#ofarson

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why is he like this.

[foulflames]

“ ... Oh Damien. ”

“ You know I love you ... You and your incredible confidence, ” There’s a pause. “ But you ain’t bolder than ME. ”

[eoleolhan-a]

@ofarson sent:  “hey, hey jin, look at me.” damien’s surprisingly serious, considering that this is damien we’re talking about here. but as soon as jin even looks his way, a small smirk crosses his face, middle finger flipped in milliseconds. “bitch.” how mature.

there is only one response. BITE.

[bestconqueror]

Anonymous said: I dare you to let a weakling win at armwrestling! The weakling of your choice!

TRUTH OR DARE- Accepting!

“... huh. Well, it’s not undoable, but I don’t know THAT many weaklings? Like, sure, most of my friends are weaker than me, but they’re all strong in they’re OWN ways... so, they wouldn’t really be weaklings.

Though, if I’m allowed to be a bit more subjective...”

“... YO! LaVey! Wanna arm wrestle?”

@ofarson​

[fearembodied]

@ofarson​ said  ;  this took some delicate consideration; the last thing he wants is to spook the poor fearling away with his ideas, but he still wants it to be fun, because he LOVES fun. and oz should have more fun! which is how he comes to the conclusion of-- "motherfucking ice skating!" wait, what? "skating on blades? fucking metal. and it's nothing too extreme, so, you know, i thought we could... try it out? together??" he figured food gifts weren't exactly ideal, but he has marshmallows anyway. just in case.

↳ happy belated valentine’s day !

          He’s not sure how he’s never come to go ice skating in his forever amount of time spent on earth, but alas... And, true to his nature, the idea initially sparks a sense of nervousness the second that Damien suggests it, the thought of slapping on a pair of steel blades onto his already naturally-clumsy frame hardly seems like a GOOD combination.

          But, who knows? Maybe it’ll turn out that he’ll be great at the activity, like some sort of secret, hidden talent just waiting for the opportunity to burst forward and make itself known- and, possibly impress Damien along the way...?

          OR - and in much more likelihood - he’ll fall flat on his face the second he steps onto the ice. He really isn’t looking forward to such potential embarrassment. 

          Still, the fact that Damien is asking him to do this - together, on Valentine’s Day, no less - is undeniably the most compelling aspect of all. Also one that’s certainly the most difficult to turn down, even if Oz isn’t sure whether he’s intending it to be a an ACTUAL, real, legitimate date or not...

          “Oh- w-well... that sure sounds, um- interesting...” he starts off, slowly, as if waiting for Damien to yell SIKE and leave him standing there like an idiot. He continues, anyway. “Okay... Y-Yeah, I- I think I’d like that... Y’know- if- if it’s really not... extreme...”

[royalreef]

@ofarson​ inquired:  the prince of hell has spent some time wondering how he would impress miranda tonight, but he deduced a plan; and with the support of his dads, he goes to her with a bundle of roses and a bundle of nerves. yep, that's the same damien that could and has burnt down the school -- with a fight scheduled in the eighth circle's arena for miranda to watch him, some dinner afterwards, followed by quiet time and a movie. once he explains his plan to her, he pauses. "are you, uh, cool with that, miri...?"

      To say Miranda knew Damien’s intentions when he approached her would be... inaccurate. Miranda, for all her +CHARM and cleverness when the subtle art of manipulation cropped up, still couldn’t read minds! And there was the rift of cultural differences in mind, things that Miranda herself still was grappling with, trying to understand a place so entirely different to all she had ever known - so it was expected that some things would fall through the gaps.

      ...... But even she would be remiss to not notice the roses, bundled so sweetly in his hands, or the way they made her fins perk up to their full height and dust over in a gentle wash of pink. The way her hand lifted to press at her chest - much like her favorite pose, and yet, ever so slightly different in the way she held herself - one might think she was steading her beating heart like the picture perfect frame of a love interest.

      “With you, I’d be all too happy with it!” Behind her, her tail swished, a half-motion not quite a frenzied wag that she had mostly picked up from Scott, but still a motion of a sensation that she couldn’t keep bound wholly under her scales. Reflected all the more in how she bounced on her heels, chirruping and chittering softly in that particular way she was so prone to, a not-quite laugh that still came bright and sweet. “So long as you are not too upset with myself being unable to eat anything at dinnertime - I would love to join by your side. It would be an honor that you consider me such a friend!”

      That said - Miranda was also a master of both denial, and mixing up when actions were intended as romantic of platonic. And sure, her stomach might feel fluttery and her face flushed, but what was a little blushing between friends?

[spicyadult]

@ofarson​ sent: “fuck yeah! another me!!” sure, damien has no fucking idea how this has happened, but if there’s two of him involved then he really doesn’t care. there’s chaos to be had! arson to commit! murders to begin! except... “y’got makeup on? ‘cause you’re looking fucking rad. and slightly new hairstyle?” maybe they have tips to exchange. that sure is a benefit!

random asks -- always accepting

    “Oh, shit!” 

    Yeah, Damien had no idea how this was happening--then again, he’d seen parties break the fabric of reality. This might as well happen. Though, standing face-to-face with yourself, there might be some sort of WEIRDNESS, but really he seemed just as excited as the other him. 

    However, the following questions did put a slight pause to him--a small SHIFT, a touch shy (though he’ll skin someone alive should they get that out of him) and flattered. 

    Then again, if there was anybody to admit that stuff to, it might as well be HIMSELF.

    “Uh, yeah--thanks. I mean, I’ve been screwin’ around with some scissors but everything’s still a little too short to do anything with it--but I’ve been trying some different foundations, contouring my horns a bit. Might help bring out my face more. Well, shit, are YOU? Whatever’s going on there, it looks fuckin’ sick.” 

[birds-multimuse-moved]

@ofarson​ said -  One would hope that Damien would ignore the wallflowers in the school when he was seeking out a way to have fun or cause some pure chaos, but unfortunately, nobody would be free of his sights. Speaking of which, the demon is promptly walking up to Ayuma in the cafeteria, sitting on the table right in front of the other. "Sup. Tell me how to pass the woodworks class and I won't set your fucking table on fire." Since when did he take woodworks classes? Who fucking knows, it's Damien.

Here he was, his mouf open to take a heckin monch out of his sammich.  A monch interrupted by the sudden approach of Damien! 

Oh!  He saw Damien choose to sit at his table (which nobody else really touched.) and his first thought was that he could become a possible friend!  “Oh, hel-”  His greeting was cut off by the other’s threat.  Ah, this makes more sense now. 

“Language.” He picked up his nail case from the floor and set it next to him in his seat before speaking. 

“Well, I would have appreciated a ‘please’ or the absence of a threat, but.”  “There’s no real way to ‘pass’ it other than learning it?”  “It’s not a secret or anything, you just need to practice.”  “Maybe try working with softer woods?”