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@arsonbred
– SHORP. hey ! it’d been a while since i set foot here but ! ! ! making a small ( or big tbh ) announcement ! since i’ve been p inactive here & my blog jumping is absolute shit, i’m moving dames over to one of my multi’s, found over at @pasttorn ! i still love my spicy red dumbass & w/ the new term out i’m raring to write him again he ck
– SHORP. hey ! it’d been a while since i set foot here but ! ! ! making a small ( or big tbh ) announcement ! since i’ve been p inactive here & my blog jumping is absolute shit, i’m moving dames over to one of my multi’s, found over at @pasttorn ! i still love my spicy red dumbass & w/ the new term out i’m raring to write him again he ck
– SHORP. hey ! it’d been a while since i set foot here but ! ! ! making a small ( or big tbh ) announcement ! since i’ve been p inactive here & my blog jumping is absolute shit, i’m moving dames over to one of my multi’s, found over at @pasttorn ! i still love my spicy red dumbass & w/ the new term out i’m raring to write him again he ck
-- SHORP. hey ! it’d been a while since i set foot here but ! ! ! making a small ( or big tbh ) announcement ! since i’ve been p inactive here & my blog jumping is absolute shit, i’m moving dames over to one of my multi’s, found over at @pasttorn ! i still love my spicy red dumbass & w/ the new term out i’m raring to write him again he ck
what if instead of “7 minutes in heaven” theres a “7 minutes in hell” and what you do is you put 2 people in a closet for 7 mins and they have to beat the absolute shit out of each other
AMIRA DO YOU HAVE GASOLINE ??! IM EXPERIMENTING TO SEE IF I CAN MANUALLY MAKE MYSELF SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST BY BEING SHITFACED DRUNK ON GASOLINE
– “even if i did have gasoline, there’s no way in hell i’m letting you get ahold of it. i dont wanna have’ta deal with the school burning down. again.”
Me irl
( PLANT GAL. )
“Uhm, Damien, could you be kind enough to not light the match so close to my hair? I can’t handle flames that could light me up to ash…! I-I mean, surely, we can do a safer science project that doesn’t involve boiling something?”
-- ❝ how ‘bout you learn to handle a little heat ? ❞ despite his snarky retort, he still moves to SNUFF out the flame, the match sizzling & dying down as soon as the flaming tip comes in contact with his tongue ( it wasn’t HIS fault he was fucking bored ).
with a roll of his eyes, he kicks his feet up on the table, ❝ i’m sure we could, yeah. but then what’s the POINT ? ❞
Amira: /TACKLES/ THE DEMON
GRUNTS AS HE’S TACKLED TO THE GROUND !!
– ❝ AUGH– HEY ! ❞ well now that they’re on the floor, the only option they have left is to WRESTLE. sorry not sorry, he doesn’t make the rules.
why does everyone care about being mature for their age like maybe i fucking like drinking from juice boxes and eating my popcorn like a fucking lizard fight me about it
Every machine can be utilised as a smoke machine if it is used wrong enough.
TELL ME, FOR WHAT REASON DO YOU FIGHT FOR ?
[ temp cred. ]
"Hey Damien, I know your into 'this is going to be slow and painful' knives a lot but do you have any 'put you out of your misery as quick as possible' knives I can borrow? The family scythe is getting sharpened but I gotta reap a bunch of cute animals right now."
he starts off slow, gaze lifting from his current activity. which, as expected of him by some, was knife sharpening-- ‘cause really, what sort of shit head are you if you can’t even CARE for your own ( or at least favourite ) knives ?
-- ❝ yeah, think i do have some OLD ones i don’t use anymore, hold on a fuckin’ sec. ❞ is literally all he says as he SCOOTS off his bed, rolling his shoulders & moving so he can look through his weapon chest. his old weapon chest, for weapons he doesn’t use often ( like the morning star his dads got him as a reward for looking after the castle for a day. cool, but not too rad ). because he’ll be DAMNED if he kept his more favourable ones in such a disorganised state.
after a few minutes of grumbling as he takes out weapon after weapon, analysing them before THROWING them aside when they’re not the one the other wants-- a triumphant ❝ AHA ! ❞ leaves him as he takes out a dagger, nodding to himself as he does. he wastes no time in tossing it at his cousin, grinning & putting his hands on his hips as once the other got it, ❝ i massacred an entire MANSION with that one-- when i first got it, at least. they’d sold their souls for more money & it came time to pay, it did the trick ! the handle is somewhat fucked up, though, so i stopped using it. it should still be able to get the work done until your scythe is done. ❞
( TV NURSE. )
📺|| A loud SIGH could be heard as the head nurse enters your room. Seems she was as underwhelmed at seeing you as you were of her, but such interacts are simply DESTINED to take place when you & Scott decide to let off a magical WASP BOMB during lunch & get stuck in the cross fire. Now, SHE is pulling a double shift PLUS overtime because of your shit. Honestly… she’s getting too old for this.
A series of glitches pass over the screen that was meant to be her ‘face’ as she speaks; the words she communicates appearing in the same rhythm as she speaks them.
“Tell me something, Mr. L-L-L-L̷̹̀̋̏̑͗̈̕a̴̢̛̤͙͚̍͝v̴̻̖̻͓͈̀̓͌̚ĕ̸͈͉̖̭̔͐y̵͈͉̓̒͑̑̚.̷̧̻͉͖͙̘̖̻́͆.̶̧̢͓͉̠̱̟̾̓͛.̴̟͙̰̋́̈́͘. What kind of MORON finds an abandoned egg left behind a 400 ton wasp queen and thinks to himself, ‘OH BOY, LET ME BRINGS THIS TO SCHOOL AND POKE IT UNTIL IT EXPLODES!!’ ?! Now look at you, you’re more fucking wasp venom than you are demon right now. S̵̙̀t̴̙̾ȗ̴͈p̸̹̿i̸̳͒d̸̡͋ ̴̤̑a̷̙̽s̷̲̈s̵̛͓.̵̤̆”
truly, it happened more often than it should. him ending up in the nurses office, that is-- which was a surprise to absolutely no one, given his renown self destructive tendencies. magical wasp bomb or not, he’d have ended up there for something ELSE regardless ( at the nurses office, or in JAIL ).
it stings, that much’s for sure. it fucking HURTS like nothing he’s felt before, but damn if it hadn’t been worth it. the absolute CHAOS that had ensued as soon as the egg popped, the amount of fun he had for the 10 seconds before he was engulfed in wasps & the almost heroic BATTLE that followed as he took out every insect that stung him was completely worth the aftermath.
her words, much like the wounds, STUNG, but were also somewhat amusing ( or would be, if he wasn’t in so much fucking pain right now ). despite it all, he can only manage a pained, crooked smile & a chuckle, ❝ to be fair, i wanted to set it on FIRE like i do with most shit, but i had just ran out of lighter fluid. so duh i had to poke it. what else could i have done-- let scott play catch with it ? throw it away ? HA, no fucking thanks. ❞
( FUCKBENCH. )
It wasn’t unusual for 777 to hang out wherever the youths were. Young and reckless at the fine, permanent, age of 20 had it’s perks occasionally. Sev could pretty much blend anywhere.
And hey, teenagers were always interesting. Even though they’re different people in different threads and trends, they acted the same as ever. Teenager outside usually meant someone looking for fun. That, or they were just being delinquents. In this case, it was a bit of both.
The singer watched everyone thoughtfully, cigarette in his mouth as the aat there in silence, listening to everyone else bustle and chat with excitement.
However, this one guy had to have been looking at 777 for, like, a whole five minutes now. What was with the annoyed expression? Wasn’t like he was doing anything wrong by sitting there!
777 furrowed his eyebrows, returning the displeasured face back. He stood up as the other came walking up to the blonde, stomping on the ground as he walked closer and closer with every step.
“Ya got a problem or somethin’?”
much like the other, it really wasn’t UNUSUAL for damien to hang around popular public places. he was the prince of hell-- what sort of demon would he be if he didn’t raise some hell once in a while ( be it through fights or through rad ass parties, it varied, really ). hell, there were times he even found some GOOD fucking ways to kill time-- like joining a skateboarding competition or wrestling matches, which usually earned him a couple extra bucks.
so that’s what he’d been doing that afternoon, waving & joking with the regulars, making mental notes which ones to DISPOSE of later & which ones being worth enough keeping around for a while longer. taking a swing of the beer bottle he’d stolen bought earlier, he’d been debating the various option on what he could do to pass the time that day ( mostly leaning on starting a fight, or maybe even started yet ANOTHER arm wrestling competition amongst the youths ), when a certain individual caught his attention.
screw that-- it didn’t just catch it. it just ANNOYED him to no end. the fuck ! was the guy doing to his hair ! it was RARE for him to go out of his way to give away his secrets-- but damn the sight of it just caused him to cringe BIG TIME. it just looked so stiff ! & was poking out everywhere ! he could feel the goosebumps just imagining the consistency it’d have ( euGH ).
so yeah, he had a fucking PROBLEM. was he going to admit it loud ? & seem like the biggest neat freak in history ? no, he wasn’t. that’d be lame as fuck. he could do one better.
-- ❝ you’re in MY usual spot. move the fuck over, fuckbench. ❞ nice, ‘cause that totally got him.
( SHIT U RITE. )
Oh he wasn’t nearly fake drunk enough to deal with this right now.
“If they lived through the first stab you can just stab them again, it’s not like real life is minecraft it isn’t gonna break. Double tap Damien, double tap”
!!
-- ❝ shit, you’re right ! i just have to take ANOTHER knife & stab ‘em a second time ! then they die & i get BOTH knives AND a nonattempted murder ! man, you’re a fucking genius. ❞
( GIVE ME MY SHIT. )
“urgh…fine fine I’ll give him a call…makin’ me do my job..” he muttered turning away and dialing the number on his phone (clear enough to make it obvious he was actually calling) “Hey it’s me, how we looking on the Jump issue?….uhuh…yeah…uhuh…alright see yah” he hangs up.
“Yeah my guy is dead. good news though, you can get 5% back on your recent deposit into the bank of my wallet for that jump issue”
-- ❝ it’s what i fucking pay you for dumbass. ❞ gee, he really should get himself a new supplier ( which he would, if he actually knew any ). but hey ! at least now he’ll FINALLY get a fucking update on where his shit is. arms are crossed & feet tap impatiently on the floor as he waits for brian to finish the call & finally tell him what he wants to hear.
which totally ISN’T the case.
-- ❝ he WHAT ?! ❞ voice practically ERUPTS & if he could control flames, he’d most likely be on fire. he’s been waiting all this time ! only to find out he’s dead ?! ❝ NO ! i don’t WANT your fucking refund-- keep it for all i care ! i just want the next chapter ! i’ve waited fucking WEEKS for this bullshit & i don’t want to wait ANOTHER day !! ❞
