❝ In violence, we forget who we are. ❞ Shizuo Heiwajima is irrefutably the 'strongest man in Ikebukuro'. Inciting unintentional fear in fellow civilians with his remarkably monstrous strength, his infamous title is not to be taken delicately. This, however, stimulates a sense of isolation from the ordinary-- since when was Ikebukuro a 'normal' place to inhabit, anyway? As each grain of time filters down the hourglass of existence, Shizuo seems to branch further and further away from his ideal of living a peaceful, quiet life, while drowning in the essence he hates most: violence. Violence is the very action that you love most. Polar opposites from the bartender-suited male, strife is the one thing you cannot cause from your outwardly gentle disposition and fragility. Being a newcomer, you quickly learn that settling in Ikebukuro is not an easy task, especially when a serendipitous encounter with the renowned strongest man leaves you facing utter stupefaction. (Shizuo Heiwajima x Female Reader) [Disclaimer: The book cover was edited by @littlemissjjk. I do NOT own Durarara!!, and I'm NOT affiliated with Ryohgo Narita, nor others related. Thank you.]

❝ I'm hungry for your eyes. ❞ The line between fantasy and reality is faltering, and the two blurs into a malicious game transforming into truth. The erratic clench upon players is firm, while humans alike across Japan yield to the foreign phenomenon known as the Heat Haze. Cravings spur, desires dominate, avarice unravels, and what remains is a city soaring out of control. Nobody is safe from shambles, not even the sly, venomous serpents scrutinizing from their subtle silhouettes. It takes a fool to play the role of a hero, and yet, Enomoto Takane snakes this path of quandaries to rise before the fall of humanity. When sheer luck is the stepping stone to victory, the last thing she wants is her fortune cascading down the fathomless trenches of the Haze, tinged with the treachery and betrayal of snakes. Takane faces the burden of rolling the infamous pair of pips in their game of save or sacrifice; the pair of vermilion, bloodshot snake eyes. Kagerou Project Semi-AU; × DICE Crossover Fanfiction © remrins Cover, Banners © jiminist-

I am known to the Pokemon universe as something unattainable to most- a legendary. My entire life has neither beginning or end, and I will be trapped for all of eternity on this planet. Like all my other siblings, I am made to serve a purpose. And that purpose of mine is to protect and guard the dreams of the slumbering creatures beneath me. I'm forever above you, all of you. I am your guardian angel, have been and always will be. I see everything that has troubled you- each and every one of you- I see your past. Your torments, your pains, your agony- I'm here to take on that burden for you. Maybe I'll present you with a happier illusion when you sleep. Maybe that will help you to rest. It's all right. You won't need to feel pain in your sleep anymore. I'll be there, doing my best, and give you even the tiniest bit of happiness for that fragmented period of time. And in exchange, I'll take every torment and every surge of pain you have. I know it slowly destroys myself every day. But I serve no other purpose; I am only a tool in this machine called the universe. I never die, never live, only feel pain each passing day, but somehow, I can still feel this word, known to you as "happiness"... If I wish for it, hard enough... will it come true? Can I create a past for myself? Can my life have an end? Have I finished my purpose in life? But- I need to save someone who's drowning in the deepest of nightmares yet, someone so lost that he has become the definition of "nightmare" himself. And then, when we can finally slumber instead of protecting the slumber of our fellow Pokemon, and fall into an eternal world of peace and silence, can we wake up again? And will I be able to hold your hand and smile for once?

「It's strange... you have an infinity symbol above your head. I've never seen anything like it.」 • • • Hironori Akoni--a young artist imprisoned in the Prison of Life for months, asleep. And then, he's told to wake up. He meets Sachi--a professional assassin who hires him as a disguise-maker. She's never really told him anything about herself, and he's fine with that. One day, however, things change. His employer leaves for a mission, telling him she needs his best work; his magnum opus. And, for some reason, an unknown force is telling him to follow along. And something tells him that it's got to do with the cobalt cervine mask he's weaving. • • • 「Why? I don't get this. How are you even alive?」 • • • 「I've actually met you before. (...To be honest, this is the third time.)」 • • • 「Cover by me」 「Entered in Pokemon Watty Awards 2016 • Romance」

I was always weak, a Larvesta that was frail and burdened with many unfair curses that this world has brought. All I wanted to do was make an impact--to do something; even one thing would be fine--that could make even the tiniest difference. It wouldn't mean a speck of dust to any other creature, but to me, it would have more meaning than the fragments of my monochromatic life stitched together. • • • Iɴ ᴛʜɪs ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ᴜɴғᴀɪʀɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀɪᴇғ﹐ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs﹣ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ɴᴏᴡ﹖

No one would pick up a broken lantern, after all. No one would look at a functioning lantern too--because they'd just fade away into the background as a meaningless ornament. ...but why was it so important to me?

It's horrible to don a mask. Most wear some kind of mask in their life--and for the most part, they're never of the best quality. All they cause is useless self-destruction and pain, but the good thing about them is that they can hide some ugly part of you that you don't want to show to the world. They're always a step down from what you think they'd be, always a notch lower than expectations, and always a lie to hide from the reality around us. ...of course, there are those that can see through those masks too, and it's supposed that Arceus created these humans to keep the world's sanity. That's all Avis wishes for, because it's nearly impossible to find any semblance of peace in this midst of war and chaos. To him, that's staying alone; staying out of others' business, and for the first seventeen years of his life, he's done that pretty well. § Avis can only hide in the shadow of his twin brother's strength, stranded in a country ravaged by war and destruction--and he tries to live his life in the darkness peacefully. He doesn't need to be noticed by everyone. The illusion of a functional, ideal life, however, is shattered when his family's balance is destroyed, and he thus dons his first mask. § For all his life, Avis had been taught that disaster was bad. For the most part, he's believed that much--he only needs to think of ungraceful piles of debris and blood-caked grounds to be convinced of that. At eighteen, he finds himself starting to doubt it--just a little. He can hate disaster for tearing his life to pieces, but he can't quite hate it for granting him something better than a miracle. § Tonight, these children don their masks.

An art book by me ^^ I used to draw both anime and MLP, but I have since switched to complete anime! Please do check out my /later/ arts instead of my earlier ones; my old art is cancerous to look at cx (Cover drawn and edited by me)

Yet another graphic workshop--here, I make graphics of all (most) forms and take requests~ (currently only anime)

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