#drrrsecretsanta2019

[narubuki]

My Secret Santa piece for @drrrsecretsanta2019 This is for @shigaeru

I really missed drawing these dorks, so thank you for the fun opportunity <3

[majesticmacchi-art]

Guess who was your secret Santa~~~ @nyanzaya

Merry Christmas!! What better gift is there to give than a kitty Iza?

I hope you like it ^^ this piece totally kicked my ass haha orz

[forgottenspring]

Hey, Cy! Here's your Secret Santa gift. ^_^ I heard you haven’t got it yet. I hope you can enjoy it now. :D

@majesticmacchi-art

I loved writing this, the au idea I went with really made their dynamic fun to write. I hope you like it! :)

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Demon!au/Implied slowburn.

Pairing: Izaya/Shizuo

Words: 948

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Shizuo didn’t even believe in this stuff but-. He paused looking at the ancient tome Shinra had bought for him. His brother had finally received the casting call of a lifetime. It was his lucky break. But the man in charge had a vendetta against Shizuo and had told him-. More like shouted. Shizuo mentally growled to himself reading over the tome, his hand clenched as the man’s words clanged once more through his mind. His blood reboiling again, feeding into his looping anger, and his reason for doing this in the first place. “As long as I’m in charge,” the words seemed to mock him, “Your brother will never get a role in this industry. You hear me?” The blond hissed and pressed his hand to the page. This had to work. One deal. He’d do whatever it took to help his brother.

Izaya was for lack of a better word... bored. It was hard being a demon that was over communication and chaos. It made those seeking better communication to steer clear of him and those seeking chaos to search for bigger time tricksters. It didn’t help he was notorious for turning his brand of chaos onto his Summoners as well. Izaya hummed sitting at a crossroad that some high schoolers had decided to summon him at, only to immediately chicken out. He was trapped to this plane of existence for a while, but was tragically too far away to do much damage. He hummed his eyes traveling the length of the road. By his estimation he could arrive at a nearby town in two hours and start small. Planting a seed of fear and watching it grow. A slow smirk came to his face. Oh, how wonderfully beautiful that would be. A slight tug pulled at him, stilling his movements. A summon. The beginnings of one from an unpracticed hand. Izaya swallowed slowly, savoring the desperation behind the plea. A smirk pulling at his lips, a wicked thing unto its own. Oh. He could work with this. He turned sharply his tail swishing, as he disappeared like the flame of a snuffed candle.

Shizuo put more effort into the summoning, every ounce of concentration and urging with his soul, just how the book instructed. Minutes passed and still nothing happened. He snarled slamming the book onto the table, the table giving a loud rattle. He needed this to work. His eyes closed once more, repeating the words he’d said one too many times now. His mind reaching out as to not interrupt the chant. Please... for my brother... please.

“And this is the one to summon me?” Shizuo’s eyes shot open to behold the being in front of him. He was tall, thin, and clothed in black. Not as tall as Shizuo though, but close. The figure had a long cloak with white fur framing his face, only accentuating the inky darkness of his hair even more. The creature’s eyes reminded Shizuo of blood. He was beginning to regret this.

The demon grinned sharp teeth being flashed, “Too much mortal?” he hummed taking a step as it all faded away to a simple black outfit and jacket with slight fur around the cuffs and collar. His eyes though were just as red as before, his grin revealing said teeth were human except for the unnaturally sharp canines. Shizuo was still gathering his thoughts as he analyzed this. He needed to focus, he couldn’t lose it because demons were apparently real. He needed to remember why he was doing this in the first place.

“Demon. I’ve called you for your skills in communication and chaos. I need you to get Ito Hideaki to allow my brother the acting part he’s landed. And until Ito-san does, to make Ito-san’s life a living hell.” the demon paused blinking as if shocked by his request. Shizuo growled once more. Had he not even summoned the right demon?! Shizuo was going to give Shinra a piece of his mind next time he saw him. The demon though collected his wits and grinned tilting his head ever so slightly making him look the part of his namesake.

“Oh~. An interesting request. And what will be my payment?” Shizuo froze. Right demons. He’d completely forgotten the payment part. Demons wanted souls, right? But he didn’t like the idea of throwing his chances away for a heaven he was now questioning the existence of. Wait, was making a deal with a demon already wrecking his chances? The demon sneered,

“I can see the smoke already. Have you hit your brain capacity today?” Shizuo snarled, moving towards the creature,

“Listen here flea. I need this done. What would do for payment.” he shot back, getting up into the demon’s personal space. Said demon was unfazed and simply hummed, looking to the side, his pointer finger on his chin.

“It’s a simple request, but it could possibly last a while. How about~,” he turned back to Shizuo with a cool stare and a sharp smile, “Your heart.” Shizuo felt something tug on the inside of him, probably his good sense telling him to back out now. Shizuo growled holding out his hand.

“Deal.” he stated firmly, eyes locked on the demon’s own. Said demon grinned in excitement, clasping his hand with Shizuo’s own.

“Then it’s done.” Izaya took back his hand and clapped them together. He was gone, leaving only a wisp of smoke and the distinct smell of brimstone. Shizuo blinked whipping his head around to see if he could find the other. Dread crept in and settled deep in his stomach. Something told him he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life.

[cosmiccycle]

Simple Desires

Characters: Shizuo Heiwajima  Fandom: DRRR AO3 Summary:  Shizuo just wants to enjoy life. So as of right now, he'll do so with a mug cake Notes: This is for @samthesuperiosane, as part of the 2019 DRRR Secret Santa! I’m a little late, so apologies again 

Shizuo Heiwajima is a simple man.

He is a simple man with simple desires. 

He likes to keep his clothes neat, smile with his friends, and to live a peaceful life. 

And while the desires themselves seem simple, they’re not always easy (or frankly possible) for the far-too-frequently violent man of Ikebukuro, he continued to quietly strive for these goals. 

But the simplest of these desires he could feasibly indulge on was his desire for sweets.

So while his life could, at times, suck, the ability to exchange money for desserts and confectioneries was one of the best parts of life, next to getting these treats for free. 

And it’s snowy, cold days like this that make a city just slightly more peaceful. While snow rarely went untouched in these concrete jungles, people didn’t like being outside, and driving was a bit of a hassle.

Because of this, he got to enjoy his hot chocolate (with whipped cream and marshmallows, thank you very much) in relative peace, foot traffic flowing around his mostly unnoticed presence easily. He supposed that’s the best part of cities. They were noisy, annoying and full of people but being full of people allowed him to fall into the monotony and blend in. Standing out was useful when it came to warning people of who he was. But when no one was fighting, sticking out wasn’t as nice. He appreciated times like these, when it was quieter, like this. When no one realized who, exactly, he was... 

Well that was a holiday miracle, he’d say. 

Not that he believes in miracles, but the chance of things like that were, while slim, still possible.

So maybe he believed in miracles more than he thought.

It was a miracle of sorts that the boss had enough money to get those in the company a small gift. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it was… a mug cake? A cake? In a mug? And there’s a mug. With a chocolate powder, which he’s assuming is flour and chocolate and stuff for a cake. At least he likes what he’s seeing so far. He figures he probably has to bake a cake, right? But… he wasn’t one to bake. Respect to those who do, it’s an intricate process that allows for wonderful birthdays and a centerpiece to other kinds of parties. But him? Rough and not really what one would call delicate. 

Tom grins, seeing Shizuo a bit confused by the gift. “You add the wet ingredients and microwave it. There should be instructions on the back.” 

“Oh.” Shizuo turns the gift over and looks. Simple instructions, simple ingredients. Doesn’t look too bad from what he’s gathered.. “Thanks for that.” 

“No problem, make sure to thank the boss when you get a chance, too.”

“Yeah.” Shizuo nods, examining the instructions further. Would he be ok doing this? Specific measurements… he could fudge em, right? Probably? Maybe… He’ll think about it more when he gets home. 

When his shift finally finishes, he walks his way to a supermarket, for Shizuo knows that there’s a simple rule to cake.

 ‘It’s not a cake if it does not have icing’.

Something he’s held on to since his youth, he now must stick to in order to make this mug cake a true cake. A dry mug pastry thing wouldn’t do. It’d be sad, he concludes.

Therefore, from the store he bought a container of icing. 

And by the time he got home, he’d thrown away his empty to-go cup and could only think about his gift. It’s such a small thing, but the excitement for something so sweet, gifted by someone nice enough to let him keep the job despite all the trouble he caused… It made him feel warm inside. Something that he had surprisingly managed to have was friends. Even if he couldn’t get particularly close there were people around him who… cared. 

“So uh, let’s get started on that cake” he thinks, brushing off his mushy feelings. 

Taking a look at those instructions, he reads them over carefully. Just add a bit of milk and some oil. He needs a specific amount, and so, for the sake of the cake, he resigns to looking for the measuring cups. He sifts through his drawers and cupboards, and by some miracle (there it is again), finds them. 

Get out the milk and the oil. Check.

Pick up the mug and the mug cake dry ingredients. Check.

Wash the mug. Check.

So far so good. Next, he dries the mug and pour the dry ingredients into the mug, careful not to spill. Then precisely pouring the milk and oil into the appropriate measuring utensils. A lot of work for just a cake in a mug. But stirring ingredients together and popping the mug (and not the metal spoon) into the microwave and putting it on for a couple of minutes, wasn’t too bad. 

Opening up the icing container and taking a sample of his purchase (sweet, just like he liked it) was pretty great, too. Maybe just receiving one of these would be enough of a gift, but ah. It would get monotonous and plain, and while he wasn’t a hoity-toity chef on one of those shows, he liked his sweets to taste good, and have a contrast in textures. The professionals really did do it best.

Therefore he was plenty excited when the microwaved beeped. He took the mug out, poked it with a knife to make sure it was cooked, and looked at it. 

Then he came to a sudden realization.

“...This is just a microwaved cupcake.” Shizuo says, out loud, in his apartment, alone, staring at the confection. Which…. Isn’t bad, per say. Maybe he should put it in the fridge to cool some, but he can’t stop thinking about it. It’s just… a cupcake. It’s literally a cup cake. Can’t really be mad at that, it’s as advertised, but ah, he wished there was something more to this thing.

Setting it down to cool, Shizuo huffed. He was just going to spread the icing with a knife or something, but… He didn’t realize quite how hard it would be to do that. 

Well he could just eat both by the spoonful, right? That wouldn’t be much an issue, would it? 

… Sure he could, but there’s not much joy in that, was there? Feels kind of pathetic and sad. 

With a deep breath and a sigh, he did what he thought was best. He took a big plastic bag, and started filling it with icing. People did that all the time on those cooking shows, right? The thing where they turn a plastic bag into a piping back. Why couldn’t he try now? Pushing, carefully as he could, all the icing into one corner, he went to look for a pair of scissors. 

Though, why was he even going through all this trouble. For such a silly little thing, does he really deserve something like this. With all the trouble he’s caused the boss over this year (and previous years, if he’s being frank), is this fair? He only receives the occasional gift, and so was this… earned? And why does that even matter to him. He knows he’s not destined to have the quiet life he wishes for, so why even try for it? 

‘Ghh… this is depressing.’ he dismisses, not wanting to think about it anymore. Why bother? Eh, ‘cuz he can?’ He gave in to the feeling, and then was finally accepted by something, right? So it’s ok to give in to desires and wants. To try means that’s one extra moment of happiness.

And this mug cake is going to definitely be one of those extra moments. 

Finally, after far too long, he found the scissors. Well, at least the cake has some time to cool. He’ll take the bag, smush all the icing into one corner and snip. 

“Oh shit-” he struggles to keep the icing in the bag, juggling and dropping some chocolate on the counter. Ok. Ok. How does this work. Twist the end, cup the icing and squeeze the bag so that the icing pipes out on to the cake. And carefully, he manages to pipe out a line of icing, and trace around the circle.

For all of 10 seconds.

In trying to squeeze more out, he managed to misgauge the pressure and, well.

With a loud ‘pop’, he made a mess of his hands and the counter. Alright, how does he fix this? Getting the spoon from earlier, he scrapes as much icing as he could onto the mug cake. Fuck it, right? He’ll try and get the stuff from the counter into the icing can, figuring he could just save the icing for another time, maybe some ice cream for a deconstructed ice cream cake thing?

Deconstructed, he says to himself, looking at the sad, sad excuse for icing and cake in this mug.

He really should have went with the knife, he figures. 

But, ah… he said he’ll enjoy this, so he will. Looking at the packaging again he notices…. Sprinkles? Heh, alright.

He’ll wash his hands, and with the scissors, cut open the packet of sprinkles and, well, sprinkle them on, making the mess look just a little more festive. 

He smiles at the mess, and laughs at himself just a little. He’ll clean this up later, he figures. This never mattered, did it? Just some cake and some icing. It would taste good in the end. 

Well, even with the mess, he did, in fact, have fun.

So he sat at the table, taking his spoon and scooping up some cake up and into his mouth.

‘That ain’t too bad…’ he says to himself, and eats in peace. 

Though, tomorrow, he’s definitely getting a bigger hot chocolate. 

[nyanzaya]

bro....drrrsecretsanta was such a pure and great event...I’m like about to start crying about it because omg... It’s just so happy even though it was last month

Another event like that should totally happen

[allshewhispers]

hello so ok this is weird i literally don't know you but basically i was looking through the secret santa tag because i was curious about how much there is already and i just want to say that i really love what you made they look so cute and just it's really really nice and i think you did really well!! i just felt like telling you that especially since some people apparently don't know when to better stfu so! yeah I'm proud of you and you're great and so is your gift! ok now byebye little human

Awww this was such a nice message to come home to after a hellish day. Thank you so much for your kind message. You’re a sweetheart and you brought a a smile to my face. I hope you have a happy holiday!!! <3

[redroses100]

Hello my lovely rose, it's been a long time ❤️❤️❤️🌹🌹🌹🌻💐

Eyyyyy I was your secret santa!!! 🎅🎁 Hohohoho!! Well, my lovely dear, you're so special to me because you're one of my first friends in the fandom.

I never thought I could be a friend with one of my favourite authors! And you are so very precious! You're wonderful, amazing and awesome person!! I love you, my beautiful darling!!

This was supposed to be... Van Gogh Sunflower Labyrinth on his 125th death anniversary?

Ahhh! I tried my best eventhough I don't ship Shikizaya and never draw Shiki before!! XD I hope you enjoy this humble gift, it's been an honor to draw this for you!

Thank you for being a part of this wonderful fandom, I'm blessed.

Sorry for the low quality image, my phone is shitty XD