#if i ever did at least lol like including some stickers and whatnot if you buy my comic

[akkivee]

i like the cheebs i drew for jyushi’s bday last year lol

[subarashiihibi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL ANGEL WIFE IZAYA ORIHARA!!!!!!! 🥰😘👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨😭😎🔥🫶🩷

i can't quite put into words what exactly izaya has meant to me over the past 8 years. one, it sounds really corny and i go off into at least 30 different tangents about all the little things that make him so endearing to me, but also i just dont really know how to sound eloquent and stuff. that being said, a lot of the person i am today is (for better or for worse) thanks to izaya, so i think if i leave it at that you can at least get it a little bit. ^_^

i was really excited to set this year's display up. i changed the room i used this time, since i got a new desk, and it was...kind of a challenge at first, but after moving around a bunch of furniture and whatnot, i made it work...!

i had to forego putting up a few other things... namely the rest of my bromides and postcards, but also all my shikishi. i need to invest in some way to display them... i also had two(!!) dakimakura... i had to leave out this year. </3 and the cardboard cutout i made when i was 16. 😭

as usual, i have a lot of stuff to say about this entire thing and the stuff around it, so i... will leave my rambling under the cut. (^□^)

my god putting this thing together was hell. i said 'challenge' earlier no this shit was like a fucking war omfg. the clear files kept falling i was miserable and praying to god (im not even religious). and then i had to tape behind the big izaya balloon poster cause it's covering my doorway and it kept getting pulled back to the door...? and it looked stupid. 🤦‍♂️ i wasn't originally gonna put the tables in here either. i really wanted to be able to fit the bed sheets on the walls. but i couldn't... and i needed more room to put the pillows and stuff, so it ended up working out perfectly.

(the only reason i didn't want to use tables was cause i didn't want something covering up izaya's sexy exposed feet in the china poster... 😟)

i was (finally) gonna get a cake this year, but after having the stress of two exams back to back this week and exams next week, i...was too exhausted lol. hopefully next year i won't have an awful overnight job or school making me miserable. (as if i'm not still gonna be a student next year☠)

the amount of durarara merch that's come out the past few years has left me feeling so spoiled... i hope they do a mail order for the 20th anni merch... i want all the izaya stuff without the crazy markups from resellers online🤬

also plz don't judge my toploader deco skills too much... i am not very experienced... and i also don't have a lot of stickers to work with... 🥺

at any rate... at this exact time last year, i was suffering inside the confines of my local walmart... i was working overnight, and my break was at 12am, so as soon as it hit, i ran out to my car to excitedly celebrate the date changing to may 4th...!

and then during my lunch break, i drove to the whataburger next door and did another 10-pull on the izaya birthday kuji while in the drivethru.

i didn't realize this until i started taking stuff down in my room (this is my bedroom... i can't realistically keep two large tables in here and a poster covering my doorway. i had to crawl under the table just to get in and out. my knees still hurt.), but... i actually forgot something i wanted to include... my izaya lightstick... 💔💔💔 it's okay. i will live. i'm happy with my setup as a whole so i have no qualms with this. i just need to make sure i don't make the same mistake next year.

on a (slightly) unrelated note, yesterday (may 3) was the 19th birthday of my favorite album ever from my favorite band ever, fall out boy's from under the cork tree! i was so happy when i found out it's right before izaya's birthday cause fall out boy as a whole has so many izaya coded lyrics it's crazy. (btw, their debut album tttyg came out on the 6th as well...!)

and then tomorrow is cinco de mayo... it's not a coincidence... latina izaya truthers rise up...

anyways...! i'm finally learning how to draw properly. the reason i was always so miserable when i tried before was cause i never knew what i was doing. i didn't know where to start from. because...i didn't use references...so hopefully i can draw something cute for izaya's birthday next year. ^_^

that's all i have to say...! i woke up early this (yesterday) morning at 9am so i could be there at 10am when midnight hit in japan, and it's already 3am on the 4th, so i'm exhausted lol...

i was so excited seeing all the izaya bday fanart on twitter though. all the beautiful artists making beautiful art...

but i've spoken too much now. sorry. i'm going to spend the rest of my night listening to fall out boy before i eventually pass out. bye bye !!!! ^_^

[plush-rabbit]

Request: Leon bday asker. Goodness, it’s been so long I’ve nearly forgotten what I asked! I think it was like, Leon x reader home spa day that Leon set up for reader’s birthday type thing..? I think I left it up to you whether to go nsfw or sfw or both. If that’s not it, just go with this, I guess! Sorry again for the trouble, tumblr sucks lol.

Things came up so sorry for the headcanons!!

A/N: I’m so sorry for it being so late!! I swear I thought I had a handle on this but I did not!! Anyways happy belated birthday!! <(＿　＿)>

It’s hard enough to get someone like Leon to take a day for himself. He still has many responsibilities to do and he hardly ever takes time for himself. The most that he’ll ever do is when it revolves around his hair. He hates the itchiness when he doesn’t take care of his beard- the scruffiness that pricks his skin and makes it feel as if has sandpaper scratching against him. He’ll take proper care of his hair to avoid any unnecessary knots. He takes care of himself well enough but you’ve always been the one to fret more about your appearance so when he notices that you’ve begun to lack in your care routine and that it’s your birthday soon, he takes advantage of it to have an in-home spa for you.

He makes sure to do his research before he starts to shop for the items for a good week in advance. He’ll research online, try to ask not-so-obvious questions about whether you’ve been feeling stressed or if you’ve been having trouble sleeping before he actually starts to shop. He’ll go around to each store, buy oils and candles and pick out a new robe for you to wear. He’s lost at what exactly to get and will resist the urge to buy a scent that promises relaxation but is scented in your least favorite scent. Once he returns home, he’ll fix the place up and set out everything that needs to be done until it looks nice.

Introducing you to the idea is a bit nerve wracking for him. It’s a big gesture that could be taken the wrong way but he tries to make sure it isn’t communicated like that. He’s messing with his hands in sorts of ways- has a strand of his hair twirled around a finger, his hands moving erratically or scratching the back of his necklaces he feels heat start to burn his skin. It’s intimate in a different way that he isn’t able to express. This isn’t something he’s trying to do to flirt but to show you that he cares about you and your wellbeing. A bit awkward in his wording, he’ll give you a nervous grin and make a weak joke about the whole thing. Once he gives you the chance to change into something more comfortable, he’ll hide his face in his hands and have them drag against his skin.

He’ll see you lie on your stomach, a white, fluffy towel covering your lower back side and he’s suddenly so tense. He was nervous before but now he can feel his muscles pull tight against each other, in a way that doesn’t allow for his fingers to flex so easily. He’s watched plenty of videos of massages- even quick videos about what not to do- but now he has to actually put in the work. His brows will furrow and he’ll wish that he took an actual class or something but even the thought of that makes him a bit uncomfortable. He’s more than happy to do something for you but he likes being good at something and everything and he fears that he won’t be good enough for you and it’ll be a marker for his skill and he doesn’t want to deal with that.

It’s a tense beginning where he isn’t sure what he has to do. Any past research is suddenly out the window and he’ll clumsy grab at a scented oil. His hands shine with a thin layer of oil and curve over your shoulder blades. His fingers are rough from years of activity as they drag down your skin. It’s a start. It’s tense and slow, and he hardly speaks even when you try to make small talk. He’s seen your bare back plenty of times- enough to know where your blemishes lay and where your blades start, where faint scars reside and any other beauty marks that have decided to form against you but seeing you in a different light makes him stutter in his steps. His hands are clumsy, slowly finding their rhythm until he’s pressing into your muscles and tissues and eliciting deep sounds from you.

The massage may leak with a bit of excess oil- something strong and fruit in the air as the oil slides down your back and drips from your side in thin strands. He starts to talk to you more, asking if everything feels good, if you think you feel any tension in certain spots and even telling a joke here and there that he can feel knots and whatnot in your lower back. His hands may wander, grip at your midthigh and slowly creep up until his fingertips graze against your inner thigh in a teasing manner. Everything is in good fun and he’ll joke around, placing mint on you and blowing cool to see you twitch and coo his name in a warning-slash-playful tone. Soon the massage is in good fun, teetering at certain spaces with his lips pressed against your neck, his smile wide as grips your sides.

Everything and anything that could be considered coming from a spa will be included in this homemade spa. The bath will be drawn as you wrap yourself in a towel, the water still with a few rose petals drifting in the small space. He’ll have you get in before he does, bringing you close to him, your back against his chest and his arms around you. It’s still, a quiet moment shared between the two of you. His hands will curl against the top of your head, soap suds that gleam wonder the white light will slide down to the back of your neck and soon the tender moment will turn more playful as you turn to face him, water splashing against the both of you.

As it is your day, he’ll insist that he’ll be the one to dry you. It’s a spa recreation with a lover, he can take a few liberties in what spas actually do. He’ll grab the new towel that he bought you, wrap you around it and pull you close, letting you dry your own hair because while he may be gentle, he has a habit of becoming playful much too soon and wanting to play with you in an eager sort of way. He’ll lay you down and pick out a soft smelling cream and smooth it out on your body. His gaze is focused and his touch isn’t as playful even as it nears close to your sex. He is focused on you and wanting to make you feel good, his hand course and soft all at once, a fluttering touch where he’s quick to roam his hands in a way that is sincere. He’ll smile up at you, his brows knitted and rise up, allowing you to change into a new set of pajamas as he goes to pull the covers and get ready for bed.

The end of the day is as selfish for him as it is for you. He’ll order things that you like and get to lie in bed with you, the bed tray catching any loose food. You’ll be near him, cuddled and clean, the scent of your cream reaching his nose as you take sips of his drink when you think he isn’t looking. He’ll smile when you kiss his bicep, his throat getting tight and cheeks heating up when you tell him how you loved this at-home-spa. Pride will fill him, making him puff out his chest and have this crooked smile on him. He’ll shrug and murmur a happy birthday to you but you call tell by the bounce in his leg that he’s glad that you enjoyed your spa day with him.

Leon realizes that it would have been easier to get you something like a gift certificate to a spa or actually pay for your spa but he didn’t want to give you something like that. It’s selfish of him but he didn’t want you to be the only one making memories, he wanted to be included as well. It may be your birthday, but he wants you to remember the good times that you had together. While you both rest on the bed watching some old movie, he’ll have his hands hold yours, his forefinger and thumb massaging the webbed part of your hand. Long after you’ve fallen asleep, he’ll stay up watching the credits roll and you press yourself against his chest. If his phone is near him, he’ll grab it and take a picture, the flash accidently going off before he fumbles to turn it off and take another one, going off to edit it and add cute stickers before he sends it to you.