"The World Isn't As Bad As You Think."

Celty Durarara ask and and rp blog. Multi-ship and multi-verse, non selective, independent side blog.

[headlessdemise]

{ Wow, it’s been quite a while since I’ve been on here and I apologize for my sudden absense! Things have been a bit hectic as of the late, but I am looking to bring this blog back. That is, if anyone is still around and interested in interacting. 

Is so, please feel free to like this for a starter and I will get around to threading again!}

[headlessdemise]

@missvorona liked for a starter~

[ Hey, aren’t you Shizuo’s co-worker?]

The message was typed out leisurely as the Black rider held up her PDA for Vorona to see, hoping the whinny of her bike upon her arrival was enough to gain the other woman’s attention without accidentally spooking her. 

Night had fallen hours past, casting them both in a sea of shadows interrupted only by a dim street lamp overhead the bridge they were currently occupying, housing just enough light to make out the blonde’s general features. 

She was a little over average in height and wore a biker suit similar to that of Celty, her blank facial features practically giving away what she assumed to be her Russian heritage, proving to only further the Dullahan’s suspicions that this lady was the same one that Shizuo had told her about. Aside from herself there were very few Foreigners in Japan.

But then, what was she still doing out so late? It was dangerous to be alone at night, especially if she was as troubled as her pensive expression portrayed.  

[ Is everything alright?]

[dangerona]

Vorona had a certain matter in the area and that was why she came here, on her motorbike, which she parked not too far away. She was on the empty bridge, wanting to track down her target, and her gun with a night vision device attached was meant to help her, but at that point it was hidden in a black case on her back.

She didn’t expect her target to find her first… When she heard the whinny she shivered, but not from fear, but because of the threat. She turned to face the headless rider and frowned. In the corner of her eye she glanced at her own motorbike. She hoped that Celty wouldn’t see and recognise it, if that happened, she’d immediately realise who Vorona was.

For now, Vorona tried to keep a blank expression. She read Celty’s words, but at the same time discreetly analyzed the build of her body to find her weakest point.

“Affirmative. Who are you? Your identity is unknown to me.” She lied, nothing new. “Everything is fine. I have left home for an evening stroll. Why does it concern you?”

Celty used to be her and Slon’s target. And although the contract was long invalid, Vorona still felt the need to  destroy her.

[headlessdemise]

[ Oh, right, sorry about that. My name is Celty; I’m a friend of Shizuo’s. I just wanted to check and see if you were alright. The streets can be dangerous alone at night...]

The dullahan almost felt awkward as she typed, the sheer ridiculousness of her approach causing her to regret her decision to come up and speak to a stranger she had only ever heard about in passing. 

Had she offended the other by insinuating that she was incapable of taking care of herself alone? She certainly hoped not, as that definitely was not her intentions...Celty just wanted to see to it that Vorana was safe...

[... Not that you wouldn’t be able to take care of yourself!] She paused, fingers stilling as she suppressed the urge to facepalm at her own awkwardness, [... Sorry, anyway, it’s nice to finally meet you; Shizuo mentions you a lot.]

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[headlessdemise]

[ To kick this new blog off a little more I decided a starter call was in order! Open to anyone and I’ll get to them later ^^]

[headlessdemise]

I replied to your thread a month ago, if you want to continue.

{ Yes, I saw it! Sorry for the delay, I haven’t been on this blog too often lately as I have been too busy, but I will be getting to it soon! I’m bringing this blog back to life a bit ^.^ }

[headlessdemise]

"You know you're supposed to keep it." ~ monster-with-a-stopsign

Hesitation was evident in the stilling of the dullahan’s fingers as Celty slowly strung together words on her PDA, head tilting to the side as though to portray an uncertain response to the other’s declaration,

[ Are you sure…?]

As part of her human facade Celty was always certain not to take anything that did not directly belong to her, making her hesitant to accept the blonde’s advice straight on. 

[ This might belong to someone who’s missing it…]

[monsterwithastopsign-archiv-blog]

Shizuo stared down at the open duffel bag he’d set before his friend, rolls of cash practically bursting at the seams. There was a good chance he’d never seen this amount of money in his entire life, but he wasn’t phased by it. The ex-bartender had no need for trivialities like that. He shrugged lightly, slipping a cigarette between his lips.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he said simply. “Don’t worry. It was a down payment from my boss after I caught some guy who’d been hiding for a while, but I honestly don’t need it. I thought you might want it considering you live with a deadbeat quack.”

[headlessdemise]

[ There’s so much...! Shizuo, I can’t accept this!]

The dullahan’s typing turned almost frantic as her helmet leveled down on the bag of money resting precariously before her, a billow a smoke licking up from her covered neck in a show of the frank surprise she was unable to portray visually.

There had to be at least a few hundred in this bag alone! It was astonishing to the transporter, who had always acquired just enough currency to pay her half of the rent, and she could feel a faint blush color her neck in sly embarrassment. 

[ I mean, this is really sweet of you, but you earned this - you should treat yourself to a vacation or something. You could use the relaxation.]

Heaven knows the blonde could use one with how hard he worked and his anger problems, Izaya’s constant presence in the city doing nothing to alleviate some of the stress already pent up in the other.

 There was just no way Celty could accept a sum so large when she didn’t do anything to actively deserve it. 

[hotpinkandsparkly]

no more abayos and sayonaras i need cuteness

[headlessdemise]

"You know you're supposed to keep it." ~ monster-with-a-stopsign

Hesitation was evident in the stilling of the dullahan’s fingers as Celty slowly strung together words on her PDA, head tilting to the side as though to portray an uncertain response to the other’s declaration,

[ Are you sure…?]

As part of her human facade Celty was always certain not to take anything that did not directly belong to her, making her hesitant to accept the blonde’s advice straight on. 

[ This might belong to someone who’s missing it…]

[hushitisme]

Celty/Shinra, au where Shinra is a dullahan and Celty is human

I try really hard okay liz you have to love me for this alright.

Five Sentence Fic

He wanted to kiss her–wanted to run lips on top of her shoulder and up her neck. Foolish, he knows, to think of such trivial things like that knowing what he is and what he used to do when he had his head, but Shinra couldn’t help it.

Celty was what he yearned for in more ways than one. 

And maybe if he could kiss her, tell her he loved her…

She would love learn to love a dullahan in return.

[izacelty]

This is a twisted story. A twisted love story.

With the neigh of an urban legend, with the tears of a boy, with the return of the ordinary, with the disappearance of the mastermind, and with the hints of a new story beginning, the story of twisted love now closes its curtains.

For their love is no longer twisted.

[headlessdemise]

@missvorona liked for a starter~

[ Hey, aren’t you Shizuo’s co-worker?]

The message was typed out leisurely as the Black rider held up her PDA for Vorona to see, hoping the whinny of her bike upon her arrival was enough to gain the other woman’s attention without accidentally spooking her. 

Night had fallen hours past, casting them both in a sea of shadows interrupted only by a dim street lamp overhead the bridge they were currently occupying, housing just enough light to make out the blonde’s general features. 

She was a little over average in height and wore a biker suit similar to that of Celty, her blank facial features practically giving away what she assumed to be her Russian heritage, proving to only further the Dullahan’s suspicions that this lady was the same one that Shizuo had told her about. Aside from herself there were very few Foreigners in Japan.

But then, what was she still doing out so late? It was dangerous to be alone at night, especially if she was as troubled as her pensive expression portrayed.  

[ Is everything alright?]

[headlessdemise]

@theprinceoftworealities liked for a starter!

For one reason or another Celty could swear that the kid standing only meters in front of her looked familiar, helmet tilting to the side in subtle confusion. 

   He kind of looked like that kid that Anri and Mikado knew, but yet also had distinguishing features that were undoubtedly not him, such as the way he dressed and held himself- his personality no longer appeared as exuberant and energetic as it did in the past.. 

The blonde also seemed to hold a unique method in speaking from the few words he heard the other mumble, taking on a diction that the dullahan placed back in Victorian times. 

                                          Strange...

The urge to speak to the stranger was strong, quickly masking any reservations the headless rider had for limiting her interactions with others she didn’t know and thus motivated her to park shooter on the side of the road and approach the shorter kid carefully in an attempt not to startle him. 

    [ Hey... Sorry to bother you, but do I know you? You look kind of like someone I know...] 

              Or would knew have been better terminology? 

Hesitating momentarily behind the Kida look alike, Celty reviewed her words before offering herself a subtle nod of approval, a gloved hand coming up to lay gently on a clothed shoulder to aspire the boy’s attention as she held her PDA at face view.

[headlessdemise]

[ To kick this new blog off a little more I decided a starter call was in order! Open to anyone and I’ll get to them later ^^]

[headlessdemise]

   @phxlanthropist​ liked for a starter~

   As it stood Celty could think of a plethora of other activities she would have preferred to take part in rather than deal with the info broker, but she never could afford to turn his requests down. 

   Horrible person or not, he and his odd jobs were the main source of her income, making it so the informant was too important a client to deny, as unfortunate as that fact seemed to her. The only jobs she would ever neglect were ones pertaining to his strange interest in convincing people to commit suicide, a fact she figured she should state clearly.

     So, stealing her resolve, gloved fingers danced fluidly across her PDA, forming a short inquiry directed towards the raven,

  [ If this is another job to rescue a girl you set up to be kidnapped count                            me out. You really shouldn’t do that.]

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 “ It was a strange monster, for beneath it’s exterior it was frightened and sickened by it’s own violence. It chastised itself for it’s savagery. And, sometimes, it had no heart for violence and rebelled against it utterly.”

                                                                  - Kristen Cashare.

[headlessdemise]

@stupidlystrong liked for a starter~

                                    [ Are you alright?]

It wasn’t as though this was a new occurrence, in fact, Celty mused that it was becoming almost habitual in nature, unfortunately. 

  With the raising numbers of fights and property damages being dealt onto the city from the heightening animosity among the color gangs the cops were nearing their wits end with charges and a need to blame someone for all the trouble. Anyone plausible would do, they just needed a name to dirty, a name which just so happened to be Shizuo Heiwajima.

  After all, the man was already known throughout the city for his tendency to beat others up and destroy public property, so no one questioned the sudden increase in his arrests, regardless of the fact that every time he was allowed to leave after just a short while free of charges. Everyone needed a scapegoat and it seemed as though Shizuo would serve that need whether it was fair or not. 

   This time it was destroying a convenience store that the blonde was locked up for, only to be acquitted of all crime not even two days later, much to both Celty and Shinra’s relief. 

       [ They told me your release time and I figured you’d want a ride.]

It had been only an hour ago that the headless rider had received a call from the police signifying that the past bartender would be relieved of all crimes and would be released within an hour, explaining why she was currently waiting outside of the police station with her phone shoved in the blonde’s face.

                                     At the very least he still looked well.

[headlessdemise]

                              [ It might... Though I’m not sure...]

A shadow shot out to force away an advancing enemy as the dullahan directed her PDA back to the bartender’s face, silently confused about the aforementioned name. 

   Would the Kanra she met in the chat really do something like this? If so, what reasoning did she have behind it? Surely the blonde couldn’t have done anything too horribly to her, so then what was it that could have motivated the Dollar’s member to schedule such a large attack?

   The thoughts were quickly shoved to the farthest recesses of Celty’s mind as Shizuo’s deep voice brought her attention back just in time to watch the past bartender knock out several members and deter a few others from moving, the idea of a certain police officer coming still weighing heavily on her.

Besides, the last thing Shizuo needed was another reason to possible get arrested.

      [ But I’ll fill you in on that later. Right now you’re right, we need to                                    hurry up and get out of here.]

With the other’s words and unmistakable presence, the headless rider felt a little less concerned about the potential arrival of the terrifying male and instead sliced her scythe through the surrounding area once more, hard enough to knock out those it met with but soft enough to ensure none of the blows were fatal.

    [ Think you can hold them off for a minute? I want to try something.]