consider my super close friends. being here on bakugou makes me the happiest person, and while yeah i love bakugou to bits  ──  it mostly has to do with the fact that i get to interact with all of you, who always brighten my day and for whatever reason, continue to put up with my dumbass. so without further ado .. 

//  SPECIAL MENTIONS THOUGH //

@willsmite. /  @silencebled  :  IRI MY BOY ─ brah gee wheeze do i love you  ;  3  ;  you are such an important person in my life and i feel so lucky to have you around .. you have helped me through so much and have filled my nights and days with countless laughs and good times. you are so bright and so talented i’m crying ..  i remember when we became mutuals and how i freaked cos i’d looked up to you and your writing from a distance. i really didn’t think we’d ever interact and now here we are - two months of nonstop talkin’ later and i’m so fckn done :/ ( kidding ur stuck with me forever and i’m love u )

@fawkesed / @narumakii : why there they go .. the beautiful person who holds my dumb heart in their precious hands HOBBIT !! wheezes i love you so dang much it’s crazy  ──  talking to you always brightens my day, i honest to god cannot imagine ever not being in your presence because lemme tell ya my world would be dark and ugly without you in it. you are soooOOOooo talented @ everything i still dont understand how you do it.. not to mention you are a cutie and every time i’m blessed with a selfie i die on the spot. never forget that i adore you !! you are my special lil one !! 

// UNDER A READ MORE NOW CAUSE I’M EMO AND WRITING TOO MUCH //

@magicalshe : BUBBLES COME HERE AND SMOOCH US !! we haven’t written on this blog yet but we have on .. u know the one and fuckin’ you are such a sweetie and our threads with dottie and ara will always be some of my faves - apart from that though, you are such a sweet person and one of the most genuine people i have ever had the honour of knowing. you always know how to fckn make me smile and you have always just been such an angel upon this earth i dont know what i’ve one to deserve you as my bae but thnx god for this blessing.

@softlighted / @lucklives : OH MY GOD KYLIE MY HEART LITERALLY BEATS FOR ONLY YOU !! i dont know what i’ve done in my life to deserve someone as precious and lovely as you but pff gosh i love you so much it’s insane ♥ you have always been such a joy, and are honestly beautiful both inside and out. you have such a way of lighting up the room, and whenever i talk to you i can’t help but smile an feel bliss because you just have that effect, when someone is by you it’s just impossible to not feel happy. you know what i’m sayin’ ? not to mention how talented you are .. your writing makes me wanna sit down and cry at how gorgeous and elegant and flowy it is !! YOU ARE AN INSPIRATION AND I WISH YOU NOTHING BUT THE BEST ALWAYS YOU ARE MY DARLING ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT OKAY?!

@froghopped / @uglymind : how the fuck do i even begin this .. linnea is an enigma. on the real, you are amazing - at everything. all your canons; spot on. all your oc’s; how the fuck. your art; salvador is rolling in his grave. you as a whole; WOW !! i’ve followed you for so long, back in the day i had an izaya that we were mutuals on and that was YEARS ago i didn’t realise it was you until much later ( when we became mutuals on bo i think ) and i freaked the fuck out !! i have always admired you and how well you do what you do. more than that you are also such a fckn great person .. you’re so funny and such a joy to be around and i’m crying right now because I LUV U OKAY ;  -  ; 

@mindlesspurplegaze : okay so we don’t talk ooc much but i wanted to put ya here cos you were the first partner i ever had on this blog and thus you hold a very special place in my heart !! your writing is phenomenal and even though i’m a shit who can't keep up with my own threads, i really do stop and read through yours when i catch them on the dash because they’re so good !! you portray shinsou so well and are def my fave i am sending you a smoochin’ !!

// I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU ARE SO GREAT AN TALENTED AND I WOULD DIE FOR YOU AND HOLD YOUR HAND // 

@redrioted / @jealousyridden / @miightymiidorii / @uila / @derivened / @infinityprodigy / @battlexfist / @incandesces / @amdience / @abysmalpyre / @anguisbred / @faustium / @kavalieres / @lone-red-lion / @locksfate / @iimperium / @ofexplodokills / @offliight / @ofshockwaves / @liquidlegacy / @litspoke / @reinepomme / @altruisticpower / @mercyheal / @creatiexsm / @phasedthrough / @dualborn / @heromight / @herofloat / @handrot / @prodigalwill / @chsskng / @inheritwill / @babybcts / @bookmans-lavi / @bubblyacidqueen / @unltedstatesofsmash / @ungcii / @izukusdeku / @mommighty / @izukx / @illslept / @ehreled / @sparkpluggcd / @villagerbee / @hemolovin / @nxcturnalhero / @numberwon / @jurioku / @gravitytouch / @enginium / @tastelesspride / @amplifical / @tenebrovs / @notfrail / @captivusborn / @sweaterquccn / @parasiticx / @coldtempered / @tensemask / @shogekiha / @deitydeceit / @oshikakei / @oszeus // AND I’M SORRY IF I FUCKN FORGOT TO ADD YOU TO THIS THING I’M A STRAIGHT UP FOOL A COMPLETE DUMBASS !!