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outofpawns;; I will be here for now on.

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outofpawns;; I will be here for now on.

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outofpawns;; I will be here for now on.

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outofpawns;; New blog is done. I will be here for now on.

[valhallxn]

outofpawns;; New blog is done. I will be here for now on.

[valhallxn]

outofpawns;; New blog is done. I will be here for now on. Later on I'll probably put up a hiatus theme and leave the ask box open so people that want my new blogs name can get it.

[valhallxn]

outofpawns;; I've been thinking of making a new blog for my Izaya, it's just that now that 1,193 followers, half of which I do not roleplay with nor have ever interacted with my muse essentially drown my dashboard and  make it difficult to keep track of replies. It's not that I don't enjoy seeing you on my dash, it's just that.. there is so many of you and just..just ugh. Making a new blog will at least quiet down my dash, help me organize my tags and etc. For the time being, I will either be on my self insert, Yuno blog, or my Will Graham blog for now.

[valhallxn]

Decided to take a nap curled up in his bed, snoozing lightly. [ cause sleeping Kanra is cute. ]

Pokes once—- and after a few moments begins to poke incessantly because he is a lil’ shit.

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"You enjoy eating humans with your cannibal friend, don't you?"

For the next hour my Muse can not tell a lie.

"I don’t enjoy it." He corrected.

The cannibal was an all out trap of a creature— Izaya couldn’t escape the ripper, he was o b s e s s e d with him. The ebony haired male had given up, and began to follow the standard saying 'if you can't beat him, join him.'

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[ in regard to your rp partners ] Who would you like to experiment on the most out of all the people you know?

For the next hour my Muse can not tell a lie.

Evidently the human was unaware that everyone he associated with was more then likely one of his experiments— the time it takes for a friendship or an enmity to form was always great data—- in a way— everything that he learned by socializing with the people he deemed to be interesting was akin to a piece of proteinaceous spider silk that a spider weaved—-

"No matter what, Shizu-chan will have a self reserved place as for someone I want to experiment— although I do not believe he even counts as a human being. I guess he is my bestial test rat.”

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"Have you ever had a near death experiencing while learning to parkour?"

For the next hour my Muse can not tell a lie.

"Surprisingly no,it’s not as if I  had put the effort into learning it, more or less I learned it unintentionally when being chased by the humans that hold a vendetta against me. It was —- hm— luck that I turned out to be an ace. However.. I don’t believe in luck.”

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And played God, I played God, Played God. Said: "Oh my God the devil's in the deal. Oh lord, I just didn't look there." We looked so long, we looked so hard, I looked so hard and for so long. Said: "Oh my God the devil's in the deal. I tried so long, we looked so hard, I tried so hard and for so long. Said: "Oh the devil's in the detail. The devil's in the detail."

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Have you frickle frackled?

For the next hour my Muse can not tell a lie.

"Yes."

Of course, in the means of human observation he did. It was all for a reaction. Someone had announced their love to him and believed they were similar, Izaya couldn’t help but find this humorous so he deceived to the very brink— they had thought that they were deep in a relationship whilst the broker didn’t — he thought it was but an experiment.

                                 Only then, when they least expected it, did he tear their heart to pieces.

                         Not even a particle of guilt present in his dark inner core that was supposedly his heart.

Humans.. the questions he collected always made a Cheshire Smile bore into his countenance. Sometimes the questions they asked were absolutely meaningless while as others held relevancy. Occasionally he’d be surprised with a balderdash question that he never thought would come from one of his clients mouth. This occasion however, he wasn’t surprised. The masked phantasmas tended to be perverse—-

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For the next hour my Muse can not tell a lie.

Abuse this

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Firewall - Les Friction

Fear is a device So quiet and precise it’s not what i allow not in my world now

[ofthewheatandtail]

Living After Midnight || Holo & Izaya

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          Within the darkness of the room there were a pair of crimson orbs that shines within the shadows. They glanced toward the form under the covers of the bed furthest away from the balcony. Her breaths came out in shallow puffs, quiet like the predator she was. Movement as the form turned over, back now to her. A toothy smirk curled her lips upward before she unlatched the door to the balcony, glancing once more over her shoulder.

         Hands placed upon the railing she peered over to look down at the ground below her. No movement below. Brows furrowed as she inhaled, the wind was blowing her scent away from her, not allowing her to catch any others. ❝ Izaya? ❞ Came the hiss from between sharp teeth. Where was he? Had he bailed on her, or was he simply playing with her as he so enjoyed doing.

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He had a feeling that someone was going to sneak in.

A grin of ire devilment was etched into the brokers countenance as he placed pillows underneath the covers--- upon the pillow he placed the Dullahan's head. Of course, he brought it-- afraid that someone would somehow break into his apartment despite his security system. It turned out it was useful. Vermillion irises scintillated in the darkness as he took a meager step back to look at the bed-- it looked implausibly realistic.

Once he was sure everything was according, he opened the porch door-- legs perching themselves onto the railing for a nanosecond before he leaped off the railing, only to land upon the surface of another floors porch. Crimson pools would look up ahead-- only to clench the growing laughter as he saw whom he had been expecting. Manes clutched the next railing, allowing extremities to propel him to the next porch, to the next. Until he stood at the very pavement--- a smirk of haughtier present upon his lips.