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“Love is the raddest, most fuckin’ metal thing possible.”

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☆ . are you ever just minding your own business, and then suddenly something quite literally on fire flies past you, and next thing you know, shit is exploding? no? never happened before? yeah, it’s never happened for leon either. at this point these things should be normal enough, since this isn’t his first time at the rodeo, but witnessing actual arson would be a first for him. other crimes? sure. arson? fresh and new. 

all he could do was trade glances between the burning dilapidated building, and the only person he could assume was behind said fire. i mean, he sure did look happy, and sure did look like a child of satan. a ring-clad finger raises and lazily points at the fire, “uh… ‘m assumin’ that’s on you? cool. i didn’t see anythin’. ‘m gonna pretend ‘m blind so i can’t be considered an accomplice. great.”

❮⛧❯.   Ah shit. Was he spotted so quickly? He wasn’t sure if this place had authorities or anything, but he couldn’t take the chance of being exposed as a troublemaker just yet; he had just gotten here. Damien quickly closed the gap between them with a few long strides and grabbed blue eyes’ collar. roughly, slinging him nearly off his feet, he shoved him against the rough concrete and metal of the building’s exterior. His breath was hot, as his internals were a literal furnace. 

Almost nose to nose, Damien stared down into the others eyes, a dangerous glint obvious. “Didn’t see anythin'? And I’m supposed to just believe you? You aren’t getting off that easily.”

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“…..Crushes?” He paused. He’s gonna remain quiet.

“Somebody say they’re looking to be crushed?”

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Since Spirale has updated in appearance I’m going to trash my old starter call and instead put out a new one. This one is capped at 3. Length depends on muse.

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metabolinisms:

@hellbuilt liked for a starter!

to: ??? from: Bolin

[½]: WHERE CAN I GET “MEMES” [2/2]: HOW MUCH FAKE ST ar money does a “meme” cost and dont try to swindle me wise guy

to: ??? from:  😈

msg. dude the fuck are u smokin? msg. seriously lemme know  msg. i could use a dank doobie msg. but to answer ur eralier question msg. 200stars and ur soul

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Punch the Sun, you good good fire boy.

“Fuck yeah, it doesn’t stand a chance!”

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hellbuilt:

I haven’t put up his intro yet but I should have that done soon. In the meantime here’s a starter call, uncapped for now!

Last call! I’m starting these tomorrow!

Capped! I’ll work on the ones I still owe later today or tomorrow!

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Hello hello! Damien is in need of a team so if you’re looking for a member and would like a  chaotic bastard as part of your dynamic, shoot me an IM!

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TO: everyone FROM: Damien LaVey

MSG: hey ya fucking noobs            the first one to fucking swan dive           into this #($*^%@ gets 20 stars           from yours truely

Whoever gave this demon a phone made the biggest of mistakes.

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❮⛧❯.    “And who the fuck are you? Some manservant of the asshole who brought me here, huh?” Damien was questioning just about everyone, albeit rather rudely. He needed some answers before he took things to a whole new level and started tearing this world apart. Or, well. Figuring out why he couldn't use any of his powers, and then tearing this world apart. 

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❮⛧❯.  This place was a disaster. Somehow he had landed in a new dimension. Damien was unsure if he had made some sort of leap without realizing. For all he knew the time-lord jackass had kidnapped him again. Who knows! None of it really mattered at this point. Damien was set on making the most of this until he found a way home. 

There was so much trash around that he had easily found a way to set things on fire. A crumbling old bar had bottles with booze left inside. He had quickly snatched them along with an old rag he ripped up as fuse’s. He was going to malotov cocktail this shitstain world. Using a lighter he had stolen out of a passerby’s pocket, he lit the fist. He threw it into a broken window of a store, the bottle shattering as it hit a display inside. He could hear the crackling of flames as the alcohol ignited. A wicked smile danced on his lips, showing pointed teeth and large canines. 

“Fuckin’ metal!”

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hellbuilt:

I haven’t put up his intro yet but I should have that done soon. In the meantime here’s a starter call, uncapped for now!

Last call! I’m starting these tomorrow!

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Moving Damien LaVey (Monster Prom) from the old group! He was in the inbox at the time and I have an outbox image as proof if you need it. Application is under the pistol icon!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Damien!

You will be housed in CONDO 426.

You will retain your fire resistance. You will also be given a wooden dagger.

– mod pleiades.

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I haven’t put up his intro yet but I should have that done soon. In the meantime here’s a starter call, uncapped for now!

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Anyone wonder what Damien’s dads look like? 🤔

I like to think they wanted a cheesy family portrait and dragged him along. 

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he’ll catch it one day!!

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