HELL.

I got so sick of being on my own Now the devil won't leave me alone {independent multimuse blog}

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[ I swear I'll soon have my muses ready to RP. Vacation is almost over for them. ]

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デュラララ!!×2 承 放送直前SP

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Send a ✗ and my muse will react to being called a monster.

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picking up her coffee, she took a sip. today was no school and she had the day off from work. what better way to spend the day then to be reading and drinking coffee in the girls favorite coffee shop. 

it was a very cozy place, really. the people were kind and it was semi quiet. she was reading one of her favorite mangas, spice and wolf, to be exact. she set her cup down back on the small plate and looked up from her book when she noticed someone sit down across from her. she recognized this guy as izaya orihara, or “the asshole” in her terms. she’s never spoken to this guy before so she was curious as to why he’d approach her out of all people. “can i help you?” she asked, closing her book so her attention was on him fully.

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--♥♥     Usually, the informant came to the coffee shop to do some "observation" on specific targets--For example, that one incident with Rio Kamichika! That was certainly an event to spectate, then to see her realize how immature she was; priceless! Today, however, he anticipated a certain tomboy who had recently been chatting with Shinra- Hyori Matsumoto.

            He found the brunette easily, as she was too distracted with her book to notice. Would she get startled if he just quietly sat down across from her? Might as well, he mused. He had sat for a few minutes when she finally glanced at him. He simply gave a small smile, his arms resting on the table as he leaned forward slightly.

           "Is this seat taken?" He retorted. She would receive her answer soon, but not before he got some answers himself. Sure, he had researched her a bit, nothing too fancy, but he was the type to investigate certain people who caught his interest-- If she was as boring as the last person, he would just drop this like a rock.

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Source: ヨシヒロ

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[ Almost done with the individual muse pages. ]

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[ I suppose this works for a mun FC, but I'm trying to look for a page layout and I'm not being successful. Does anyone know a few good ones to use? ]

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[ This is going to be a multimuse blog soon. Sorry for the lack of activity. ]

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Shizu-chan!

▬ The informant just stares at the grey-masked being, a scowl on his face before masking it with a smirk.

"Very funny, like I didn’t see that coming— As if I’d ever lower myself to those standards. Please, don’t pick another idiotic answer, or I will assume you like having your fingers removed."

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Tell my muse who you ship them with and they will respond to being told this.

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by うら ※Permission to upload this was given by the artist

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Unplanned Pawn | eyes-of-deceit

▬ Izaya was a busy man, one could say. He always was up to something, and when everything seemed to be out of place, Izaya was the first to blame. Then again, half of that was revolved around Shizuo, so the blame only seemed fitting.

However, tonight was different. He had plans not involving the disdain he had for a certain ex-bartender, and this was a contact he planned to enjoy using. After all, he did love his humans, and to know more about what was going on in the world he lived had such euphoria in his stride. Even the man beside him noticed he seemed a little too happy, which never was a good sign unless the person reading it had been the man skipping beside him.

"Something wrong, Mr. Takada?" The informant wasn't blind to notice that he was being stared at.

"No no-- Nothing at all!" The man chuckled, albeit nervous and cautious of his happy demeanor. Scratching the back of his neck, the man glanced away from the raven, yet the next part of this situation was completely unscripted. The client stared at this stranger, who stood with a cat-eyed teen who almost mimicked the informant himself. Both his client and the older man noticed each other, scowling over the acknowledgement, and approached like they were ready to brawl.

Prancing over to the blond, he leaned over and pulled a hand over his mouth, whispering.

"This doesn't look like a good place to be, shall we leave them to their disputes?"

Izaya could feel some sort of joy knowing that this odd but similar kid might be a new toy for him. Just maybe.