#contaminated-colors

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contaminated-colors replied to your post: k-pop is freaking awesome

You’re coming in too late to KPOP lol

ha probably 

[ruvikscube-blog]

Lust

Lust: Something that I find attractive.

"When someone suffers gracefully. Quiet sobs, broken whimpers... Just accepting the pain."

[yatotheg0d]

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♆ for a sext

-shamelessly sends a dick pic-

[Text]: I want you to take care of this. ;)

contaminated-colors

[betrcyed]

{{;;whispers softly. Ruvik you totally want Leslie right now >w>}}

Ruvik’s lips curled in a sneer, revealing fleeting hints of his less than pristine teeth. The expression faded away within a few trembling beats of the heart, his lips forming a thin line that masked all annoyance he’d felt only seconds before.

"He has proven useful; thus I pursue him." His hands moved to tuck themselves at the small of his back, gaze flickering off to the side.

"And when he is no longer of use, then I will lose interest."

[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.

[goldendeceit]

contaminated-colors:

Mikado stared in disbelief as of who was in front of him and offering to help him patch up. He flinched at the hands that approached to bandage him up, dark azures glaring up at the blond he knew too well. He frowned and turned his head, wiping away the blood from his mouth and feeling his body waver a bit. He needed the help…but not from him…that…

That didn’t feel right to him… To let this—-

To let him of all people…

"Don’t touch me… Masaomi…" the ravenette gang leader murmured, turning his head away from the gentle and generous hands that were offering assistance. Even if he was bleeding from his mouth, his sides, his arms, and feeling his sides shattered from bats and punches continuously thrown at him. The hand before him, offering to heal the damage his damn gang conflicted on him, wasn’t something he would take. He was still the leader of those traitors— or those who switched from blue squares to the yellow turbans…

Either way they were the absolute enemy…and even if it wasn’t visible enough—-

Masaomi was still the shogun of the moronic Yellow Turbans. And not just that… he had a hate for what the blond did. Leave him—over a girl.

After he came to Ikebukuro because his best friend was alone, only to be left back in the city. After he changed his lifestyle from country side goodie two shoes boy to living in this big fucking place Masaomi decided to call home. 

"…you stay away from me….you filthy…cheater…"

; to say Masaomi was taken aback would be an understatement. He stared briefly, mouth agape, at his old friend. He had to admit, their friendship had been stretched to near it's breaking point but he'd thought that they would be able to repair it. Even with the fighting between their gangs he thought that they could keep that separate.

; either way, whether Mikado hated him or not, he would not let his friend die. He wasn't sure if the threat was that serious but Mikado looked pretty damaged. ---I didn't want this to happen to you. You aren't supposed to be on the front lines. You're too smart for that. And I can't tell my boys not to attack you.

; the words that followed left him confused. Cheater? What did he mean? He sighed; the words made him more melancholy than upset.

---I don't know what you're saying Mikado. Just... let me help you. Please. You need it. After this you never have to take help from me ever again, but I will not let you stay like this. You can tell me all about how I'm the worst later.

; at times Masaomi hated his sense of loyalty. He could admit to some disgust in Mikado. After the things he'd done? How could he not. But the part of him that remembered the kid who first arrived in Ikebukuro would not let him cut him off completely. He tried again to reach towards Mikado, movements slow and steady, as if he were tending a wounded animal.

[human-lover]

contaminated-colors reblogged your post NakNak and added:

NAK NAK NAK NAK NAK NAK naknaknak ;;happy chirping and scuffling on the ground…

IswearupontheholybeingoforiharathatIwillendyouifIhearonemoreNAK

[pinkyslut]

"Well you're just a horny little slut aren't you~?"

”!?”

The blond opened his eyes widely, staring into the cold-blue eyes of Ryuugamine. They were almost the same age, but the Heiwajima felt that the boy was more mature than him.

 He blushed, feeling ashamed. He liked to have sex, but that was only one part of him. “No, I’m not a , you shorty.”