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me: i’m gonna be productive today and get stuff done also me: recreates entire theme

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Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

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#yO NERD WHATSUP#1v1 me  @acephclous

#WAS GOOD HOMIE #LETS GO #RN#I'LL WHOOP THAT ASS  @ragingbartender

               [ wow look at these losers ]

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unfortunateoracle:

@echoingmelancholy || Starter Call

Hazy, the seer’s recollection of the past few moments was hazy, a vision had hit her like a freight train and the Caribbean witch found herself at a bit of a loss. The visions often plagued her nightmares but it was rare that she got one of the blue like this, wearily, Athi attempted to steady herself on the closest surface before reaching out to the closest person.

“Do you know where the uh…metro is?”

     Foreigners were COMMON here, wandering tourists with their eyes perpetually stretching towards the tallest of buildings and blinded by every flashing sign. Long, long ago Izaya had learned to pick them out of a crowd, wandering PLAYTHINGS that grew boring with time. Yet this time, when dark fingers moved to grip at the sleeve of his jacket, he turned to face a rather rare sight in the form of copper skin and long limbs -- a mixed beauty. The English ( unsurprising in nature ) deterred the broker for only a moment before a “ warm “ smile pulled at the edge of his lips, barbed tongue smoothed out into something consoling when he properly turned to face her. 

               ❝You look unsteady,❞ he mused, expression CURIOUS. ❝Are you           sure the metro is a good idea right now, miss?❞

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If Izaya ever were to fall in love with one human being, something would change….If he ever really fell in love with one person, then he would truly become evil. To obtain that person, he would be fine with destroying the world, killing people, or making a mess of society….We probably should find ourselves fortunate. That such a man as he, a twisted philanthropist, to love the whole human race equally.

Densuke Sozoro, Standing Ovation With Orihara Izaya (Translation by Kaedesan721)

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SELF - KNOWLEDGE

below the surface, everyone is pretty complicated. based on your answers, you will find out that three traits are important strands in your personality. follow this link for the quiz.

NEEDINESS

Being affirmed and nurtured by others is a central requirement for you to feel safe. This means you can be slow to warm up to other people, which is difficult because what you most need from them is their warmth. Yet you know how to be vulnerable: to let down your defenses and accept that you need another person. This lack of pretense is a valuable trait, and ultimately more endearing than the macho efforts others make to deny their childlike sides.

REVERENCE 

One part of you dreams of giving yourself up – perhaps just for a while – to a hero or mentor. In the right circumstances you can flourish by letting go of your ego. In your inner life, reverence plays out as a willing submission to your own conscience. In the outside world, you might get frustrated searching for something worth believing in – a country, a person, a company – but you will always be open to feeling respect, admiration and wonder.

EXHIBITIONISM 

There’s a strand in your nature which loves making an impression – perhaps with your clothes, or conversation, or in a self-revealing blog or a novel. You like to dramatize yourself, to pose as a unique, perhaps mysterious person, to joke or exaggerate your part in adventures. Though you might more than once have been called a show off, it is actually a generous tendency: you want to please and entertain others. It could be the start of good teaching and leadership.

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     [ see how productive i just was right there? it’ll never happen again-- ]

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❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞

SHORT STORIES x

               ❝I hope you realize how terribly IMPROBABLE it is           for one person to be responsible every time something           “ strange “ happens in Ikebukuro. Next you’ll be blaming           me for every car crash and forest fire as well.❞ And what           a nuisance that would be.

     A brief pause, calculative hues skimming over the blond once – dismissively – and a sigh sagged at the information broker’s shoulders. ❝Do you REALLY have to come all the way to my office every time? Barging into another’s home is rude you know.❞

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Izaya: Making my way downtown

Izaya: Walking fast

Shizuo: IIIIIIIZAAAAAAAYAAAAAAA

Izaya: Walking faster

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♡ = complimenting them --> ♒ = lying to them .

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —

     One familiar with gathering information and known for always knowing the in’s and out’s of the city, Izaya was not one to often feel UNSETTLED, yet it was hard to deny the cold shiver that passed along the line of his spine, the tension that slid into the thin set of his shoulders when a familiar voice seemingly crawled across his skin. Same low baritone he had ALWAYS associated with the monster, but this time the words were drawn out, an odd purring undertone that was decidedly unwelcome and just enough for the broker to bite down on the first note of his initial mocking greeting. 

     Instead, crimson hues turned hard, a steady steel enforced under the weight of uncertainty and wariness when he took in the UNUSUAL attire that met his gaze, the oddly relaxed stature and CONFIDENCE that Shizuo was supposed to lack. His lips pursed briefly, turning so as to face the other a little more even as one hand slid “ innocently “ into one of the pockets of his jacket, long fingers tracing along the familiar shape of a switchblade. 

               ❝Who are you?❞

     Because despite the foolish FALSE recognition that resonated within the confines of his twisted mind, this was not Shizuo Heiwajima -- at least not the version he was familiar with.

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✂ = threatening them

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse — 

     How terribly DULL those same tiresome insults and threats became when rundown and worn away with recurring use. While once the threat of bodily harm or even DEATH may have lit a spark of adrenaline to feed on the evidence of something new, now even the MONSTER’S rant grew wearisome – or perhaps that was simply his own lack of SLEEP catching up to the broker once more. 

     Regardless, BOREDOM was all he turned to reflect the charade sent his way, the lines of thin lips edged down and hands shoved lazily into the furred lining of his pockets. Ice lined his tone to a frigid slice of words, even with his own uncharacteristic nonchalance. 

               ❝You’re going to have to come up with something a little           better than that, Shizu-chan,❞ he drawled. ❝Really, it’s as if           you’re still a child.❞

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Your izaya is so well-portrayed im so glad i followed you. 100/10 would follow again.

     [ my brief absence has blessed me with a sweet nonnie. oh tumblr gods thank you for this offering. but seriously though, thank you ♥ I was kinda M.I.A. for like forever so it’s WONDERFUL to know that you like the way i write this psychotic problem child of mine. You guys have made returning a whole lot easier so all the love~ ]

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A R C H E T Y P E - Q U I Z

43% INTELLECTUAL 

The Intellectual is the ultimate dinner-party guest. Engaging questions and thoughtful debate are their trademarks.

36% VISIONARY

Leave it to others to live by the status quo. The Visionary is interested in new ways of seeing, solutions not yet imagined, products not yet built.

21% ROYAL

When the Royal walks into a room, they command attention. They are the one in charge, and they enjoy reaping the rewards of their hard work.

tagged by: @reticexce ( stole it ~ ) tagging: @ragingbartender, @acephclous, and whoever else is interested

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If you end up killing each other, it just means I’ll have one less friend.