My name is Lyra Church. I'm back and looking for trouble. You got a little problem that needs fixing? Well, look somewhere else, because I'm not your solution.
(This is an independent RP blog for my OC. Will RP with anyone. Occasionally NSFW, Mun is 18+. Any images/gifs/media are not mine unless otherwise stated. I track the tag: coldindifference)
(FC: Amanda Seyfried)
(Current M!A: Aged 55 for a week [AU])
(AU M!A: Human)
Finals are over, I’m out of college for the summer, and I don’t have summer classes for around 2 weeks! So I am back for the most part. I can’t say how long I’ll be on but I am going to attempt to reply to everything that I owe by today.
Missed you all! Thanks for staying with me. Stay Lovely~
Also… I’ll be rping as my newest character, Jack the Ripper. And I am going to be on my other character, Valentine as well as Lyra. So yeah, follow them if you want!
Okay so I will be going on a semi-hiatus for the next week, meaning I won’t be on until Tuesday the 14th at the earliest. This week is my last week of the first year of college and I have a day of finals next Monday so I really need to focus on my studies. I’ll be back, don’t forget about me while I’m gone. Until then, stay Lovely~
As usual, whenever he was performing he often forgot about his surroundings. He’d breathed fire, juggled torches, and everything in between, and was just finishing up his act by eating the fire right off of his torches, extinguishing them one at a time. With the taste of smoke still in his mouth, he turned to see a young woman approaching him, her slender fingers sifting through his hair before he could do anything about it and her soft mouth on his own. Eyes fluttering shut, he returned the kiss a little bit stunned, but his lips couldn’t help but pull up into a smile. Only after they had broken away, he licked his lips. “What was that for?” He asked, as if amused.
The blonde laughed, softly biting down on her lip. The reason, she wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe the look she saw in the other’s eyes, the one that matched her own, maybe she thought he needed a surprise, but whatever the ‘t reason, Lyra was drawn to the man who played with fire, the one who didn’t seem to have a care in the world.
Intrigued, she couldn’t pass the opportunity to leave an impression on him. With a shrug, Lyra returned her hand to her jeans pocket. “A performance such as that seemed worth more than spare change.”
Going for a bike ride but ohmygod.
Lyra being crazy in an alternative verse (i.e. she’s put in a mental institution because she thinks she’s a vampire when she is not) is so ridiculously fun that I am already going to make it an AU. Like she’ll have Main Verse vampire and she’ll have AU relationships. But then their will be this third verse where she’s human and crazy.
Yeah…that’s happening. Feel free to request it XD
The sickly smell of sanitation was everywhere. Chemicals, bleach, slathered on all surfaces, kept to disinfect, the air dry method proving to irritate the nostrils of patients and staff alike. Why did they use so much? It were as if they felt the more they cleaned the dilapidated building, the more they could kill off any sickness—but it couldn’t keep away their mental ailments. Perhaps if they spent more time tending to the needs of the unstable, and less on the presentation of the place, things might’ve worked out.
“Where the more you deny your insanity, the more they think that you really are crazy. I’m not crazy.” Lyra mind move at light speed. Utterly convinced that she wasn’t crazy when everyone around her told her that she was.
