haha süss

when in doubt, back to my roots. i am so full of nostalgia for my fo4 playthrough pbbthh


Inspired by this headcanon cause traveling SS is life ~(‾▿‾~)

This was intended to be smut but I changed my mind. The did the do will be in the sequel ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)

Listen to this timeless song for extra feels.

PS: I quickly finished the coloring of this one so please excuse my mistakes. I will be very busy starting today until the weekend cause today is my birthday!

PS#2: I forgot to add why I used the Daisies here. It means purity, innocence, loyal love, beauty, patience and simplicity.

Some icons a few of my friends over at quizup requested!

UL sans belongs to @nsfwshamecave-pb I think?

And Storyshift Asriel belong to @ut-storyshift!


title: domestic issues
pairing: shizuo/izaya
word count: 5,566
summary: ten things changed when heiwajima shizuo lugged all his things into orihara izaya’s spacious, immaculate, minimalist apartment.
for @monstrux

Ten things changed when Heiwajima Shizuo lugged all his things into Orihara Izaya’s spacious, immaculate, minimalist apartment.

i. the decor

Izaya watched in hidden horror as Shizuo dropped a ragged, worn-out cow plush on his couch that was worth more than the sum of all of Shizuo’s rental payments. He regarded it cautiously and had half a mind to poke it with his foot, just to see if anything would come crawling out of it. Shizuo didn’t seem to notice; he went back to unpacking his things and despite the growing clutter around him, all Izaya could focus on was that cow. “…Shizu-chan, what’s that?”

Shizuo blinked. He straightened while holding a few paper cups and plastic utensils.

“…A cow.”

“I see that,” Izaya answered patiently. “I mean why is it on my sofa?”

“Because he’s my favorite,” Shizuo explained with a frown, challenging Izaya’s eyebrow raise with a glare. There was a tense silence as Izaya’s eyes dropped to stare at the stuffed animal again. It looked extremely old and was patched up in various places, some done better than others. It was obviously a childhood toy of Shizuo’s; based on his preference for dairy products, Izaya supposed a cow being Shizuo’s favorite animal was more than obvious.

He didn’t like it. Everything Izaya owned was practical and when it began showing signs of wear and tear, he’d throw it out. He didn’t like things being dirty or scratched and Namie had once told him he spent more on chessboards than food.

He informed her that he couldn’t just keep charred game pieces around.

She dryly instructed him to stop burning things.

However, despite Izaya’s dislike of it, he knew that it was important Shizuo. Shizuo wasn’t a sentimental type of person and his clutter came mostly from convenience and having to repurchase low quality items. So for this to be kept after all these years must have meant it was something he was fond of and Izaya sighed.

He hated compromise.

“…All right,” Izaya said at last. “Just keep it on the bed.”

When Izaya had proposed they take their relationship to the next level with Shizuo moving in, it was primarily because Shizuo’s apartment was so bare Izaya hadn’t thought his apartment would change too much. He expected, obviously, Shizuo’s presence to be more constant and was willing to allow for some degree of messiness. But as Shizuo unpacked his belongings, out came old books and journals, stuffed animals and a blanket.

Shizuo didn’t have many things, and so that was why Izaya didn’t think he’d notice Shizuo’s belongings around the apartment. But Izaya’s apartment had the bare necessities of the bare necessities and so even Shizuo’s coaster on his coffee table made all the difference in the world. Finally tearing his gaze away from the coaster, Izaya noticed crumpled tissues on the other side of his table.

“Shizu-chan? Here.”

“Why are you giving me a trash can?”

“That’s a crumpled up napkin.”

“It’s a napkin from where we had our first date.”

Izaya decided to give Shizuo the benefit of the doubt and assume that the napkin wasn’t used. Giving a slow sigh, he nodded and set the trash can down again, deciding to go hide behind a computer so he wouldn’t have to watch all of Shizuo’s things invading his personal space.

Heiwajima Shizuo brought with him a flurry of what seemed like old trash, but Izaya supposed a few memories in his apartment wouldn’t be the end.

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He doesn’t know what he is.

His powers didn’t come with any instructions or any answers. It had been an accident. A mistake. And now he is here but…

He has spent years not knowing what he is.

All this time and he still doesn’t even know if he’s dead or alive. Or both. Or neither.

He is still a teenager, he thinks. With classes and chores. With nagging parents and bullies waiting for him in the hallway between periods.

But can he really believe that when he blasts ghosts with ectoplasmic energy built up around his hands and destroys city blocks with the ensuing chaos?

When he flies around Amity Park, he doesn’t need to breathe and no matter how desperately he looks for one, he cannot find a pulse.

His rings transform him back to a living breathing boy again, blood pumping gently, insistently, from his chest. But if he lets the light wash over him again, he is cold and powerful, with energy thrumming in his core.


… the other.

Human. Ghost.

Dead? Alive?

He doesn’t know anymore, what this makes him. He bleeds both red and green.

He is a ghost with a curfew. A student who can walk through walls.

Spectra asked him once what he was and he didn’t have an answer. A ghost trying to fit in with humans? Or a creepy little boy with creepy little powers?

Both, he had said then. Neither, he corrected. Then, I don’t know.

He still doesn’t know. Half of one thing and half of another but not really anything himself. Frostbite had called him a child of two worlds, but he wonders if he belongs to either, really. If he can ever belong to one again.

It’s hard to believe it when on one hand he is hunted down by his own parents and an overzealous ex-girlfriend, and on the other, half of the ghosts in the Ghost Zone seemed to make it their personal mission to escape out into the human world just to make his life a living nightmare.

He fights ghosts. But he is one. He protects humans, but they hate him for it.

There are only three people in the world who accept both of his halves, like him for… whatever it is he is.

Jazz covers for him when she can, eases his life at home, and stops to tell him how proud she is of what he is doing. Sam patches him up, stitching wounds in his side as she is always quick to assure him that his powers are good and make him unique. Tucker keeps him sane, keeps him grounded, and says not to worry because whatever Danny is, he’s still Danny, and that’s enough.

He tries to believe that. Really, he does. But it’s just so hard. Jazz would have a field day with the things that went through his brain, because even now, years later, he still waffles between both sides, staring at his hands with glowing green eyes as he tries to understand who he is.

What he is.

He is tired and hungry, bruised and upset. He is bleeding and he is exhausted and he cries when it gets to be too much.

He keeps getting knocked down, driven into the pavement. But he gets back up on his feet every time.

After he fails his math tests, he watches movies with his friends, and stares at the stars that he will never have a chance to study. When his parents shoot him, he escapes back to his room and spends dinner complimenting his mom’s cooking (if it isn’t trying to eat him) and laughs at his dad’s lame jokes.

Dash beats him up, Paulina calls him a loser, and Valerie avoids his eyes. But he saves them all, time and time again.

He’s terrified of still turning evil and destroying the world with the awful rage he knows is inside him. But he blushes when he brushes up against Sam’s hand as they walk home.

And maybe that means that Tucker is right. Because it just proves that there’s still some part of him that’s human.

Even if it doesn’t beat, he still has a heart.