#undeific

[skullfck]

He thought he was free of that freak. It had been a long time since he’d heard anything from him, and even longer since he’d seen him; he thought maybe he’d gotten bored and moved on, leaving Hawk with one less thing to worry about. The relief eventually passed and he got used to a world without Izaya. It was only a marginal improvement, given everything else going on, but an improvement nonetheless. 

But then, out of nowhere, he showed up, smiling his eerie smile and brandishing a knife. The fight should have been easy, but it wasn’t; Hawk was high and starving, disoriented, and very quickly subdued. When he woke up, he was in a familiar place—and not only that, but a familiar position: teetering on the edge of a cement block, a chain wrapped around his neck. 

It was explained to him by his captor that he was going to call someone (@batoushoujo) and apologize to them. A phone was placed in his hand, number already tapped out for him. All he had to do was press the call button. 

Now, holding the receiver to his ear, still very disoriented and still a little high, he has a very important question to ask:          “Who is this?”

#batoushoujo #u wanted a thread from hawk like 5 weeks ago im so sorry it took this long #undeific

[noended]

          𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, nestled between bathhouses in the hotspring resort of Hakone, a new addition sprouted from the Earth like a carnivorous flower. It’s European architecture differed wildly in contrast to the various buildings that stood there for centuries before it’s arrival. 

And somewhere in the city, a young man with messy curls and a cunning smile staples posters to bulletin boards that read: New, limited time Haunted House! One week only! NO-END HOUSE! Finish all thirteen rooms for a prize!

The sight of a foreigner making his own posts on the bulletin board was enough to earn him whispers and stares, not to mention the strange nature of what he was was advertising, but no stare was quite as piercing as @undeific’s gaze. August felt it on his back far before he found the source. Somewhere, in the distance, The House tells him to pursue, and like an obedient child, he does.

          “ Here, ”     August offers a flier to the stranger, eyes glittering with friendliness, pronunciation as effortless as his comprehension of the Japanese language,     “ I felt you staring, friend. Are you interested? It’s only in Japan for one week before it travels the world again! ”

#undeific #𝐈𝐈𝐈𝐗. ❝ 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ❞ — threads .

[polycephebi]

 “Everyone has their own ideas about me. I’m sure you’ll decide how you see me soon enough.”  @undeific Cont.

... ... Suddenly, whatever kinship he felt with this person is out the window-- Or no, maybe, more accurately... Whatever expectations he had for it is out the window. No, he's not sure what to make of that sight at all, but come on-- Stranger-san... You have to realize, an outburst like that, in a conversation like this, is incredibly funny.

Was it on purpose? Did he finally meet a cartoon-certified 'crazy person' ? Could it be both!?

And what a sentence to follow it with.. --

Both. Both !!

-- He can't help but laugh, himself. Far less animated in it, it doesn't do more than shake his shoulders, but the bewildered delight is made perfectly clear all the same.

"I see...~! I see-- Though I have a feeling, you're not gonna make it easy for me~"

Actually, he's already made up his mind. 'I have to keep an eye on you.' Now, whether that's for one reason, or will allot to a far opposite reason-- Whatever the case, few decisions have been made easier than that one.

"Seth!" Yes, we're cementing it; This won't be the last you see of him, and god, he hopes this won't be the last he sees of you~ To propose that, he shares a name. A name. Some name. "O-shiro~ Seth~ Pleasure to meet you, Stranger-san."

#undeific #((hi!! the editor was being weird for me so moved it to a new post-- hope that's cool #plus new blog and all

[ohfiendangelical]

i’m gonna be a bit slow here atm, my personal life has taken a turn for the insane and i’m sick on top of it all, so my brain is a bit too foggy for writing. everything is drafted and hopefully as i feel better throughout the week i’ll get to replies on all my blogs! hit those up btw: @ritualcore @saintouija @skullfck @fyramids @pseughost @sacredterrors @undeific 

my discord is ptolemaea#7318 if you wanna talk while i’m out of commission! we can plot or you can just keep me company while i die of tuberculosis (not really its just a nasty cold). i accept pretty much any request i get but tell me what your url is when you add me so i know who you are. 

#☆ OFFSCREEN .

[calamityshrine]

There is no way he is seeing this right. The phrase “the world is a small place” is purely a saying — the world is actually massive, and Yoshiki only believes in coincidence under very specific circumstances. Is he being followed? At first, he was sure he was seeing things — making something out of nothing; the fur trimmed coat is a very popular style, and that haircut is also rather common. All his doubts disappeared, however, when he heard the voice —

Oh, hell no.

     “ What the hell? ”     he doesn’t think before he speaks, putting himself between the creep and Ayumi’s wheelchair,     “ Wh-what the hell are you doing here? Are you following me? ”

It’s one thing if he were still in Japan — Tokyo might be a big city, but there is always a chance to run into someone there; but Los Angeles? There is no way…

✰*°•.           impromptu starter for izaya orihara of @undeific​

#✰*°•. verse two — 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒉; 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔. #✰*°•. 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 — yoshiki. #undeific

[hopeless-healer]

cont for @undeific

Rio shoots him one last look — disbelief maybe?  Though it’s not as if she expected him to relent and let her off undisturbed — before shaking her head and walking away. She wants to run, but settles for a brisk walk into the approaching night. 

She feels eyes on her as she scurries away and assumes it’s him studying her, watching her run away like the prey she is. And maybe he is…

But he wouldn’t be the only one.

Eyes lined so thick they appear half lidded watch the interaction. A frown twitches on dark stained lips and long fingers itch to reach out and squeeze something.

Who is that?

Rin Minamoto slinks out like a cat once Rio is out of sight, brows furrowed. When she sees Him her tense expression relaxes into one of adoration.

Why does He need so many girls. Doesn’t He know she’d do anything for Him? Look at what she has done already! But it’s not His fault. Men are unaware, even those as absolutely brilliant as Izaya Orihara.

She’ll help Him understand.

“Izaya?” She calls out innocently. “What a surprise! I’m not used to seeing you in this part of the city.”

Did He come just for that girl? That plain, spiteful little thing! What could He want with her?

#rp #drrr #undeific #ic: Rio

[wickdcreatures]

@undeific​ said:  izaya would like to clarify nothing weird has ever happened between himself and this child, she just stabbed him because she was mad about his treatment of hawk, or something

     “ I STABBED YOU BECAUSE YOU HAD MY DAD HANGED??? ”

#undeific #☽ dash commentary. ☾ #☽ lillie — in character. ☾ #ask to tag //

[castelleve]

@undeific​: helo beloved

“Aw shucks.”

#him blushing uwu #JHGFDFGHJHGF #HEWWO #undeific #Damian // IC #I Am The Need You Have For More // Shitposting

[flurdall-a]

@undeific​ said:   “ I thought we had something special… I guess I was wrong. ” || ask || meme

     “ Don’t give me that tone, Orihara. ”

Her teeth clenched, and with eyes averted to the ground she lets out a breath. She brought this on herself -- she knows this. She can’t help herself anymore; she had gotten so good about ignoring him, about not contacting him. What changed? She missed him.

     “ Of course we had something special, but we... can’t be like that anymore. ”   it’s rehearsed insincerity -- she’s saying what she knows everyone else would want her to say. She’s saying what she knows her husband would want her to say. 

So if she slips up, she can say she tried and that mean old Izaya manipulated her into it -- they’d be more inclined to believe her that way.

#❀ pen pal poetry // asks #undeific

[ryuzxki]

undeific replied to your post: L vc about @undeific‘s last post: *annoyed older...

izaya, with much difficulty, forces himself to eat an overly sweet cake slice purely to piss him off

     “ I said stop it. ”

#undeific #OOC. #LMAO ooohhh he angy

[cursedxartist-moved]

starter for @undeific​

It had been days since Scarlet began her search for the elusive informant.  With no phone nor computer outside of those she used at public libraries and other such establishments, she thought it best to contact the man in person.  After all, researching how to contact him on a public computer for the purposes she wanted to would be extremely UNWISE, and only make it easier to track her future actions back to her.  

So, she tracked through the city, observing the crowd at locations she had seen him before, places she had seem him fight, visit, eat, or observe others himself.  Then, her efforts came to fruition, and she spotted that familiar fur trimmed coat, and so she approached.

❝ Pardon me, Orihara-san? ❞  She inquired, verifying it was indeed the man she was looking for.  Upon observing him closer and affirming his identity, she continued.  

❝ I would like to discuss a job for you, do you have the time, or would meeting later work best? ❞  She spoke politely, with an air of aloofness about her.  Despite how EAGER she was to complete this job, she avoided letting it show, only greeting him with an unreadable stare below the crimson fabric of her hood.

#[ 🌹 | i know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine { IC } ] #[ 🌹 | can’t let your cold heart be free { V; MAIN } ] #undeific

[dadadaemovedagain]

        He wasn’t the only one she had her eye on. There were several others before him. His sole virtue laid in the fact that he was the first to return and hold eye contact. Her own eyes widened a fraction. To be in a city like this was to lose your identity to the sea of humanity. How long had it been since she saw the tiniest spark of recognition in someone’s gaze? She knew it was nothing personal, but that didn’t disqualify its meaning. 

        Unwilling (unable?) to tear her gaze away, she continued to stare through the dulled, dead eyes that only countless sleepless nights knew. There was a point after which smokey makeup could no longer mask the aftermath. The tips her of her fingers toyed with the hem of her sweater. The fabric felt stiff. The blood must have dried already. Ah, how annoying. Was it obvious? Did the splats and speckles pass for over the top cosplay? She ran a hand through her hair and winced, remembering the uneven, haphazard cut. It had not been a kind week.

        In more than one sense of the word, she was a zombie. In a different sense from the norm, she was a loser. She would soon be penniless as well if her luck continued. What a joke! And so she laughed. It wasn’t a chesty roar, but something subtler—polite. An inconspicuous chuckle. Her head dipped to the side with sheepish affectation.

        “It looks too real, right?”

@undeific​, from here

#undeific #* CHERRY — five o'clock world. #i hope it's alright i replied to this! #// #blood #?

[ofpharmaceuticals]

@undeific​ // starter call

She takes a sip from her mug and leans back in her chair. Namie has spent a solid three hours doing computer work and she just needs a moment to clear her head and rest her eyes. One can only look at a computer screen for so long. There’s a small sigh as she sets the mug back down on her desk before glancing over to where her boss is currently seated. 

“Have you decided what you’re going to do about that one guy yet? You’re most recent client, I mean.”

#* // in character. #undeific #here you go <3

[calamityshrine]

@undeific​ said: 🌩  ✰ meme ✰ ask

What a day to forget an umbrella. Yoshiki is soaked through and through, unrelenting sheets of rain making his clothes feel like lead against his body. Rain doesn’t ordinarily bother him, but he just got off a tiring shift from work, and now he is too soaked to take a bus or a taxi back to his apartment -- so he is stuck walking in this dreaded weather, trying to ignore the snickers of the people who walked past him ( although very few and far between ).

He squinted against the harsh neons of the evening cityscape and the merciless rain that threatened to beat into his eyes, noticing a figure under an overhang in front of him. The figure seemed to watch him move, and the closer he got the more he recognized him.

Oh, god. It’s that freak from the convenient store who was obsessed with mortality for some damn reason. The one who tried to corner him into talking about Ayumi and Heavenly Host. Yoshiki picks up his pace, placing a hand over his brow in an attempt to shield his eyes; maybe, if he walks away fast enough, this weirdo won’t stop him.

#✰*°•. 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 — yoshiki. #undeific #✰*°•. verse two — 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒉; 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔.

[hopeless-healer]

cont for @undeific

As soon as they step out of the room she reaches over and pinches the shit out of him.

“What did I just give him?” She whispers, consonants sliding against each other so fast that it comes out like a single hiss of a word. “What was that interaction? Why does the Yakuza seem to think he’s a safer bet for me than you are, Orihara?”

Before he can answer, she pinches him again.

“And what the hell was so funny!?”

The fear has quickly morphed into anger. He really is a god damn piece of work. She was more well behaved than he was! The fucker…

“What’s the next task? Steal from a pack of wolves while you skip around with raw meat?”

Their arms are still linked as they walk together like friends, her steps unintentionally in sync with his, and all the while the blonde seethes and hisses.

#rp #oc #undeific #ic: Imogen #drrr

[wickdcreatures]

@undeific​ said:  iza: and i am so proud of you, little dumpling

     “ Shut your damn mouth. Dumpling? I’ll kill you. ”

#undeific #☽ dash commentary. ☾ #☽ lillie — in character. ☾