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Ehh? Shizu-chan caught up to me! What a shame! Looks like I’ll be on my way~!

nablyudat:

hethinkslikeaking:

Kanra avoided going into the hall further, and settled just next to the doorframe while gesturing Izaya to do the same. Odin began to speak up about a storm back in the states, and about the forgotten Gods. Goosebumps began rising on her skin, ”They want their help.” she whispered to Izaya, “The storm is a war.”

Of course. It was all so familiar—a dream, seemingly swimming before his eyes. Izaya gripped at the wooden frame of the door, almost slipping with excitement. What are they about to do?

Perhaps the strangest thing about it all was the closeness—that immense feeling of knowing one is experiencing something so utterly unreal. His eyes roved the hall, but could not make out who else was there. Eerie shadows were thrown on the walls from the wavering firelight; he could almost feel that delicious tension in the atmosphere. 

The next words out of his mouth were barely more than a whisper. “War, is it? A war council that we have intruded upon—how utterly perfect.”

“—how utterly perfect.”

She couldn’t have said it better herself.

The tension was beginning to rise, as half the Gods there told Odin he was mad, whilst the other showed no interest. After all, why should they care about the forgotten Gods in the states? They were just as ancient and still living a life of ‘luxury’, as they were still being worshipped even today. Perhaps not in the exact same way as in the old days, but still worshipped nonetheless.

Kanra felt her heartbeat race as the debate continued. Yes, this was most definitely what she was waiting for.

nihon-daisuki:

Orange Clouds by Alpha 2008 on Flickr.

westcoastattitude:

durarara! has bacanno! and hell girl references<3 

japanlove:

Kabuki-cho Fast Food by Sushicam on Flickr.

Kanra-chan and Kuromu-kun/「デュラララ!!」

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So last night before I went to sleep, I asked my followers if they would like to help kick the post limit off of tumblr. And luckily, they were all 100% in! 

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After you signed the petition, please reblog this post to spread the word. 

Thank you & have a wonderful day!

I hope the staff sees this. :”>

(出典： orangemousie)

nablyudat:

hethinkslikeaking:

Kanra didn’t pay much attention to the group of foreigners, who transformed into the mythical Gods she’d seen in her research, as she supposed that now was as good a time as ever to explain to Izaya what was going on.

“Do you see that man in the back over there? The man with the tree pin on his tie? Whose right eye shimmers and whose left eye is dull?” her voice was low as she leaned into him.

The group began moving into a wooden hall that had appeared nearby.

She smiled, “That is Grim, Raider, and Third. That is All-Father.”

Odin.

It was more than excitement—that was inevitable, really. Was it elation, euphoria? He can’t quite tell; and that in itself was something alright, the mere fact that this was a dream coming true.

Regardless of what consequences it might bring. A nagging feeling in the back of his mind told him they weren’t supposed to be there (and why would they be invited in the first place? How had Kanra gotten them there to begin with? Unless—)

But there was no time for questions; they were already there.

Kanra avoided going into the hall further, and settled just next to the doorframe while gesturing Izaya to do the same. Odin began to speak up about a storm back in the states, and about the forgotten Gods. Goosebumps began rising on her skin, ”They want their help.” she whispered to Izaya, “The storm is a war.”