Cupid's Messenger

{ semi - hiatus }

Thu, 02 Aug 2012 18:05:54 -0400

Things are starting to pick up again at home, so I’m just going to put this up now instead of just.. dropping off the internet again.

I might be active here and there. But I know for sure that I won’t be on as often as I use to be. I might be on other RP blogs more, but it all depends really.

You’ll still be able to find me over at my main too, and there’s a list of RP blogs there in case you still want to follow me and RP on any of them instead.

lovesmessenger loves you

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 01:19:51 -0400

Konbanwa. My name is Niekawa Haruna desu. How are you?

Okay, her piercing stare was unnerving and Tsukishima instantly started to feel intimidated by the eerie air that floated about her.

Hesitantly, he glanced away — not sure if it was better to avoid her gaze or not. “I’m.. good.. My n-name is.. Heiwajima, Tsukishima. It’s.. nice-” Was that even the right word for it? “-to meet you.”

crimson-rosepetals: Huh, he’s shy as well…will there ever be a guy lessvunerable? The woman...

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 01:08:18 -0400

crimson-rosepetals:

Huh, he’s shy as well…will there ever be a guy lessvunerable?

The woman smirked, extending her hand out and offering a handshake. “So you know my name, I guess you’ve heard of a man named Roppi? I don’t know him though…”

Red orbs stared down at the offered hand like it was a foreign creature. Then flickered back up to her face. “I.. well, you can say.. I-I know him.” He mumbled into his scarf, eyes focusing back to her hand as he gently reached out and shook it.

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Mon, 23 Jul 2012 00:36:10 -0400

shizukaaa:

“Is that so?…What’s yer name then?” Shizuka looked the other up and down, nonchalantly. There certainly were a lot of people with her face around. It was starting to creep her out.

The carrier jumped a bit, his eyes widening before he quickly bowed in a polite manner. His scarf flipping forward with him from the swift moment. “A-aa, I’m sorry… that was rude.. of me.. to not introduce m-myself. I’m… Heiwajima,..Tsukishima.”

His eyes lifted to her again, curiosity shining behind them. “And.. you are, miss?”

crimson-rosepetals: lovesmessenger started following you “Well what do you know, anotherTsuki!...

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 00:19:22 -0400

crimson-rosepetals:

lovesmessenger started following you

“Well what do you know, anotherTsuki! Glad to meet you~”

This.. was rather confusing. The woman before him was Roppi, but she was a woman and Roppi most certainly wasn’t.

That little fact left Tsukishima standing there slightly puzzled. Not to mention, her greeting was a little strange to him but that was the least of his thoughts.

“Roppi—.. chan?” He said, his voice coming out with a questioning air. “It’s.. nice to.. meet you too.”

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Mon, 23 Jul 2012 00:04:41 -0400

shizukaaa:

“Didn’t I just meet you….?”

Tsukishima shook his head quickly, staring a bit confused at the woman as he looked her over. “N-No… I don’t believe.. we have before.” Her resemblance was uncanny but he knew he’d never seen her before. His fingers tightened on his scarf as he tugged it a bit away from his face.

psykawaii || lovesmessenger

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 23:56:57 -0400

psykawaii:

There was no way to accurately describe what Psyche was seeing. Well, of course there was. It was Tsukishima crawling around on the floor like an animal searching frantically for… something. She couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped as she leaned in the doorframe, watching the blonde for several minutes. She knew she should have stopped him sooner, but she just couldn’t help watching him. It was far too amusing.

When she finally decided that it was time to stop him, she took a couple of steps into the room, carefully stepping on the end of his scarf to stop his movements, praying that he didn’t jerk forward to quickly and end up choking.

That would make her feel awful.

“Hey hey, silly man. What on earth are you doing on the floor? I thought we were baking a cake, not playing farm animals.” She wrinkled her nose a little as she held back another giggle, gently nudging the man with her knee. “Get up from there.”

That bright voice from behind him suddenly caused him to jump, a little surprised squeak emitting from his throat. Lurching forward just slightly in the process, only to have the scarf tug on his neck, not enough to hurt, but to hold him in place.

Glancing over his shoulder as his face tinted a faint roseate colour, he pulled the scarf up to the bridge of his nose. Attempting to hide the flush from notice. Eyes shifted to the bubbly brunette then to the floor and back.

“I-I… was looking for.. the vanilla… I misplaced it.” He explained, but obeyed the little order given and stood. Turning fully towards her with embarrassment settling into his features. “I… didn’t… hear you come in.”

jazzaya: God, here came the tears again. He really was losing his grip, allowing himself to fall...

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 23:49:28 -0400

jazzaya:

God, here came the tears again.

He really was losing his grip, allowing himself to fall in love so easily, and with more than person, at that. He just couldn’t choose who he wanted to be with. Well, it’s not like Lark could be with him, anyway, considering she was taken by Gale. This was all too confusing for the informant. Perhaps another couple weeks locked in the ‘castle’ would do his head some good …

The raven hid his face in his hands, away from the mailman’s view.

And he cried.

Oh no, Oh no, Oh no. Was all that could go through Tsukishima’s mind when he glanced up after a silence fell and his questions had gone unanswered. This wasn’t was he was accustom to; people crying. And he could tell from the man’s mannerisms, not to mention knowing his personality, he didn’t want people to see him like this. It wasn’t something people got to see.

And yet, here Tsuki was staring at the site of Izaya crying. His body shuttered in fright, trying to think of something he could do. But he was at a loss. What could he do?

Hesitantly, he reached out ready to comfort the brunette but pulled his hand back quickly in uncertainty. Did he even want comfort? This was Izaya after all. It could just end up bad on his end and he’d be lashed out at. Instead he decided to stay put, looking away from the broker so he didn’t feel insecure about the carrier’s gaze on him.

“Orihara-san…” He said softly, using the most comforting tone he could muster minus all his uncertainty. “It’s.. alright… I-I’m.. not going to judge. Y-You can.. tell me what is wrong… I-If you want to… let it out, that is.”

OOC;;

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 22:56:15 -0400

ladies-love-masaomi:

Can someone tell me how to edit the theme of pages you add to your blog?

I’m trying to make a relationships page for the first time, and I have no idea how to make it match the theme of my blog.

{ idk, if this has already been answered for you or not but — }
{ when you added a page, there will be a section at the top that says “standard layout” and has a drop down window, and for that you’ll need to select “custom layout.”

Mine is in French, but it should be the second option. After that you paste your page coding, from whatever page theme your using, into there and edit it’s context. }

jazzaya: He dropped his shoulders, nearly bending over now. He was beyond embarrassed. Again came...

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 09:26:00 -0400

jazzaya:

He dropped his shoulders, nearly bending over now. He was beyond embarrassed. Again came the urge to dig a hole in the ground, jump in, and never come back out. Twice in his life he had felt like that, and this time it was even worse.

He jammed his hands into the pockets of his jacket, clenching his hands into fists so tight his nails broke the skin they were being dug into. He shivered at the pain and relaxed his hands, not wanting to become aroused in front of the other man.

“It’s for … Shizuo.”

At this moment in time, Tsukishima was really reconsidering his choice in asking. (Although, he reasoned with himself that he couldn’t deliver a letter, much less write one, if he didn’t know who it was for.) It was more than clear the informant was embarrassed.

That sheer fact made the blonde feel something akin to secondhand-embarrassment. He couldn’t believe the request; if only because of his relation to the man the letter was for. “S-Shizu-nii?” He heard himself question with a tone of utter surprise. Not meaning to speak, he quickly fumbled, covering his mouth with his hands. Shifting his gaze once again to the floor.

He wasn’t one to judge and really, the aspect of this didn’t bother him at all. But he’d have to take it with care — since both parties were probably sensitive about the matter. “I.. can do t-that… Would you… l-like it to be sentimental.. or… just a simple… confession?”

jazzaya a réagi à votre billet : “Ah, Tsukishima … Can you write a letter for me?” “I’d like you to...

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 08:42:21 -0400

jazzaya a réagi à votre billet : “Ah, Tsukishima … Can you write a letter for me?”

“I’d like you to write me … a love letter,” Izaya replied slowly. Saying ‘love’ was almost painful for the informant. He sniffled and turned his gaze downward, avoiding the blonde’s gaze.

Wait — Had he heard him right?

Izaya. . wanted him to write a. . love letter for him?

Tsukishima blinked a few times in slight confusion and he dropped the end of his scarf, staring at the brunette as he avoided his gaze.

“I.. I can do that.” He answered softly, his head dipping to stare at the floor. The small smile still present on his features. He could tell it was a sensitive topic from the way Izaya spoke about it.

“May…” He wasn’t sure if it was safe to ask, but the messenger couldn’t see any way around it. “May I.. ask who it’s f-for?”

平和島PLUS | はとり

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 08:30:51 -0400

平和島PLUS | はとり

"Ah, Tsukishima ... Can you write a letter for me?"

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 08:24:00 -0400

It was a little surprise. Not a bad one at all, mind you. But a surprise nonetheless, to see the brunette before him asking him for his services.

But it was nice.

No, it was more than nice to know that word had spread to even the informant about his little services. And Tsukishima did his best to hide the smile that crept onto his face with an end of his scarf from the question.

“Y-Yes, Orihara-san!” He answered quickly, automatically feeling a bit embarrassed for his somewhat excited reply. Making sure to slow his speech down with his next words as a faint tint spread across the bridge of his nose. “What… type of… l-letter would you like?”

roppisuicidalorihara || lovesmessenger

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 08:17:20 -0400

It was hard to express the way Tsukishima felt around the dark raven. It was a mix of confusion from many different aspects and angles.

The man intimidated him to say the least. He was sharp tongued, and didn’t waste time on things that didn’t interest him whatsoever. He would let you know exactly what was on his mind with a few words, or even his silence could speak a thousand words he’d never say.

But even so, it wasn’t hard to be around him and Tsukishima didn’t feel as if Roppi truly despised him, or rather not as much, like he claimed to about the entire human race. He was quiet and calm and some how always put a small amount of comfort in the blonde when he was around.

”Roppi-san.” The blonde said with a small smile hidden beneath the scarf that wrapped around his neck and mouth. “It’s.. n-nice to see you.. a-again.”

psykawaii || lovesmessenger

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 08:03:19 -0400

Tsukishima was slightly nervous now. He had everything prepared for when Psyche would be here. Or rather he thought he had but he couldn’t find the vanilla now and was semi-panicking, he could’ve sworn it was on the counter.

‘Right there.’ He thought to himself, biting his bottom lip as his fingers curled around his scarf, looking to the spot where it had been.

But now it was gone.

Did he knock it off or —?

Glancing around the kitchen, he looked about the floor with no luck. He hadn’t even heard the knock on his door, or the loud but sweet voice of Psyche entering and calling out to him. Nor did he hear her giggle when she seen him crawling on the floor, searching under the table and chairs for that little bottle, his white scarf dragging limply behind.

[ne, kadota-mun]

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 03:20:12 -0400

kadotakyohei:

shizuchans:

kadotakyohei:

[shndkfhbsdgkjad oH HEY sbdhjkasfd even a doodle is so good! ;w; bb I’m going to have to sketch some porn for you too~]

[thank you ;w; i’ll draw something serious once i get the hang of this. but bb omfg i tried to draw a picture of izaya for brett, and dkfjgkfg his face what a little fucking shithead omfg]

[ehbfgsrdg omfg it’s so perfect xD]

{ OMFG, LOOK AT HIS FACE. It’s like my Iza bb perfected, ahahaha. }

月島と六臂の

Tue, 10 Jul 2012 05:43:26 -0400

月島と六臂の

lovesmessenger started following you

Mon, 09 Jul 2012 23:46:16 -0400

psychedelic-melodies:

It was just an envelope. It was lying on the ground ground now - it fell from that man’s bag just a moment ago.

It wasn’t right to just let it be, Psyche felt the need to go after that person and give them that letter back.

That’s exactly what he did.

“Excuse me? I think you dropped something.” Psyche showed that man the lost envelope - fortunately, it didn’t get dirty. Then he smiled at him warmly. “It would be horrible to lose something important, right?”

The voice beside him, a soft but loud tune, gained his attention. He glance to his side, hands gripping on the strap of his messenger bag as he did. “Ah.” This man resembled Roppi. Though there were key differences.

One being the bright and merry tone, another being his choice in clothing.

His eyes fell to the envelope in the man’s hand, and he scrambled to check inside his bag. One, two, three — !? Turning back quickly to the other with a faint embarrassed expression.

“Y-Yes,.. it would be. Thank you.. very much.” He responded with a small smile.

lovesmessenger noticed you

Mon, 09 Jul 2012 23:26:00 -0400

shinjuku-scarf:

— Timid.

What was with that?

It was pretty anti-climactic to hear that shaky voice emerge, completely decimating any impression he’d formed of the guy before. He was tall, clothed well, and definitely stylish, given the long white cloth wound around his shoulders. But that didn’t mean anything if the guy was shy. Shinjuku frowned as he circled closer, edging the ring of personal space. He noted the map in the other’s hands with a frown. Yeah. Definitely anti-climactic.

‘Why’re you wearing it?’ Shinjuku questioned, voice far stronger than the guy’s ever was. He probably sounded a little blunt. He didn’t care. ‘That’s not normal, right?’ He looked irritated, but really, he was just curious. Intensely curious. ‘Especially in this weather.’ A hand dragged up to pull at his own scarf in reply, but it remained tight over his mouth, almost like a challenge.

Tsukishima took an involuntary step back. This man had a strong presence, a strong attitude. It put him on edge. And he seemed irritated with him. Had he done something to upset him or was he having a bad day?

Folding the map he held in half, he slid it into his messenger bag. Getting it out of the way. Honestly, with his skills in reading it — or rather lack there of — he didn’t need it any how.

Ruby eyes ran over the man, he was nervous now. Were these trick questions? The man was wearing a scarf himself, even in this weather, so why would he confront him about it?

“I… just..” Now, how was he to explain this? “I-I.. like it.. I’ve had it.. for as long as I can.. remember. It’s.. s-special. To me,.. that is.” It was a simple explanation. But then again, he was a simple being.

lovesmessenger has entered...

Mon, 09 Jul 2012 22:59:00 -0400

crimson-lullaby:

He nodded, looking down at the ground as the other spoke. “Ah, it has been a while Tsukishima… I am hoping you are well?”

“Yes.” He told him, slightly nodding. He fiddled with the end of his scarf, lacing it between his fingers and letting it go, only to repeat the action. “And.. yourself..?”

He glanced up, “You’ve.. b-been well too,.. Roppi-san?”