#008.

[damienstoker]

"we should get inside before my nose freezes off."

"𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃." the musician muttered, tucking his large hands into his leather jacket pockets. the washington native wasn't opposed to the suggestion. he moved first, hand out-stretched to reach for the door handle. the large door to the cafe was held open for it's owner to pass through.

"uh, normally- i personally wouldn't be dealing with demons outside of messing with akuji." he began, volume at a low level for others to not overhear. "something is going on with them. wonderin' if you knew anything about it."

his patron won't tell him a god damn thing. even if he did deserve a good explanation for being so carelessly disposed of, damien wasn't getting one. all he knew, something was cooking in hell and akuji has been busy.

" i only ask you, 'cause you know . . . you are what you are."

[damienstoker]

🚩 gimme something about graphics

𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬

as someone who LOVES making graphics, i hate how it's kinda needed on here if you want interactions. you can easily get away with having none if you write an attractive male muse or a canon character. but, when it comes to original characters (especially fem presenting) , you always gotta try harder. I LOVE AESTHETICS. I LOVE MAKING PICTURES SO YOU CAN SEE INTO MY MUSE'S LIFE. but, not everyone is lucky to have the resources i have. i think the rpc should really focus on the writing rather than pretty flashy graphics.

[damienstoker]

🚩 🚩

𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬

i understand there's anxiety when it comes to writing with new partners. but, i think it's a breath of fresh air when someone wants to immediately scream about our muses interacting. it feels good when someone is as excited as you are. why hide the excitement of something new by pretending to be all cool and collected? i think courting a friendship and slowly working your way to writing with them is over rated. come yap in my dms, i promise we can chat like we've been friends for years. ( as long as boundaries are respected of course. c: )

[damienstoker]

⛧ back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖. his chocolate hues glued to a journal filled with melodies. damien had been fine tweaking lestat's musical compositions since the early afternoon. the smell of citrus and cigarettes flooded the air. @desiredprince was awake and it caught his partner's attention. his large hands reached for his headphones thta provided background noise, resting the high quality device upon his shoulders. not bothering to pause the music, faint metal played from the speakers. damien stood from his seat, moving some notes aside into a pile.

"i think i'm almost finished." damien began, his actions slowed as he felt the blonde's arms snake around him. pulling him back into his chest. damien's heart fluttered and a warmth spread across his chest. he turned on the heel of his boot. now facing his temporary front man, his hand nestled against the other's pale cheek. always the tease, damien didn't lean in just yet. he took the moment to devour the sight of lestat. how soft his skin was underneath his thumb, how his fangs peeked from under his gentle pink lips.

"looks like someone got their beauty sleep."

[damienstoker]

🍑 , 🍌 , 🍓 , 🥝 , 🥭 !

𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞

🍑 :   how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance?  do they spend a lot of time on their hair,  makeup,  grooming,  and clothing?  is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?  

a: answered here c:

🍌  :    is my muse inclined to help others,  or will they only do it when it benefits them,  if at all?  what makes them this way?  has it ever gotten them into trouble,  or inconvenienced them? 

a: he's kind of self-centered. he really only focuses on himself. he has so much going on at any given time. damien doesn't have the time to worry about others in need. however, if it's something little, ( somebody getting hurt in the pit , for example. ) he'll stop the show and try to get the crowd to part to help whoever needs it. it's really hard to maintain relationships with him because of this. he isn't heartless, he'll listen to your problems. just wouldn't have the right words to say. how could he possibly give advice to those when he can't even help himself? vulnerability isn't something he is comfortable with.

🍓  :    how is my muse typically seen by others?  does it ring true to who they really are?  does their reputation matter to them? 

a: damien is seen in a better light than he thinks he is. people see him as someone who is talented and maybe a bit lost. he does not give a single shit on what people think about him. love him or hate him, he doesn't care. you learn to grow thick skin in the music business. he wasn't always this way. growing up, he was very insecure. damien would constantly look for approval in his family's eyes. he tried desperately to be seen in a good light by his father before he died. i say his current mindset has a lot to do with his trauma.

🥝  :    does my muse have any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits,  interests,  and  /  or talents?  do they hide it,  or are they proud of it?  

a: besides being musically inclined? he doesn't think he has many talents outside of it. when it comes to weird interests, he is big on dark history and creatures in mythology. he would watch channels like 'weird history' when he's trying to sleep on tour. he likes learning about tragedies. plagues, the fall of empires, serial killers, etc. he doesn't really talk about it. it's just something he learns about to pass the time.

🥭  :    how important to my muse is their hometown,  or where they’re from?  are they proud of it,  or considered a hometown hero?  did they move away,  or do they wish to?

a: answered here! c:

[damienstoker]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄. a sweet and soft amber aroma filled the air. it was two hours before showtime, stoker and ghost were due to play the same bill. the front-man actually wanted to meet papa emeritus the third. damien stoker owned their discography and he enjoyed the demonic gimmick.

with a small knock, he entered terzo's dressing room. he peeked his head into the room before entering. his chocolate eyes scanned the room for others, only to be relieved that the two were alone. "hey, i'm the other dickweed who's playing with you tonight."

with a large step he entered the room, a shiver being sent to his spine. the energy felt familiar. the same energy that akuji possessed when they were in the vicinity. maybe, the demonic gimmick isn't a show-trick after all. as he drew closer, he took note of their drastic style difference. damien wore a black t-shirt that hugged his muscles just right, black ripped pants and some laced boots. terzo was dressed with elegance, dawning a suit and polished shoes.

❛ we’re in completely different leagues. ❜ - @p0pestar

a breathy chuckle left his lips, two fingers extending out to point at the other's outfit. "yeah, i was gonna say we're dressed for different occasions."

the man, who stood at a whopping six foot one, leaned up against the vanity. taking a quick glance at himself in the mirror; before focusing back on terzo.

"i dig your latest album. spooky."

[damienstoker]

i hope u know how excellent u are ✨✨✨

[damienstoker]

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 of a locked door, the musician admitted defeat. it started pouring as soon as stoker began to load their equipment in. damien was already soaked head to toe. with bass case in hand, when he heard light footsteps behind him. @selfruin dashed towards the door, desperate to get out of the rain. instead of telling her that it was locked, he moved out of her way.

the two were polar opposites in style. daisy wore light colored, flowy fabric and had sun-kissed skin. damien's dark wardrobe made him look like he climbed out of a deep ditch and that he had never seen the sun. somehow, he made the look work. his stage fit consisted of black, distressed jeans, a vintage merciful fate tank top and combat boots. as they stood side by side, they looked like they were both in the wrong place.

the six and stoker were both headlining this big-name festival. being two different genres, the crowd consisted of 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗌 and 𝖇𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖘.

damien's chocolate hues looked her over as she struggled with the door. unfamiliar with her music, he still somehow pieced together that she was his co-headliner. damien brought up a hand to move a wet piece of hair out of his face.

"𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝. 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲." he said with a sigh. "𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?"

⛧ - Send 🌧️ for our muses to get caught in the rain together

[damienstoker]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. as much as damien wanted to deny it, he lost complete control. from missing interviews, to blowing off bandmates for months. he started to raise concern in his inner circle when he would show up on their doorsteps, covered head to toe in a mysterious dark crimson substance. stoker was recording their third album in boston. his manager thought the best way to keep damien in line was to get professional help involved.

he wasn't into it. the washington native hated any type of vulnerability that came with opening up to people. being in an office with a man in an expensive suit made him think back to his childhood. his mom desperately taking him to shrinks in an effort to get her son to speak again.

his thoughts were louder than the words that were uttered by @consumare , unable to find the answers to any question he was asking. this was their second session together and hannibal was still having trouble to get damien to speak about anything personal.

"𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆?"

his chocolate hues finally picked themselves off hannibal's polished floor, meeting the other's gaze. he couldn't answer that. damien is aware of the string of bodies he leaves when he lets akuji take over. he was also aware that it wasn't his fault. he parted his lips to say something then quickly shut it. his eyes tore away to look at the second story of the office, seeing the many books that lined the walls. his body hung forward, hands clasped together to disguise his discomfort.

"𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 , 𝐰𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭."

[damienstoker]

👀

send 👀 to find out how much my muse would like to _____ yours

Get to know: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS!

Befriend: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS!

Date: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS!

Make love with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS!

Hook up with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS!

Protect: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS!

Help: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS!

Stop: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS!

Kill: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS!

[damienstoker]

'i don't know how else to ask you.' - @5chmidt

ㅤㅤsilenced followed mike's words, the car radio rarely silenced as the request sunk into the musician's hazed subconscious. he thought this would be a simple drop off. oh, how he was sadly mistaken. already have eaten two edibles prior; damien had a hard time believing anything that was coming out of his companion's mouth. then again, he did make a deal with a demon and continuously get possessed to no end. normality was never in the cards for damien taylor. he was practically cursed to endure weird and life threatening shit. his fingers tapped the leather of his rental car's wheel. taking a moment to try and process it further. the sun was setting and mike's shift was about to begin. he had to answer eventually.

ㅤㅤhis lips parted as if he was going to speak; but, quickly shut as he kept his gaze fixated on the large freddy's sign. a scowl slowly formed on his face as he debated the pros and cons of the situation. he never had a chance to go to these types of places as a child and it would feel nice preventing deaths rather than causing them. damien sighed heavily, his toned back flopped heavily against the driver's seat with a thud.

ㅤㅤ"jesus fucking christ, dude." he finally exhaled after a minute of heavy contemplating. "sounds like a stupid fucking video game."

ㅤㅤdamien shook his head, biting down onto the flesh of his bottom lip. he avoided looking into mike's direction, knowing his reaction could have possibly hurt his feelings.

ㅤㅤ"𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 . . ." his hand reached to grab the keys out of the ignition, the engine no longer filling the silence between them. finally, he looked over at the security guard.

ㅤㅤ "have you thought about just quitting?"

[damienstoker]

spotify wrapped meme |𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞| @helltoraise

ㅤhuman blood stained the polished white marbled floors in a secluded mansion. fresh corpses were carelessly discarded, most of their chests wore torn through and left open like a canyon. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬. a gruesome scene to stumble upon when you answer a distress text. the text, a rarity in itself, made the musician drop everything to rush to the pinged location.

ㅤthe halls were lit by candle light, rather than electricity. as he stepped further into the crime scene, a shiver went down damien's spine. he had never seen helmin in action until that night. even with the security of knowing he bound to helmin, he still treaded carefully. the metallic scented air made his nose scrunch. the odor was pungent and overwhelmed his senses. as he searched for his partner, damien stopped in his tracks as he saw a man sprint in his direction. blood was drained from the man's petrified face. behind him, a familiar demon followed. only dressed with a white, bloodstained, dress shirt. the man appeared to be in his thirties, dressed in fine clothing that had seen better days. a candle that illuminated the hallway toppled over as the stranger ran into the damien's arms.

ㅤ 'please, help me. it's coming!' the human begged, paying no mind to the small fire he started with the fallen candle.

ㅤdark brows furrowed, damien gripped the man's shoulders and turned the trembling stranger towards helmin. he felt relieved ro see that they were still walking and taking care of buisness. "you know this guy, 'min?"

ㅤas his partner approached, cotton candy perfume drowned out the smell of blood. even in the face of the beast, he couldn't deny his infatuation with the demon. helmin was beautiful and dangerous . . . their presence alone was enough to make him forget the destruction around them.

[damienstoker]

‘ try googling what your dreams mean. ‘

a long dark brown hair strand fell in front of damien's eyes, as he bowed his head to look down at his cellphone. thumbs tapping away upon his screen as he pretended to conduct a fake google search of what his dream meant. he waited for a seconds, slowly bobbing his head at the random websites he pulled up. "mhm . . . ah ! i see."

his gaze raised from the screen, eyes locked with the demon who sat beside him on the stoker tour bus couch. "it says, dreams don't mean shit. you either re-live shit memories or wake up hard. no in-between, 'min."

[damienstoker]

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

𝑜𝑐 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠

he is definitely a heavy sleeper and can fall asleep practically anywhere. touring constantly since his late teens, damien had gotten used to sleeping in unconventional places. sleeping habits? it's not great . . but, it could be a lot worse. he's the type to stay up until he passes out from exhaustion. he will hold off sleep until he gets what needs to be done, done.

position wise, he really does prefer sleeping on his back or side. damien finds he gets his best shut-eye when the bed is occupied with someone to hold. cuddling is too domestic for him, so it's going to take some tough elbow grease to get to that point.

[damienstoker]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 | @ruinedmyself

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 erupted from the singer like a volcanic explosion. being in the vicinity of a winchester caused the human's puppeteer to run for the hills. his knees bucked beneath him; his face hit the pavement with enough force to make his nose bruise instantly. consciousness finally regained upon impact, his body curled in agonizing pain. eyes shut tightly as his stomach churned. his hands clutched at his own shirt, desperate to get in tune with something other than pain. a warm black liquid ran from his nostril, evidence of demonic possession. the blood dripped down from his nose. with heavy footsteps approaching, adrenaline took over his weak body. his clothes were battered from the environment, his jeans were stained with dried droplets of crimson from an unknown source.

" fuck . . . "

[damienstoker]

bites him

"helmin, we talked about this." damien cooed down to his demonic partner. "we ask before we bite."