#izado

[dreamyfreak]

Favourite ships in Durarara!!: Izamika

I have wanted to create this gifset for a very very very long time and dedicate it to the lovely @mikadokyun who makes amazing Izamika art and shares the same obsession with me about this ship😊

I'm aware that Shizaya is FAR more popular among the DRRR!! fans and in the past I actually loved this pairing very much myself. But in course of time, I realized how toxic it actually is to ship them since they're overly agressive towards each other and...well actually want to kill each other. This shall not be any hate towards any Shizaya shippers out there but to me this ship doesn't have the same thrill anymore as it once used to.

Instead, I started liking Izaya and Mikado more together about 5 years ago and since then they belong to my TOP 10 ships^^ I mean, Izaya himself said that Mikado is his favourite human among all human beings and that he finds him utterly fascinating. And then the way he always looks at Mikado with his beautiful red eyes!!!😍 Besides, I honestly think they look so pretty together and that Mikado is secretly also quite smitten with Orihara-san😉

I know the fanbase of this ship is quite small, unfortunately. But I still hope some people out there share the same thoughts about Izamika as me and find a little joy in this gifset!^^

[insane-eren]

Izaya: Lets go on an adventure to the mysterious unicorn island!!

Mikado:....are you drunk?

Izaya: Ah Mikado-chan I love your sense of humour.

Mikado: so you’re not drunk...?

Izaya: of course not Mikado-chan!

[dreamyfreak]

Favourite ships in Durarara!!: Izamika

Kyyyaaaa~! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) This was the scene! The very scene which made me ship them!^.^

A lot of people say that Izaya just used Mikado as a shield against Shizuo's attack here. But I believe that his true intentions were to keep Mikado safe from any harm by gently pushing him to the side with him^^

Hope you also like this one, @mikadokyun!😘

[sylverfern]

A Night Like No Other

(Rp closed for @the-infamous-informant ^_^ <3) 

"Izaya, I'm bored.." Mikado fell back against the informant's couch, sighing. Everything had been.. too normal lately, and it was starting to get to him. The full moon was still low in the sky, casting a soft glow into Izaya's apartment. Mikado had been hanging around the informant's place a lot lately, but other than asking him a few mundane questions and having him do some research, Izaya never really seemed to need his help, and he hadn't even needed to go out himself to find any of the information he needed.

Izaya had allowed him to become his assistant, taking Namie’s day job at night, but on the nights Izaya requested his presence, there wasn’t much more than organizing books and documents and reading contracts that needed to be done.

He wanted something different.

This wasn't what he'd envisioned when he began working with Izaya.. He'd imagined crazy adventures and fights and the supernatural– everything he'd always yearned to see. After all, that’s what the informant had told him to do when he was back in high school. The strange thing was, Izaya’s life seemed to be much like Mikado’s old one, mostly taking care of business online and only getting out when he needed to, and that was just the thing. Mikado hadn’t come to work for the informant to only experience what he could within his own walls at home, and if Izaya wasn't going to get up, Mikado would have to do something about it himself.

"Let's go out somewhere. Let's do something crazy tonight, something so crazy that we'll regret it in the morning~." He sauntered his way over to the informant and pulled his swivel chair away from the computer, whispering in his ear.

"You've been doing this all night. Work can wait until the morning, you know? It is a Friday night after all~.. And I’m bored. All you’ve done with me this past month is let me take care of the most simple tasks…” Spinning the chair around, Mikado forced Izaya to meet his gaze and placed his hands on each arm of the chair, trapping the informant.

“You were probably waiting to see how long I’d do it, weren’t you? Just waiting, watching to see when I break under the normalcy of it all.. I can’t say that I mind your experiments, but I want a change now. I want a mystery to solve, something to see..”

“Let’s go somewhere.” Pushing away from Izaya, Mikado stood back and crossed his arms, pouting slightly.

“It’s not fair that you looped me into this without letting me do anything fun.”

[the-infamous-informant]

💧IZAYA AND MIKADO!!!!

[ Izaya looks like he told some dumbass joke and Mikado just thinks it’s hilarious XD @bluemoonlove1999 Thanks for asking<3 ] 

Send me a 💧and a character and I’ll draw them crying

[the-infamous-informant]

The Emotion They Call Love [Rp With Bluemoonlove1999]

[ @bluemoonlove1999 ] 

Approximately two months ghosted by. During those two months, Izaya gradually healed, his leg getting back to normal and finally getting off those damned crutches, which he quickly got annoyed with the first few weeks he had them. 

He had not traveled to Ikebukuro during those two months, instead worked out of his apartment and basically laid low. He could not let his many enemies find him in such a wounded and vulnerable state. Oddly enough, Miro, another information broker hung around. They got to know each other better and Izaya found that he didn’t mind the other broker hanging around so often. He even helped him work. 

Their relationship changed from being simply business related to that of almost friends.....and on one particular night, their relationship skyrocketed to that of lovers, but only because of the large sum of wine they had consumed before hand. They didn’t ever go passed making out though, since both had passed out while attempting to go further. The morning after, the two had been sprawled across Izaya’s couch and when they had both awoke, they laughed it off and Miro cursed, jokingly saying he had “missed his one and only chance to sleep with Izaya.” 

Now-a-days, Miro would catch Izaya off guard and lightly kiss the informant anywhere he could, whether it be his cheek, forehead or lips. Izaya was oddly comfortable with where they were at, wherever that was. Miro seemed to be comfortable as well, so the two never  questioned what their relationship was. 

Winter was just around the corner, so Ikebukuro was growing colder and the skies threatened either rain or snow. The winter months made Izaya feel particularly lazy, but only because during the winter months, people stayed inside more often, therefore there wasn’t much excitement brewing. 

So, currently, Izaya was sitting at his usual computure chair, sometimes spinning around in it as he waited for something exciting to pop up. The chat rooms were dull, people hardly logging on ever and the Dollars site had been quiet. Speaking of the Dollars, the whole incident two months ago blew by. The city talked about it for a while and then it disappeared like it never happened. Neither Izaya nor Mikado were mentioned at all. 

Mikado......

Izaya placed his elbow on his desk and rested his hand on his cheek. He hadn’t seen the boy since that day at Russia Sushi after they got discharged from the hospital. He often thought about him, he didn’t know why, but he did and when he did.....a sullen feeling came over him, so he pushed Mikado away from his thoughts. 

[truthhurts02]

Hospital visit - Izaya x Mikado

Mikado stands at the door to the patient he's come to see- Izaya Orihara. He knows the informant hasn't had any visitors and despite the warnings of his friends and even those that class the raven as a friend, Mikado still decided to come. He doesn't really know why since his relationship with the informant is a strange one. What started off as a simple exchange for information grew more complicated. It was like a downward spiral- one slip and he was plummeting down into the underbelly of Ikebukuro. It was cruel. The teen decided. No one should be left alone when they were sick. He didn't know how bad the injuries were because there were nothing but rumours. There was nothing from the victim himself. Kanra, Chrome- all Izaya's aliases were dead. Anyone that didn't know their identities would now- if they were smart. The informant being taken out was a big event. One of the two monsters had fallen. Temporarily he knew judging by the laughter behind the door of the already recovering raven. Izaya wouldn't be taken out of the game so easily. Shizuo had been shot, beaten and stabbed only to get up and walk it off. Sure the informant was weaker physically moreover lacking in the fortissimo's overbearing strength. Yet he made up for that with his mental capabilities. Mikado had found out first hand that Izaya had an unbreakable will. He laughed in the face of danger, cackled with evident madness in the face of death and worshipped the misery he created in humans. To Izaya he was nothing more than a pawn. He was a fool to care but maybe he had just become adapt to the game board. Kindness to a fallen monster could have favourable consequences. Mikado found himself smiling at the two guards. The pair of them were big and bulky built like iron golems staring down dissecting him deciding whether or not he was a threat to the vulnerable informant. "Um, excuse me. I'm here to see Izaya-san." The teen murmurs politely. The first guard grunts staring at him like he's a waste of time. Mikado clutches the strap to his messenger bag waiting patiently. "Name?" The second guard eventually deigns to ask. Mikado swallows staring up the man noting the small black ear piece dangling from one ear. Professionals. "M-Mikado Ryugamine." The teen confirms. "P-pleased to meet you." Mikado bows feeling the guard's gaze on him. Raising his head he can see the man looks unimpressed already dismissing him. "Hang on." The first guard tells him moving behind the second to enter the room. Blue eyes widen pondering how a man that big can get through such a small opening. Realising he's being rude the teen shakes his head remaining standing in hopes to quell the shaking in his legs. "He can go through." Mikado smiled taking a step forward onto for an arm to stick out blocking his path. "We still need to search you. Shiki-sama's orders. Drop the bags and step back." Slowly the raven does what's been asked of him. Crouching down he places the carrier bag at the guard's feet. Next to it he sets down his messenger bag. The teen knows it's not Izaya that has asked for protection but whoever Shiki is. A dangerous and powerful man judging by who he's sent to guard the informant. Mikado stands back watching as the two guards take a bag each rummaging through the contents. It irks him a little seeing his privacy violated moreover treating the gifts he brought without respect. Still he reminds himself they're only doing their jobs. Shiki whoever he is obviously wouldn't be happy if anything happened to the informant. "No food." The first guard opens the bag he got from Russian Sushi discarding it in the trash can conveniently at his side. Mikado hides a scowl at the waste. Simon had been kind enough to give him a large discount after he offered to work the cost off. His parents had taught him that it was the polite thing to do giving gifts when visiting someone in hospital. His mother probably hadn't accounted for over protective machines for guards. Mikado bit his lower lip face flushed as the contents of his messenger bag were tipped out. It was after school. It was natural that he had his books and study equipment with him. Satisfied with humiliating him, the guard's stepped forward menacingly bearing down on him. "Arms out. Legs apart." Mikado gulped doing as he was told. One large beefy hand clamped down on his thin arm feeling along the length of his forearm. The second guard crouched down patting his foot before slowly moving up. Mikado stood nervously trying not to show them his fear. Closing his eyes he felt his chest and back being patted. One hand slid inside his blazer checking his shirt pocket. "What's this?" Opening one eye he gasped seeing the guard had his pen. "You found something? The other guard asked. "A pen." The first guard answered. "Fountain?" The second asked. The first twisted the metal body. "Ballpoint." "Leave it. It's harmless." Mikado smiled having his pen back. He didn't feel like himself without it. "You can go through." With a small nod and a polite thank you, Mikado stepped over his scattered books passing through the threshold. "Mikado-kun!" Izaya grinned waving him over. Mikado glanced at the no cellphone sign in clear view behind the bed. His gaze fell to the magazine on the bed. The door closed behind him making him jump. "Come in. Come in." The informant chirped. "Hello, Izaya-san." Mikado greeted taking a seat in the chair beside the bed. Crimson orbs fixed on him excitement evident. The raven swallowed knowing that he was the injured informant's only source of entertainment. "I didn't expect you to visit me, ne? What happened to your face? Having fun with Aoba-kun are we?" Izaya grinned leaning closer. Mikado flinched back. He shouldn't be surprised that the older raven knew what he had been up to. "Don't you already know?" He asked quietly. "Hm." Izaya tapped his chin giving him a side glance. "Do I? That would be telling." The informant's nose twitched. "Is that tuna I can smell?" "The guard's took it away." Mikado answered sullenly. "Ah. Sensible of them. What about board games? Did you bring any of them?" Mikado shook his head. "...scrabble? A crossword book?" Shaking his head he watched Izaya deflate. "Oh. How boring." "Sorry." "Oh well. You'll do." The informant perked up again. "I'm sure we'll find lots to do." Izaya licked his lips. Mikado gasped finding himself pulled forward. Soft lips pressed against his own. "Ne, Mikado-kun..." "Y-yes, Izaya-san?" He asked quietly cheeks flushed. "Take your hands off my throat." The informant told him. Mikado looked down seeing his hands were indeed around Izaya's throat, thumb pressed against his windpipe. "That's better. Come up here." The teen nodded taking off his blazer. Climbing onto the bed he straddled the raven's waist. "Izaya-san...are you sure we should be doing this?" "Hm? Why wouldn't we?" "Because you're hurt." Mikado answered worriedly. "Aw, are you worried about me?" Izaya asked with a grin. The teen nodded. "Mikado-kun, don't make me restrain you." The informant's eyes darkened. "Izaya-san?" The raven's hand caught his in an unbreakable grip. Mikado gasped struggling to break free. Clenched in his fist was his pen. "It hurts." He murmured. Izaya released him quickly moving his head away. Clink. Blue eyes blinked staring at the handcuff around his wrist. The other one was secured around the bed rail. Mikado pulled the chain rattling. Helplessly he looked at the informant. Izaya pried the pen from his hand twirling it in one hand. "The nurses are going to charge me for the pillow." The informant sighed shaking his head. "Here I was trying to be a good boy." Mikado sighed giving up. Izaya's hand rested on his cheek. "You're smiling. Your body betrays you. If you're lucky I won't send you home with ripped clothes. Izaya reached under his pillow holding up his knife. "The guards are overkill. I can protect myself." Mikado gasped eyeing the sharpened blade apphrensively. "Let have some fun, ne?"

[izaya-chrome-blog]

FIRST LINEART FANART IN MY LIFE!! (Everytime I draw fanart, it ends up  unfinished or simply sketch (aka draft) TvT)

I’m so happy right now, seriously! <3 Hope you guys like it too!

Izaya, i hate you. Why do you have to be so difficult to draw? T___T