#durarara ocs

[aka-tsubaki]

[scalllions]

izaya orihara x oc commission!

[kasururigoth]

[sypherafin]

"Still, 'woof' is going too far."

[incaseofart]

I've been thinking about him again and I really wanted to do a redraw of my favorite older piece of Shizuo and Wendy! The improvement is pretty wild and I'm proud of myself!!!

The original is beneath the cut. 😊

[iprefermadneto]

Hiiii, I barely follow anyone and just casually come on here, but I'd love to follow more people. Just like this post and I'll give a follow. FYI, you don't have to meet the entire criteria of the post lol.

The Fandoms I enjoy are:

Love and Deepspace (I main Sylus and Caleb)

My Hero Academia (Todoroki and Yaoyorozu are my favs)

Jujutsu Kaisen (especially Toji lol)

Chainsaw Man

Hell's Paradise

Yakuza Fiance

Spy x Family

Bungo Stray Dogs

Durarara/Baccano

I like more stuff but I'll start here for now !!

I also like seeing people's original characters ! So if you're an artist, I'll definitely follow too!

[iyainthetrenches]

shoving my durarara oc rei in your face like i'm the proudest wife guy in the whole entire world

[empress-of-time1109]

[Feb special ]♾️ “A Room Full of Ghosts” [Grimmjow x Dazai x Izaya x Portgas D. Ace x Kakashi x Killua x Yami Marik x reader]

At 3 AM, the world outside was still asleep. The street lights flickered lazily, the sky stretched out in muted shades of navy and deep violet, and the only sound was the low hum of a forgotten playlist looping through half-broken headphones.

Inside the dimly lit bedroom, paper, ink, and a whole lot of poor life choices cluttered the bed. The sketchbook lay open, filled with faces that didn’t belong to this world. Some rough, some half-finished, some so detailed they almost breathed.

She sat curled against the headboard, pencil tapping idly against the page, surrounded by the soft glow of her laptop screen and the not-so-empty silence.

And then—a voice.

“Oi, you gonna keep ignoring us, or are you just that lost in your own head?”

She didn’t even flinch.

A slow, exaggerated sigh left her lips as she dragged her eyes up from her drawing. “Grimmjow, for the love of everything unholy, inside voice.”

The blue-haired menace leaned back against the desk, arms crossed, smirking like he had just won a fight no one else knew they were in, “Tch. Not my fault you’re always zoning out like some weird hermit.”

Across the room, sprawled lazily over her unmade bed, Dazai Osamu let out a dramatic, suffering sigh.

“How cruel, ignoring us like we’re nothing more than figments of your imagination… Oh, the pain, the agony, the unbearable loneliness—!”

“Dazai, if you monologue at me before sunrise, I’m throwing you out the window.”

He gasped, placing a hand over his heart like she had just personally assassinated his will to live.

Ace, seated cross-legged near the pile of blankets on the bed, snickered. “You say that, but you’d probably just run downstairs to check if he landed okay.”

From the corner, Kakashi flipped a page in his book without looking up. “That, or she’d just replace him with another tragic mess of a character.”

“Hey, I resemble that remark,” Izaya Orihara quipped, balancing perfectly on her window sill like some over-caffeinated cat with ill intentions.

Izaya smirked, shifting his weight with the kind of effortless balance that shouldn’t be possible on the narrow sill.

“Come on, now. Be honest.” He tapped a gloved finger against his temple, eyes glinting with sharp amusement. “You like us too much to ever get rid of us.”

“Debatable.” She flipped a page in her sketchbook, pretending not to see the way Grimmjow and Killua exchanged a knowing look.

Ace grinned, leaning back on his hands. “You say that, but every time you ‘debate’ it, we’re still here.”

“Persistent parasites, the lot of you.”

Dazai made a wounded noise, clutching at his chest. “Oh! Such cruel words from the very peron who brought us into existence! And here I thought we were precious to you—beloved even!”

Kakashi turned a page in his book. “A bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“And yet, I’m still not the most dramatic person in this room.”

“He has a point,” Killua muttered, pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the window. The city outside was still dark, a few early commuters trudging through the wet streets below, unaware that a twelve-year-old assassin was silently judging them.

Yami Marik chuckled, low and unsettling. “We all serve a purpose, don’t we? Even if that purpose is simply… lingering.” His voice curled around the last word like a whisper behind the ear, a hint of amusement laced beneath something darker.

Izaya tilted his head, looking at her with something unreadable. “And why do you think we linger, exactly?”

The question sat heavy in the space between them.

For a moment, she didn’t answer. Just dragged the pencil across the page, darkening the lines of a half-finished sketch—a familiar smirk, sharp eyes, something just a little too real.

The rain kept falling. The playlist shuffled to a song she barely recognized.

Then—

She set the pencil down and leaned back, gaze flickering over each of them, one by one.

“Because I don’t want to be alone.”

Silence.

Grimmjow huffed. “Well, duh.”

Ace stretched, joints popping. “Took you long enough to admit it.”

Kakashi barely looked up, flipping another page. “Acceptance is the first step.”

Dazai beamed. “Oh, how sentimental! A love story between a creator and her creations—so tragic, so poetic! You’ll cry when we’re gone, won’t you?”

Killua scoffed. “She’d never let that happen.”

Izaya’s smirk curled at the edges. “No. She wouldn’t.”

She rolled her eyes, pushing herself off the bed. “Don’t flatter yourselves.”

Marik chuckled. “Oh, darling, we don’t need to. You already do it for us.”

They laughed—a mixture of voices that didn’t belong to the real world, but belonged to her.

And in that moment, as the rain tapped against the glass and the shadows stretched just right across the floor, she let herself believe that maybe, just maybe—

They really were there.

Killua, sprawled on the window ledge now, yawned. “Why are we even awake? This is a stupid hour to exist.”

“Because some people never learned a proper sleep schedule,” Yami Marik muttered, twirling a stray pen between his fingers, eyes glinting like he was considering setting something on fire just to liven things up.

She sighed, rubbing her temple. “I don’t know why I put up with any of you.”

Grimmjow grinned, sharp and wolfish. “Because you want us here.”

That shut her up.

A beat of silence. The rain outside tapped softly against the glass. Somewhere in the distance, a car engine hummed past, lost in the quiet expanse of early morning. The world was waking up.

She looked around the room. At the faces that weren’t supposed to be there, but always were.

Her fingers curled around her pencil, the weight of it familiar. Safe.

A chuckle slipped out—tired, but real.

“Yeah. I guess I did.” She turned off the lights and went to bed.

—

At 7 AM, her alarm went off.

At 7:05 AM, she sat up, stretched, and glanced around the empty room.

The window sill where Izaya had perched was untouched.

The bed was still unmade, but no lazy suicidal detectives occupied it.

The window was closed. No Killua. No Ace. No Kakashi.

The other side of the bed was scattered with pencils, erasers, ink stains—but no signs of conversation lingering in the air.

Just a sketchbook full of faces that would never really be there.

She exhaled, slow and steady, pressing the heel of her palm against her eyes.

Just a little longer. She just needed to hold on a little longer.

After all—

They only ever disappeared when she took her meds.

[shibaleeart]

[DRRR Oc Momo]

Izaya's not the only one who can find information on people and their alternate accounts. Beating the infamous informant at his own game

[shizuchansmilk]

23.01.2025

+without hat

[fwuuton]

God bless Narita for not killing Izaya or anyone in the cast, and opening the gateway to angsty Post-canon/Post-Ketsu reunion stories I am so so thankful this man isn't like Isayama or Gege

[aestheticallypleasinganimeboys]

Heiwajima Shizuo - Monster Strike

[kasururigoth]

if your life is fucking shit just make yourself into a durarara character and ship yourself in a toxic codependent relationship with your fav, it won’t fix any of your issues, but it will be very fun

[sypherafin]

"...I said life isn't going to last forever"

"That's not what you said"

[ado-bye]

Long time no post. I've been busy rotting in Star Rail and brainrotting about my OCs instead (might aswell draw these 3 together)

A bit rushed so yeah

[sinceyousawvienna]

Izaya strikes me as a cat person purely out of spite for dogs and he’d given them really ridiculous names ( like he’d call a pure white cat ‘midnight’ or a pure black cat ‘snowball’).

Here’s Neapolitan, average cat.