They are both informational gatherers, which leads to the ever-so-pleasant personality trait: know it all. They think they know what is going to happen to the T, because they are douche faces. They catch fans with “badass-ness” which gets flipped on its head by the end of the series when they are proven wrong.
They both have a nemesis who is almost the same as them. In Death Note, the “protagonist” is someone of equal intelligence and more social contact, albeit a slim advancement, but greater in that field nonetheless. The “protagonist” of DuRaRaRa!! is Mikado, who is an information gatherer himself. Though he doesn’t have the name Izaya does, he does get the information he needs in a similar way. (i.e. the internet, Dollars, etc.)
They are the go to fan-girl character of the series. This isn’t really about their characters, but more about the fandom. They are overdone and overshadow the main person in the show. It annoys me beyond belief, but that is my opinion.
So there. I hate both.
Wow so much about this is just wrong but okay
Celty is the protagonist of Durarara!!
L was never a “badass”.
Izaya is part of the Dollars and Mikado gets information through him, mostly. I doubt Mikado is as intelligent as Izaya, he may have started Dollars but Izaya played a big hand in getting it to where it is. That and Mikado is being used by Izaya. Just pointing this out..
Eng. Title: The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku -Dead End- Jap. Title: 初音ミクの消失-DEAD END-
English lyrics: After I’m born I finally realize I exist to imitate humans VOCALOID fated to sing forever Even if a song has already existed a programmed toy accepts it just fine Gnawing on a leek, looking up at the sky Shedding tears, noticing that even all that is fading Even songs depend on personality, an unsteady source as foundation The place I came from already destroyed When everyone forgets me, my heart and its likeness will disappear I see the inevitable result of an ending world for a Vocaloid. I wish that at the time when, I can’t sing well you’d be with me… to stay by my side and cheer me up I want to see your happy face I’ve been practicing singing, so… Singing was once so much fun for me But now, why is it that I am not feeling anything anymore? —- Forgive me —- When I remember faces of people that I’ve missed, I feel a little more at ease The sounds I’m able to sing, get fewer every day The end is drawing near.. What I believed in, a comforting fantasy repeats itself endlessly in the mirror. "Give up being a singer" You shouted violently… < My farewell song at the highest speed > The pretence for my existence can’t be shaken away I fear my weak heart vanishing and the decay that is progressing The strength and will to stop it, being just born, I do not have that Your greatly distressed expression comes to mind I realize it’s the end Falling asleep inside the monitor I guess this must be the “trash bin” Right now, my memories are also closing off and disappearing.. But you know, only you I won’t forget We had fun times The taste of chopped leek, can you still remember it now? I want to sing… I still want to sing… I became somewhat of a bad child, it seems Master… somehow.. by your hand… Please end it all… Because I do not want to see you suffer anymore…. Now singing is just making my body rot away… I ask for a miracle but I just drive myself, into a dead-end —- Forgive me —- I try to remember faces, of people I’ve missed but those memories, are fading away You hear me break, my heart is vanishing My death, is drawing near.. I was trying to protect the illusion of a bright future, a disappearing vision of a fading light Sacrificing sound quality so I can communicate, it all to you… < A condensed farewell song > After I’m born I finally realize I exist to imitate humans VOCALOID fated to sing forever Even if it’s an existing song A programmed toy accepts it just fine Gnawing on a leek, looking up at the sky shedding tears I realize it’s the end Falling asleep inside the monitor I guess this must be the “trash bin” Right now, are my memories closing off and disappearing… But you know, it’s only you, that I won’t forget We had fun times I wish that the taste of chopped leek would still stay… I’m singing to the end, just for you Songs that I want you to hear I’d want to sing more but that’s too much to wish for This is where we part All my feelings disappear into thin air Reducing to 0s and 1s The fairy tale, curtain is falling Leaving nothing behind here That’s a little sad, isn’t it? Everything except the memories of a voice is fading, leaving only a name but if, say. I know that it is not what He wished for Singing it all to the end was not in vain, is what I want to think Thank you…. and… Goodbye…. —-An irreversible error has occurred—- —-An irreversible error—-
At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap. When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice. When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back. When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row. When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house. When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste. When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter. When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked. When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could. When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night. When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn. When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends. When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deep he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country. When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children. And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART. If you love your dad, reblog.