#devilsinheritor

[bartholl]

{Headcanon}

Nio lives with Damien.

[recordationibus]

Wide awake.

  Are all demons this hot? I mean I know angels are supposed to be divine beauty but are demons like smokin' babes then?

  Whatever. 

  I think I liked the sex though. Which is pretty much the worst thing ever. Just let me break all my own rules and then not care. Yep. Logical. Just, great. Awesome. 

  God I'm a loser.

[bartholl]

Headcanon

Nio is jealous of any relationship Damien might have had in the past.

[battlebxrn]

♠ ; "Anyone know what to do with this thing? An old client dropped her off and said it was mine. I'm thinkin' of callin' her Michelangelo."

[apochrosmatic]

3;12 am

                " It's you, it's you, it's all for you Everything I do I tell you all the time Heaven is a place on earth with you Tell me all the things you want to do I heard that you like the bad girls Honey, is that true? ~ "

                          Drunken? Perhaps. He was holding a bottle of Jack Daniels in his right hand and he was swaying in his walk; walking along the bridge of Blackfriars; his favorite of course. At three am, no one would be around, he was almost sure of it. The Blackfriars isn't in the central and it was off city, the area itself was pretty secluded. His singing wouldn't be a bother to anyone, and thus, Sydney sang more; a little too loudly, and slurry. Just the way he liked it

             "I heard that you like the bad girls Honey, is that true? It's better than I ever even knew They say that the world was built for two Only worth living if somebody is loving you Baby, now you do ~ "

[cientistarecluso-blog]

                                || A robot under his care had gone missing again. It didn't surprise him since Ryl would like to go off on his own regardless of the times Illya would nag him not to. He was holding a thick paperfan, much for smacking purposes while walking down the street looking rather suspicious. 

               Of course, what are the odd chances for people to be meeting such a sluggish heavy smoker dressed in an old fashioned yukata with his thick and plain paperfan while scanning his eyes on the people that passed through him. Very unlikely ||

[cirocchiomoved]

Vending machines. Fearsome creatures that are preferably avoided, due to their scandalously high prices for drinks and chocolate bars. But alas, the cheaper option --being the supermarket-- is not open at this time of the evening, and night shops are often either not safe or also too expensive.  Other than their prices, there is another reason why they're on Ciri's 'to-avoid' list. And that reason is; they swallow your money... Drop your waffle... And your waffle gets stuck between the glass and that goddamn long candy bar on its way down. Result? Wasted money. For a poor fella like Ciri this is, of course, the end of the world. All her attention is now on the vending machine. What an arse. The infamous way to solve this problem is, of course; kick the vending machine. Repeat until desired item is dropped. Proceed kicking until vending machine breaks down. Maybe not the last step. She's not an expert at kicking things, especially not vending machines, but she's doing it either way. That's law of the vending machine; kick and eat or don't kick and starve. Not to be mistaken with its brother, the law of the Jungle.

[ourdefiler]

               "Damien .. there's coming to visit me, then there's abusing my home."