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independent orihara izaya

[hcbbyist]

sup my fellow nerds. i’m trying to make a comeback with izaya after a v long while and i need new active blogs to follow and interact with, so if you could give this a like/reblog that’d be p rad

i’m open to pretty much everyone i rarely turn someone down who comes to me wanting to interact so. ... 

( also the blog is under some reconstruction rn dont mind it much )

[hcbbyist]

      “ do you smell that? it’s the smell of desperation! it’s such a lovely smell, isn’t it? ”

[hcbbyist]

♚ independent & open to all orihara izaya ♚ currently reading the novels | blog will eventually follow novel canon ♚ izaya and phoenix ( hey that’s me!! ) are 20+ | no smut tho ♚ 11+ years writing experience ♚ i’m trying to revive my sunlight & stars after like a literal year ♚ currently editing his blog but old rps are still around

[hcbbyist]

♚ -- { neko-chan

“I’m not 5.” Came the muted, almost sulky response; Kaneko’s cheeks brightening just barely as she averted her eyes towards the bodies around them, snorting in slight distaste. Honestly, she wouldn’t put it past him to do something so extra as to call for her over the intercom, just to make her flustered. She fixes her expression a moment later - despite the faintest remains of a pout still adorning her lips - before glancing over towards him. ( Having taken to walking maybe a step or so behind him. ) “–Why are we here, anyway? Don’t tell me you’re meeting up with someone from one of those weird websites you go on.”

                ♚ }  “Could’ve fooled me.” He mused quietly, amusement laying across his features as he stared at her from the corner of his eye. So easy to tease and poke fun at, she was. Izaya released a quiet chuckle ( one that could seem mocking ), hands pushing inside his coat pockets as he ventured onward.

                  “Curiosity killed the cat, y’know,” he hummed lowly, almost as if he was talking to himself, before turning sharply on his heels to face her, burgundy hues aimed downward, a smirk creeping onto his face, “what if I told you I brought you here to buy you whatever you wanted? Would that make you happy, Ka~ne~ko~chan~?”

[hcbbyist]

                  “Did you know that if all the females in a group of clownfish die a male will change its gender in order to keep its group alive?”

X -- ( @xdontmind )

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[immanime]

source

[imagine-ikebukuro]

durarara!! moodboards → izaya [1/?]

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send 🐇 to give my muse a plush toy!

The plush toy is up to the sender!

[veriteko]

Izaya: *looks cute even when bullying the hell out of you*

[zorra-lombardi-a-deactivated202]

Send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse's hair.

[hcbbyist]

          -- --KANRA HAS ENTERED THE CHATROOM

[ KANRA ] Ahh~!! What’s this? We gotta newbie here~!! ヽ(^o^)丿 [ KANRA ] Welcome to the party, newbie! [ KANRA ] Guess it can’t really be called a party when it’s only two people. That’s us, by the way, Newbie~! (✿◠‿◠) [ KANRA ] But whatever. I’m Kanra~! I’m clearly the more fun one that gets in this chatroom all the time!! ∩(・ω・)∩ [ KANRA ] So~ what brings you here? Curious about all the rumors??

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♚ } -- [ BORING ] GREEN

   Izaya earned a variety of reactions, stemming from anger to indifference,

when he voiced his disappointment in the JUNGLE base. It wasn’t hard to see

how one could be put off, or at the very least surprised, by it. JUNGLE was

a highly regarded clan, and while they seemed organized to terrifying extents,

at the heart of their operations was this tiny room, looking like nothing more

than the dingy room of a cheap apartment.

    Sukuna initially growled, the first to spark up at the newcomer’s

comments.

         “Hey, watch it! You’re in our territory now, remember?” The kid

sparked off, raising a fist at him. From the couch, Iwa-san was laughing

while sipping on his beer, with three empty cans sitting before him on the

worn-out coffee table. Yukari sat beside him, leaned over so he could

see his face in the small vanity he kept there – out of place with its

pristine condition, but perfect for someone like Yukari – washing

his face. When the swordsman heard the comment, he looked up,

perking a brow. “Oh? That’s right, coming as a guest and insulting

someone’s home? My, your lack of manners is very unattractive.”

    The only person who had yet to utter a sound was the one responsible

for this place, and ultimately the one who should have been offended,

but the Green King simply sat still, watching the events unfold with an

unnerving lack of expression. He looked around their space, then up

at his guest.  

          “You are disappointed.”

    He repeated under his breath, more to himself.

          “I have a question. What was it you expected, if not this?

              Although it’s unfortunate, and even a bit foolish on your end

         that you held such high expectations

              in the first place, I’m curious.”

                ♚ }  THOSE WERE THE REACTIONS HE WASexpecting. Honestly, he hoped they did something off script at least once during his time here, otherwise all this would feel like a huge waste of time.

                  “Oh my~! You’re absolutely right!! I’m very sorry for insulting your home, Suku-chan, Yuka-chan, I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive my outburst!” The broker’s tone dripped with sarcasm, a small ‘hn’ escaped through bared teeth as he grinned mischievously, his voice drawing back from sarcasm now, “But I admire your reactions, despite that I expected them. It just proves you’re more human than some people give you credit for, but it makes you boring for me to even play with! Now that is what disappoints me,” the raven shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back slightly, “but I can overlook my disappoint because you’re part of someone else’s game, which means I can’t move the pieces, even if I wanted to, so I’ll just have to grit my teeth and deal with it, now won’t I.” He seemed to have just been simply talking to himself now, as if making a verbal note-to-self.

                  “What makes you think I honestly expected anything more than this?” Izaya threw a smirk Nagare’s way, burgundy hues staring at his face, examining it, “I just wanted to see how everyone reacted to my comment, that’s all, it had no genuine or special meaning behind it, and it’s unfortunate that you believe there would be. But if you’re unsatisfied with that answer then let’s just go with ‘I expected something more scientific looking and more technologically advanced than some shabby television set’, or, as a dear friend of mine would so kindly put it, ‘a rubbish shithole’. Take your pick, King.”

[mmemesforrp]

Send “You look better covered in blood” for my muse’s reaction

[hcbbyist]

                  ♚ }  “TRY NOT TO STRAY TOO FAR from me, Neko-chan~! It’d be embarrassing if I had to call you through an intercom, wouldn’t you agree?” He teased the younger with a smug look on his face. In all honesty, he doubted she’d leave his side for too long, especially in a crowded mall, but part of him had this urge to send her off and then go hide somewhere and watch her panic trying to find him. Hell, maybe he’d even leave his cellphone behind just to amp it up! How entertaining that thought was, but maybe another time.

♚ ┆– [ @xdontmind ( starter call ) ]

[drrr-screencaps]

[hcbbyist]

                  ♚ }  “AH, TRULY A LET DOWN THIS was,” Izaya mused, gaze fixated on Nagare the moment he entered the base, only faltering to stare around at the small structure built inside one giant one, “I expected someone like you,” he sighed in convincing disappointment, shaking his head, “it would have been more fun and EXCITING if you were completely different from what I imagined! Guess we can’t always get what we want, though. Shame.” The broker wasn’t actually disappointed, not completely, all he wanted to see was how the King and his clansmen reacted to something that could be considered an insult.

♚ ┆– [ @idealcst ( starter call ) ]