#devilmagoo

[fcrwakanda-blog]

          ❛  it is not my plan to make this stay permanent,  but rather temporary.  i’ve got a kingdom to run  ❜

devilmagoo.

[xsotakone]

  @devilmagoo

    “Hey - you a cat person?”

[luckdoubt]

STARTER CALL | @devilmagoo.

            ‘ ALRIGHT, MURDOCK. i consider myself a pretty lenient guy. don’t ask for much. maybe a couple sundays off, maybe a nice everything-bagel sandwich after a thirteen-hour nap. other than that, i’m pretty lax. but this? this right here, this untouched bag of greasy in-n’-out delight and all its uncharted, gastro-questionable treasures? this don’t fly. you don’t just call me up, come into my apartment, sit at my counter and blaspheme my favorite joint’s grub in THE HAWKHOUSE CHURCH OF DOUBLE-DECKER MYSTERY MEAT. now shut up and eat your damn cheeseburger, man. ’

[daemonxs-archive-blog]

{ Ϯ } || @devilmagoo

            BLESSED are Tuesdays for those who wanted their fill already did it the night before to cure them of their Monday sickness and those who are about to get theirs usually plan their night out midweek. Sodom was practically empty, save for a small group among the cozy darkness of the booths and a lone drunkard at the far end of the bar who for Finn, was too easy for a day’s CATCH. Though while everything came slow, like a steady rhythm of a heart at rest, or maybe a soft hum through sleeping breaths, the demon knew better than to close down and call it a night.

            After all, it’s in those quiet after-hours where the most interesting of people come to his esteemed establishment: those who are LOST, those who wouldn’t be caught dead to be seen with him, those who are too desperate---

                   ❝ What can I get you? ❞ Finn asked as if to emulate that hum,                                                      eyes still upon the glass that he was cleaning.

                                                      ---or maybe those who have been led by FATE...

                                                                                                   … or something like that.

[facedadragon]

@devilmagoo

Now Danny was in a bit of a bind, figuratively and literally. There hadn’t been much time for him to get help of any kind before he’d been captured by surprise — Davos, so he’d passed a message to a servant girl and hoped that against all odds it would reach his friends, (he’d managed to get three of them out, to Luke, Jessica and Matt). It was a special message because the paper was blank, for the message was a telepathic one: one that would only ‘work’ when the intended recipient held the paper in their hands.

          ‘I’m hoping this finds you, because if it doesn’t I’m probably going to die.            Okay maybe not, but I’m in serious trouble in K’un-Lun. There’s a secret            portal to it under the elevator marked ‘A’ in Rand Tower, and I could really            use your help right about now.’

[reallyviolent-blog]

          “you can’t see anything right with it, either. are those... ducks?           matthew, where in the WORLD did you find horned ducks?”

[mayaechoes]

devilmagoo liked for a starter

       ‘ Matt... ‘

       She’s surprised to see him here. It’s been years since they’d spoken.        Even though they live in the same area, she seldom saw him, but here        he was, in her favourite teahouse when she knew that he preferred coffee.

      ‘ What are you doing here? ‘