the one who looks over the crowd;

♡ 甘楽ちゃんです〜! ♡ Orihara Izaya´s fake account for roleplaying mainly. Yes, my precious human beings, I´ll be accepting submits/asks also. PT-BR/ENG. Portuguese as first language. お久しぶりですね... お元気ですか？あなたがいなくて寂しいです! Ikebukuro´s informant and chaos. Reminder: Just because I like humans doens't mean that I like you personally. / "Fine by me, go ahead and hate me all you want. I'll keep on loving you. Obsessively! Irrationally! Desperately! I love humanity! I love every one of you!"

[odekoyma]

i made a meme

[insanemarshmallow]

Just my Settphel dump o wo/

[yoakesan]

Source: Link

I am crying this is the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life

[rejoice-in-despair-deactivated2]

[hobi-seokie]

Trust Me - Izaya Orihara and Shizuo Heiwajima Parody

[tokuchiss]

[veriteko]

折原臨也

[naruzumake]

happy belated birthday neru ♥

[noisylovepatrol]

Izaya Orihara

[aloezaki-deactivated20160917]

concept: izaya with pippy longstocking freckles

concept: accepted.

[icky--vicky]

@tr0llzaya LOOK AT THIS

[tr0llzaya]

GORGEOUS.

[porcelain-peonie]

[thatrainbowangst]

Someone get this guy a motorcycle! I think he’s officially lost it!

[noonewouldmissme-blog1]

“Looking for the golden light,

Oh it’s a reasonable sacrifice…”

[tr0llzaya]

                 Oh, the world is so entertaining,            don’t you think?

[icky--vicky]

With a small scoff Nate took back his hand and tucked it away inside his pocket.

“What am I in charge of? Well I guess you could say I run a small and successful business but I don’t see how it’s any of your concern of course.”

His dark eyes looked Izaya up and down shamelessly as if he was inspecting a product he was about to buy. Nate used his free hand to tap against his lip while he thought. What exactly was up with this guy’s aura? It drew him in. But with all the people hurrying about around them it was hard to zero in on his just. He needed to get this guy alone.

“However if you’re curious I could show you. I won’t tell you but I will show you.” Nate didn’t really plan on revealing himself to the other but he needed an excuse to take him somewhere else. What would his lie be? Maybe that he designed clothes since he was interested and had a bit of knowledge on fashion.

Perfect, he knew exactly what to say and how to act. All that was left was actually pulling it off.

[tr0llzaya]

Words came promptly in a surly tone, as expected. No one would treat him kindly anyway. And why in the world would he want it now? No surprises here. Predictability’s the name, afterall. The mestizo’s gaze scanned him down as he was some sumptuous meal. Nevertheless, the brunette didn’t feel intimidated. His smirk just got accentuated. 

“What makes you think I’m gonna follow a person that I just met? Ara, don’t be so naive, Nate-kun.”

Sure that Izaya was a nice prey, still he wasn’t considering its role. Perchance, turning himself into a bait.

“You can’t tell me but you can show me?” Fallacious definition for secrets. Oh, but then, curiosity killed the cat. Interlocking optics, Izaya approached the argent-haired boy, looking for something unknown in the vastness of his onyx pair. Fine. He bended his head in a minimal, now with hands in pockets.

Enigma’s calling for him. Take a chance to decipher.

“There are some quiet lounge bars in Ikebukuro.” 

Hypothesis.

Is he even human?

[icky--vicky]

Dropping the finger from his lip and then running his hand through his silver locks Nate sighed and glanced around the street as the sun began to set.

“You can drop the ‘Kun’ Orihara. It’s just Nate. Since I am new in town you’ll have to show me to wherever you’d like to sit down and talk. Even though I’m a stranger~”

He chuckled and placed his hand into his pocket, mirroring the others body language subconsciously. The look in his eyes almost made Nate want to shiver, it was clear this was not just an ordinary human. The fact only made him want to stay in Japan longer than he had planned. However only time would be able to tell.

[tr0llzaya]

He tried to imply intimacy… No impending indeed. But then insisting did.

“How cruel of you, Nate-kun.”

Emphasized the disturbing intonation he used when he retorted, he found himself pretty nearly pouting, nagging mien in his face. On the other hand, he already got something on mind. He always had. Izaya knew this field with the palm of his hand, inch by inch, catastrophe by catastrophe. Human by human. And even its monsters. That place Akabayashi had been always attending. A fancy parlor with comfy cushioned settees and low beams. Foolproof, genuinely accurate.

“Heh… Looks like I’m gonna guide the new kid. Let’s go, then.”

He started to make his way on flimsy steps, waiting for the other to follow them. As he turned his head to the younger, he assured a suppositious doubt.

“It’s near here, not much of walking.”

[icky--vicky]

Having the advantage of walking behind the other made Nate feel a bit more at ease then he already was. Not that anything anyone could throw at him would kill or even hurt him, he enjoyed having an upper hand no matter how small.

“It’s just Nate.”

Grumbling under his breath as he rolled his eyes he realized that it was most likely no use to argue with this guy. Nate followed a couple steps behind him before the arrived at the building. His dark eyes gazed up at the sign that greeted before entering in front of the information broker expecting him to follow.

“Well this place is nice.”

He spoke aloud though not really expecting a response. The silver haired boy was used to nice places but they were nice in a different way. Hidden far away where no one knew the location bursting with colored lights and blaring music. That was nice to him. He glanced back at the stranger and nodded

“I’ll buy you a drink, my treat.”

[tr0llzaya]

“Isn’t it? A client brought me here once. Information is sort of tremendously prized when the world is falling apart. Consider having a hidden card. That’s crucial.”

In fact, Izaya used to make several discourses when contemplating things and brainstorming about them. His manner of elucidating must go nonstop when his mind was crammed in facts. Animadvert turned from exigency to a customary automatic. Leastwise, subjects wouldn’t lack. “You don’t need to” came at his mind. Granting this, the data auctioneer didn’t refuse.

 “I’m pleased.”

Although his life was almost 24/7 lying, turning lives into turmoil, disordering the region and faking things to get what he wanted to, that sentence was outspoken. Even though, it sounded cynical, with ironic addressing. Conjointly to his habitual smirk he couldn’t abdicate. Traces that were part of the pitiful personality of his.

 “Let’s take a seat. May I ask what is Nate-kun ordering?”

He marginally giggled and proceeded to settle what was pendant. After he concluded, the brunette discretely reclined himself in the sofa, rejoicing in accommodation. His glance didn’t quit Nate then.

[icky--vicky]

With a small scoff Nate took back his hand and tucked it away inside his pocket.

“What am I in charge of? Well I guess you could say I run a small and successful business but I don’t see how it’s any of your concern of course.”

His dark eyes looked Izaya up and down shamelessly as if he was inspecting a product he was about to buy. Nate used his free hand to tap against his lip while he thought. What exactly was up with this guy’s aura? It drew him in. But with all the people hurrying about around them it was hard to zero in on his just. He needed to get this guy alone.

“However if you’re curious I could show you. I won’t tell you but I will show you.” Nate didn’t really plan on revealing himself to the other but he needed an excuse to take him somewhere else. What would his lie be? Maybe that he designed clothes since he was interested and had a bit of knowledge on fashion.

Perfect, he knew exactly what to say and how to act. All that was left was actually pulling it off.

[tr0llzaya]

Words came promptly in a surly tone, as expected. No one would treat him kindly anyway. And why in the world would he want it now? No surprises here. Predictability’s the name, afterall. The mestizo’s gaze scanned him down as he was some sumptuous meal. Nevertheless, the brunette didn’t feel intimidated. His smirk just got accentuated. 

“What makes you think I’m gonna follow a person that I just met? Ara, don’t be so naive, Nate-kun.”

Sure that Izaya was a nice prey, still he wasn’t considering its role. Perchance, turning himself into a bait.

“You can’t tell me but you can show me?” Fallacious definition for secrets. Oh, but then, curiosity killed the cat. Interlocking optics, Izaya approached the argent-haired boy, looking for something unknown in the vastness of his onyx pair. Fine. He bended his head in a minimal, now with hands in pockets.

Enigma’s calling for him. Take a chance to decipher.

“There are some quiet lounge bars in Ikebukuro.” 

Hypothesis.

Is he even human?

[icky--vicky]

Dropping the finger from his lip and then running his hand through his silver locks Nate sighed and glanced around the street as the sun began to set.

“You can drop the ‘Kun’ Orihara. It’s just Nate. Since I am new in town you’ll have to show me to wherever you’d like to sit down and talk. Even though I’m a stranger~”

He chuckled and placed his hand into his pocket, mirroring the others body language subconsciously. The look in his eyes almost made Nate want to shiver, it was clear this was not just an ordinary human. The fact only made him want to stay in Japan longer than he had planned. However only time would be able to tell.

[tr0llzaya]

He tried to imply intimacy… No impending indeed. But then insisting did.

“How cruel of you, Nate-kun.”

Emphasized the disturbing intonation he used when he retorted, he found himself pretty nearly pouting, nagging mien in his face. On the other hand, he already got something on mind. He always had. Izaya knew this field with the palm of his hand, inch by inch, catastrophe by catastrophe. Human by human. And even its monsters. That place Akabayashi had been always attending. A fancy parlor with comfy cushioned settees and low beams. Foolproof, genuinely accurate.

“Heh... Looks like I’m gonna guide the new kid. Let’s go, then.”

He started to make his way on flimsy steps, waiting for the other to follow them. As he turned his head to the younger, he assured a suppositious doubt.

“It’s near here, not much of walking.”

[shizuos]

“he might seem cold-blooded, but he’s more human and his heart more brittle than anyone else. so much so that if you filled it with human love or betrayal, it’d break easily. which is why, i think, he chose from the start to avoid it all, to love humanity. you understand? not to accept, not to face it. to avoid it.” —kishitani shinra about orihara izaya, novel 13