#oriharadesu

[groazei-arc-blog]

Gaze of embers, burning slowly with sadistic need for amusement. The human was a boring looking thing, so measly looking. It could make Alucard laugh! Instead, he merely watches from a distance, awaiting for whether they make the first move or him. And knowing Alucard, he could always lure someone in to make the move. | | @oriiharadesu

[erikararara]

// Guys, oriharadesu deactivated her account and I'm actually super upset because she was brilliant :\

[redclansmanrayne]

((And I've just now realized, Izaya Orihara knows an insecurity of mine and the person is I really dislike's description. . . I shall now be under the protection and security of Rayne. Please Rayne, protect me.

. . . She's still asleep. . .))

[erikararara]

✓~

✓ - I like you

What are you planning.

// I have no idea if this is for the mun or the muse but either way I AM SCREAMING.

*SCREAMS*

[durarara-fandom-blog]

You and me.

If they had a kid meme {YES}

Name: "Malicious Gangster-san Sensei"Gender: "Dude."General Appearance: "Pri much like you. Cept with baggy-er clothing. They would be a fucking rebel I tell ya."Personality: "Probably a dildor."Special Talents: "Fucking people up."Who they like better: "You, don't ask me why."Who they take after more: "Definitely me, spoils go to the man right?"Personal Head canon: "Probably good at fucking people up mentally."Face Claim: "Izaneyh Oriherha"

"Here ya go homedog."

[shizuodesu]

Uncertainty

Fucking finally. Moving a large hand through his bleached, blonde hair, Shizuo leaned almost exhaustedly against a lamppost, rummaging in his pockets for his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. God he really needed a smoke. Normally he didn’t care what happened on his job, but that last client just really pissed him off for some reason. It was just another guy whining the usual ‘Please, I need more time because I’m special and I don’t deserve this’ bullshit he dealt with on a near daily basis, but for some reason he just felt more edgy than was normal. ‘It might have something to do with that stupid girl,’ he thought to himself with a sigh, wedging the cigarette between his lips and quickly lighting it. Inhaling that sweet nicotine almost immediately soothed the majority of his nerves.

But it still couldn’t take her off his mind. That charming smile, eyes of gold, and ruby red hair, and a sweet, almost infectious laugh. Growling almost frustratedly to himself, he rubbed at his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, wishing he could banish her from his thoughts, but mentally berating himself for wanting to. Shizuo didn’t know what he felt for that girl, only that every time he saw her, he felt his chest tighten with anxiety and an irresistible urge to please her in any way he could. With a small uplift at the corner of his mouth, the blonde could say he almost felt a sort of.. fondness for her. Resting his head against the lamppost, he exhaled a large plume of smoke into the night air and let the cigarette rest snuggly between his fingers, arms weighing heavily at his sides.

He wondered what she was doing right now. Was she thinking about him too? He’d like to think so. The fingers of his left hand tapped almost impatiently against his leg as he resisted the urge to look at his phone and at the past messages between them. God, he felt like such a teenage girl.  With a heavy sigh, he took another long drag of his cancer stick, reveling at the smoke filling his lungs, when a shadow caught the corner of his eye. A feeling of foreboding filled him with a sense of dread as he pushed himself away from the lamppost, hesitant to figure out who the shadow was, but at the same time wanting to walk in the opposite direction in an attempt to avoid whatever confrontation it might result in. It was just unfortunate that the gods weren’t with him tonight, however. 

[canadian-goose]

+| Starter for oriharadesu

Sage sighed as she stared at the laundry basket, currently near the point of toppling over. Her entire apartment was a mess. Unpacked boxes and suitcases were scattered everywhere, articles of clothing she had yanked out of the suitcases but decided she wouldn't wear littered the carpeted floor. 

Apparently, moving from the other half of the world to Japan was a serious chore. 

Sage had underestimated how difficult it would be to move from Vancouver to Ikebukuro. She was usually quick to adapt to her surroundings, but she couldn't even make her way around the apartment complex. It had already been almost an entire month, Sage's clothes were starting to become limited. She had been to awkward, and possibly a bit too prideful, to ask for directions to the laundry room, but her situation was desperate. 

Deciding it was about time she gave finding the laundry room another try, Sage picked up the basket without much struggle, despite its weight. Years upon years of playing hockey really did have it's perks. Sighing, she nudged her door open and and slipped out, closing it back with her foot. It was then when she noticed how much of her vision was blocked to the pile of clothing. 

"Damn..." Sage muttered, maneuvering her way down the hall. She was listening carefully for footsteps, not wanting to cause any sort of commotion. However she was so focused on avoiding people she missed the calm, cool strides from a being heading right to her. Without warning, Sage walked into the stranger, sending her basket of clothes toppling down onto the floor. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry-!" She gasped, moving her head to face whoever she had ran into.

[durarara-fandom-blog]

oriharadesu replied to your post: im done tryin yo on a diff slightly less...

"Oh?"

"Go away Izaya, I ain't got time for yo shit."