I'm just here to relay some notes and letters for anyone who needs it. I JUST found out there's been some friendships and communication between the Kingdom of Science and us Americans ! aha... Why didn't anyone tell me? AHEM ANYWAYSSS I'm here anytime ya need me <3
For those of you who aren't familiar with me,
I'm Damian D'Amore. Aka Ian. Aka Dd/DeeDee. Aka letterboy. Aka yours if you want me to be (PLEASE I'M SINGLE AND LONELY💔🥀⛓️)
Twenty six years of age
6 feet tall hahahahaha (5'7")
aaannd I forgot what else. DONT BE SHY PLEASE TALK TO ME PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE-
haha anyways.
DEEDEE OUT!!!!
hello. @breadsw0rld here ONCE AGAIN with another oc!!!!
He's a bit of an incel, big Ginro vibes, except more gorward ig? BUT the universe hates him and balances it out with something insane. I'm worried about how this guy is alive....
he's based on a silly little bit I do where I say "leans on wall but - [Embarassing or weird catastrophe]" Some of you might've seen me do it, maybe not. Most likely the latter. I do it at random bc I get bored or I want to express that I like a character. ENOUGH ABOUT ME
I probably left some information out, so PLEASE leave asks with questions or little interactive stuff. Things that come to mind:
He/him Cis male
pansexual
collects stamps
works as a postal worker/mailman in case that wasn't obvious...
damian was mad, the kind of mad that had him white knuckling the wooden armrest of the chair he was occupying. he was waiting for her in her dressing room, knowing she’d be coming back soon since her little performance was long done. every lyrics sang from her pretty lips crept under his skin, slithering and settling in so deep he could taste the sour meaning behind them on his tongue. he ran a hand through his dark ringlets, loosening the curls that had been perfectly set by his hairdresser for the event without a second though. he didn’t care about the award shows or the performances or any of the other bullshit public appearances he had to partake in. his eyes had been cast down to his shoes, white couture logo embroidered trainers, when the door opened and there she was. it took everything from him to not jump out of his chair and just pin her to the wall, make her tell him everything she said she sang, and if she’d mean it if he made her scream in that very room. “thought you’d never get here, was starting to think you’d fled through the side entrance.” he spoke cooly, dark eyes meeting hers with a fervor. his eyes said everything his expression and tone didn’t.
