♔ ░ INVENTOR / CREATOR

BNHA OC / SIDEBLOG Follows from @floatiisms

[lux-machina]

tximidity‌

@lux-machina​ ||  ❤︎ for alternate! bnha verse

“Please, try not to move…” Sullivan softly pleaded, palm flush to their shoulder, applying as little force as possible to keep them on the bed. He was sure that they were surprised, if not panicked, to have found themselves in a new environment. But their wounds had been substantial when they were brought in. “I have closed your wounds, but haven’t completely healed them yet. P-please be patient. You are safe here.” 

"Ngh-” The moment they had awoken, their instinct had been to sit up, sort the situation, figure out where in the hell they had ended up. Pain jolted through their body, and with little hesitation they followed the stranger’s direction. 

( They hated this - vulnerability made their skin crawl )

Narrowed green eyes found the other, vision settling. At the very least the stranger didn’t seem to be a threat. 

                 “Where the living hell am I?”

[lux-machina]

            What’s your definition of morally bankrupt? Is it profiting off of the misfortune of others, sliding in at the last moment with a gadget to fix a mess (they probably created)? Is it knowingly providing weapons to villains because who doesn’t like a little cash, or is it selling heroes those same weapons’ weaknesses under the table? 

Whatever it is, Yamasaki Haruki probably fits the bill. 

Ind. Priv. Sel. BNHA OC Sideblog / Follows from @floatiisms​

Another muse Crafted by Kerri

[totalmenswear]

Saint Laurent SS15

[lux-machina]

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

text meme / accepting

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

It was always enjoyable, finding someone with ideas that were worth their time, that were worth the effort that Haruki put into each and every task they undertook. It was… Refreshing. 

(✉ → Dabi) I believe I have the design ironed out! 

The excitement in the message was near tangible, typed as they spun, around on the stool in their workshop, rolling into the middle of the floor with an overjoyed laugh. 

(✉ → Dabi) Come to my workshop to finalize the design and we can talk payment, hotshot

It was always about the money, but his newest (and currently favorite for reasons unrelated to this awesome job) buyer had to know that things like this

Well they don’t come cheap, love. 

[sphinxmemesmusings]

First Interaction Starters!

“Hey- Oh! Sorry, thought you were someone else.”

“Do I know you? Cause I’d like to.”

“Oh sorry! I was zoned out!”

“Ooo, that’s an awesome tattoo!”

“Ah crap, the door’s locked.”

“Woah, that’s a cool eye color.”

“Where the hell am I?”

“Ugh… I think I’m lost. Can you help me?”

“Well this is a fun way to meet new people.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Don’t you know to look before you cross a street?!”

“You lost or something?”

“Do you need some help?”

“You need something?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be walking around this part of town alone.”

“Hi, I’ve heard so much about you.”

“I think you knew my parents.”

“Hey, you dropped this.”

“Oh goodness! I’m so sorry!”

“Um… Hello…”

“What are you looking at?”

“Hey aren’t you ____?”

“Well I didn’t expect this to happen today.”

“I don’t know you, but will you marry me?”

[fnishticket]

wait for them to ask you who you know

[lux-machina]

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. // give them to ussss

text meme / accepting

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

(✉ → unknown number) This might blow up. If it does my corpse will be hidden under the second work table’s remains. 

The text was sent by accident, typed into the wrong application on their phone in the midst of yet another attempt at creating a weapon that had been requested by a very… interesting buyer. The design was questionable at best, difficult to execute, but nothing would stop the inventor from throwing their all into giving it a shot.

The light-version of the design had crumbled, being replaced by metal parts, but they were aware of the two outcomes. 

It would work, or it wouldn’t. 

And in the latter, there was a 67.992% chance of an explosion that might level their lab. 

Who said science wasn’t interesting? 

[tokyostreetphoto]

Dark Alley, Ueno 上野

[lux-machina]

@duoplicitous​

“That doesn’t match you know?” 

A roll of their eyes at the comment, money snatched from the buyer’s fingers, attention directed to counting it. As if they weren’t aware - it was a little difficult to match colors when all one say was a gray scale of various shades. In a world with this sort of curse, one would think people would understand that a touch better. 

“Pity. Thank you for your business, now get out of my hair.” 

Perhaps they were usually a bit more charismatic with their buyers, but not today. Annoyance that their current status had become obvious once again, the inventor rolled down the alleyway with a frustrated sigh, scooter crunching softly on loose asphalt. 

They didn’t really care, soulmates, love. All of that was a distraction, end of. But all the same, the necessity to discover a soulmate to fully experience the world was... bothersome. 

Thoughts circled, an annoying storm inside their mind. Distractions, even without the benefit of a relationship. Love truly was- 

The thought was cut off by their scooter catching on something - someone? - a curse flying from their lips as they were dumped unceremoniously onto the ground, eyes squeezed closed as their head pinged, painfully, off of dirty asphalt. 

( Gross, gross gross gross. )

                    “Fucking-- Ow.” 

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[socialpsychopathblr]

[lux-machina]

            What’s your definition of morally bankrupt? Is it profiting off of the misfortune of others, sliding in at the last moment with a gadget to fix a mess (they probably created)? Is it knowingly providing weapons to villains because who doesn’t like a little cash, or is it selling heroes those same weapons’ weaknesses under the table? 

Whatever it is, Yamasaki Haruki probably fits the bill. 

Ind. Priv. Sel. BNHA OC Sideblog / Follows from @floatiisms​

Another muse Crafted by Kerri

[lux-machina]

Heyoo someone mentioned nonbinary muses so reminder: 

Haruki is nonbinary and uses they / them pronouns !

And has no qualms correcting your muse. Unless they’re fixated on something and therefore not even processing they were misgendered, they likely will just correct your muse without a second thought. 

[sphinxmemesmusings]

First Interaction Starters!

“Hey- Oh! Sorry, thought you were someone else.”

“Do I know you? Cause I’d like to.”

“Oh sorry! I was zoned out!”

“Ooo, that’s an awesome tattoo!”

“Ah crap, the door’s locked.”

“Woah, that’s a cool eye color.”

“Where the hell am I?”

“Ugh… I think I’m lost. Can you help me?”

“Well this is a fun way to meet new people.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Don’t you know to look before you cross a street?!”

“You lost or something?”

“Do you need some help?”

“You need something?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be walking around this part of town alone.”

“Hi, I’ve heard so much about you.”

“I think you knew my parents.”

“Hey, you dropped this.”

“Oh goodness! I’m so sorry!”

“Um… Hello…”

“What are you looking at?”

“Hey aren’t you ____?”

“Well I didn’t expect this to happen today.”

“I don’t know you, but will you marry me?”

[runwayandcouture]

Shoes @ Gareth Pugh Spring 2017

[rosecrystal]

unfortunately for everybody i will keep doing whatever i want

[lux-machina]

lux-machina‌

           There was something sickening about the holiday season. Some reminder lurking in the back of their mind, ever present with every television special and internet ad, smiling families that made them sick to their stomach. 

   But they had to admit 

Something about lighting things up with those twinkling strands, that felt like home. 

              And so did hassling cold morons on the street. 

                  Who would fall partner to a GOD today? 

                             “Hey. You look cold, hm?”