Don't try to sleep through the end of the world

What do you say when I tell you that I've got no blessings left to count, and I've been spending my time playing with the fire in your eyes? M!A: N/A {{ Independent OC RP blog, will RP with anyone from any fandom. Character and story belong to me. :Faceclaim is Alexandra Breckenridge: }}

[dementispyromaniac]

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[kadota-chin]

Kyohei was far too lost in his own thoughts to notice anything going on around him as he walked towards his apartment. It wasn’t even nighttime yet but he’d had a long day, and was looking forward to spending the night relaxing in peace. His friends were all busy, so he knew there was no chance of an interruption by them. 

He loved them, but they were…tiring. Almost immediately after he’d gotten off of work he’d run into them…in the midst of a scuffle with some young delinquents. He hadn’t asked for the details, but from what he’d gathered Erika made some creepy comment to Walker about them secretly beng in love, the boys had overheard, and a chase ensued. 

Kyohei had quickly broken that up, but not before receiving a few irritating punches from one of the guys, angry that he interfered. They didn’t hurt much, but one managed to land on the corner of his lip, causing it to bleed a little. How annoying. 

He was so focused on getting home that he completely missed the person sitting on the ground, only noticing as his foot hit something and he stumbled, catching himself before he fell. 

Peering down he noticed a woman sitting against the wall, cigarette in mouth. “Ah, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention at all.” She had bright red hair, and was most certainly not Japanese. “Are you alright?” 

[dementispyromaniac]

-- Flicking ash onto the floor with her thumb, she was far more interested in watching the drunk couple, attempting to support each other as they staggered down the road, as a result, she was jolted back to reality by the sudden collision of someone's foot with her own. That's what she got for not finding a bench to sit on, she supposed. Moving her foot out of the way, far too late, she quickly pushed herself to her feet, holding a hand out in a rather odd gesture of help. "No no, I'm fine, it was my fault I was sittin' in a stupid place. You okay?" She questioned, looking him over quickly and noting that he looked a little different to most of the guys she'd seen around here. They all seemed to be a mix of wannabe gangsters and normal men, many of whom were wearing suits of some kind. This guy didn't seem to fit in with how the others looked. Though, neither did she, she had realized. Plenty of passers-by had given her strange looks while she had been sat there, and while she couldn't care less, she wondered what it was about her look that gave her away. It was probably the hair, bright red hair in a long braid wasn't normal in London either. She hoped that she hadn't caused this guy to hurt himself, he hadn't fallen that much was obvious, so she wouldn't have to worry about him having cut something open, but he could have twisted his ankle and that hurt like a bitch, as she knew from far too many times experience

[dementispyromaniac]

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—Japan was not somewhere Luna had been expecting when she was told that her latest mission was a little further afield. Usually, missions only took her a few miles  out of London, once or twice even venturing to France for a special assignment.  Until the mission briefing itself, she hadn’t even considered that somewhere like  Tokyo would be her next destination, and with the vague orders that came with  recon missions, she was more than a little nervous. 

But now, after what felt like the longest plane journey she could ever have imagined,  she was here, stood in the middle of the bustling plaza. It was beautiful, and she  couldn’t help the smile that crept across her features as the familiar feeling of  excitement bubbled inside her. She’d never been somewhere as big as this, and it  truly did put London to shame.  Her thoughts were interrupted by her communicator buzzing to life in her ear, relaying  a message that if she were to discover anything during had to call for help because she’d gotten lost in a foreign country.  But, after a while, the familiar nagging feeling of a craving that had not been satisfied since the plane journey was all that she could think about and, finding a low wall she took a seat- pulling her pack of cigarettes from her pockets and balancing one between her lips as she searched her pockets for a lighter. Seconds ticked by and still there  were no signs of it- she must have lost it, so with a frustrated sigh and a glance around to ensure no one was watching her, she reached up and flicked the tip of the cigarette , resting her elbows upon her knees and watching quietly as people walked past, either ignoring her presence or not noticing her at all, far too busily wrapped up in their own lives.  Truthfully, though she loved people and enjoyed most people’s company, she didn’t mind fading into the background sometimes. It made life easier and stopped people  from getting themselves into trouble.

[dementispyromaniac]

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"Eh.. n-no no no you were fine I just, you’re not..familiar around here.." Mikado’s voice wavered nervously as he took a step back with the woman approaching him. Man if she was new around here he could tell her where to go…

Was she lost maybe? 

"U-uhm…can I help you in any..?" he asked nervously.

[dementispyromaniac]

-- Stopping when she noticed his nervousness, she took another drag of her cigarette and smiled at him, relaxing a little now that she knew she wasn't inconveniencing him in any way. He was just being nosy, and that was perfectly fine with her. She did it all the time. "Aha, do I stick out that much? I thought I didn't look like a tourist at all, aw man I didn't buy a disposable camera or anything." Laughing softly, she gave a small shrug. Sure, she was being a little deceptive by acting like a tourist but that was part of the job. She wouldn't be lying at all if she had a choice but she didn't, so the lies were a necessary evil.  "Ah, thanks for the offer but I'm all kitted out. Latest maps on my phone, super fast internet... Though, if you're willin' then maybe you could show me to the nearest coffee shop? Nicotine's great an' all, but caffine's the best cure after an 11 an' a half hour flight." Deciding to risk walking up to him, she stuck a hand out in a friendly gesture to shake.  "I'm Luna by the way. What's your name?" 

[dementispyromaniac]

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[dementispyromaniac]

contaminated-colors:

Mikado was taking his yet most usual stroll in the city, almost like a patrol of anyone else really popping up and starting something…anything that caused trouble. But everything seemed pretty okay from his aspect. As he made his way near an alleyway, he noticed a female, much of someone he never noticed- a bit shorter then him..

Red hair.

Smoking a cigarette…

Almost as similar as the strongest man in Ikebukuro. She was nearly the mirroring image of him. And that was very a funny  thought to him.

But where did she come from…? His blue eyes couldn’t help ut just stare in curiosity..

-- Flicking ash onto the floor, she crossed her ankles over one another and ran her free hand over her plaited hair, happily allowed herself to be engulfed by her thoughts while she sat and smoked. 

That was, until she noticed that she was being watched. Turning slowly to make eye contact with the boy, she leaned back on one hand and gave a small wave, cigarette rested between two fingers, trailing smoke in it's wake. 

"Hey there... guy who is starin' at me? Y'okay? I'm not tresspassin' or somethin' am I?" She questioned, unsure why someone would just be staring at her like this. She didn't look odd did she? Jeans, purple t-shirt, black coat, boots, she'd been pretty careful to make sure she didn't stand out.  Worried that she had offended him somehow by her presence, she pushed herself to her feet, cocking her head to the side and talking a step towards him. 

[dementispyromaniac]

Starter for @contaminated-colors

--Japan was not somewhere Luna had been expecting when she was told that her latest mission was a little further afield. Usually, missions only took her a few miles out of London, once or twice even venturing to France for a special assignment. Until the mission briefing itself, she hadn't even considered that somewhere like Tokyo would be her next destination, and with the vague orders that came with recon missions, she was more than a little nervous. 

But now, after what felt like the longest plane journey she could ever have imagined, she was here, stood in the middle of the bustling plaza. It was beautiful, and she couldn't help the smile that crept across her features as the familiar feeling of excitement bubbled inside her. She'd never been somewhere as big as this, and it truly did put London to shame.  Her thoughts were interrupted by her communicator buzzing to life in her ear, relaying a message that if she were to discover anything during had to call for help because she'd gotten lost in a foreign country.  But, after a while, the familiar nagging feeling of a craving that had not been satisfied since the plane journey was all that she could think about and, finding a low wall she took a seat- pulling her pack of cigarettes from her pockets and balancing one between her lips as she searched her pockets for a lighter. Seconds ticked by and still there were no signs of it- she must have lost it, so with a frustrated sigh and a glance around to ensure no one was watching her, she reached up and flicked the tip of the cigarette , resting her elbows upon her knees and watching quietly as people walked past, either ignoring her presence or not noticing her at all, far too busily wrapped up in their own lives.  Truthfully, though she loved people and enjoyed most people's company, she didn't mind fading into the background sometimes. It made life easier and stopped people from getting themselves into trouble.

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[dementispyromaniac]

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[tibets]

THIS IS A NATURALLY OCCURRING METAL WHAT

[wormal-thunder]

metal as fuck

[limitlesscorrosion]

This is a pure bismuth crystal. The heaviest element that is not radioactive (ok technically it is but it’s half life is like 9 orders of magnitude older than the universe so it really doesn’t count.) Probably my favourite crystal structure, even if you forget the colour. Surprisingly, bismuth is also super-not-toxic. You can actually eat the stuff and it’s often in indigestion remedies. Fascinating element, all round.

[hi-jynks]

always reblog bismuth

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"Auditory Stagnation”

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[riotphoenyx]

* AGGRESSIVELY LISTENS TO SUGAR WERE GOING DOWN*

[dementispyromaniac]

✗I HAVE LILY AND SHE WILL BE MINE UNTIL YOUR FUCKING MUN AND I CAN TALK BECAUSE IM A DICK

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[rydenarmani]

if you think all boobs are supposed to be perky and big with perfectly centered nickel-sized nipples you probably have never actually seen a boob in real life because boobs are diverse as frick

[crownedcrusader]

Or maybe they’ve only seen one boob

not even a set of boobs because boobs are usually 2 different sizes

just one boob

all by its lonesome

[rydenarmani]

a singular boob floating aimlessly through the void

incredible

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