C. De Campo
@confusedDemolitionist
Dolce of Clubs- a SUITE TREAT! He or Him works just fine
(( OOC PINNED POST! Updated 8/11)) --- Consider this page nsfw (violent!) for mentions of head trauma/memory issues, sinister shadow magic, clock admiration, and incendiary devices. If you're not a fan of people reacting to posts incorrectly for the bit then be warned. Dolce WILL be hitting that mediate button. Banner is from Hugh Ferriss' Metropolis of Tomorrow! All art unless otherwise stated is mine. --- You've stumbled upon a HUMANSTUCK and CANON DIVERGENT Clubs Deuce! Having recently found himself on Alternia with almost no memories of a life lived full to bursting, all a guy can do is roll with the punches, get a job where he can, and work out the tangled mess of his current situation from wherever he finds himself in the moment. Clinton "Dolce" De Campo is 47 human years old, might have been Sicilian, and navigates Midnight City like a guy who's likely spent more than his fair share of time in New York. He's the proud owner of a phone that despite now being Smart does still post randomly without his say-so (perhaps a little Too Smart, in that regard); it doesn't seem to need to charge. His memories of his life before come and go like the tide. He had a son. He lost his son. He was a renowned capo, and hasn't entirely lost his spark, though he has nothing to enforce. In fact, he has quite a great deal of spark-- some of it comes across in odd, sinister ways of a magic persuasion. Perhaps most importantly, he can't remember why he's a shadow mage at all. He doesn't trust Lord English. His roommate left him for the Felt, so he's placed some investments in a house boat and is laying low for the moment. It's probably fine. --- https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/c71860854262.png
(( OOC PINNED POST! Updated 8/11)) --- Consider this page nsfw (violent!) for mentions of head trauma/memory issues, sinister shadow magic, clock admiration, and incendiary devices. If you're not a fan of people reacting to posts incorrectly for the bit then be warned. Dolce WILL be hitting that mediate button. Banner is from Hugh Ferriss' Metropolis of Tomorrow! All art unless otherwise stated is mine. --- You've stumbled upon a HUMANSTUCK and CANON DIVERGENT Clubs Deuce! Having recently found himself on Alternia with almost no memories of a life lived full to bursting, all a guy can do is roll with the punches, get a job where he can, and work out the tangled mess of his current situation from wherever he finds himself in the moment. Clinton "Dolce" De Campo is 47 human years old, might have been Sicilian, and navigates Midnight City like a guy who's likely spent more than his fair share of time in New York. He's the proud owner of a phone that despite now being Smart does still post randomly without his say-so (perhaps a little Too Smart, in that regard); it doesn't seem to need to charge. His memories of his life before come and go like the tide. He had a son. He lost his son. He was a renowned capo, and hasn't entirely lost his spark, though he has nothing to enforce. In fact, he has quite a great deal of spark-- some of it comes across in odd, sinister ways of a magic persuasion. Perhaps most importantly, he can't remember why he's a shadow mage at all. He doesn't trust Lord English. His roommate left him for the Felt, so he's placed some investments in a house boat and is laying low for the moment. It's probably fine. --- https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/c71860854262.png
[a photo from what appears to be a balcony.... out on the water? ah! near a dock, but no easily discernible landmarks. this is a houseboat. it looks like some recent repairs have been made on it.] #tavrostuesday
... WAIT WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN THE MOON GOT STOLEN?
no... no again...
that happened weeks ago!!! >:/
Moon's gone boss
N̷o̸w̴ ̵I̵ ̶h̶a̷v̸e̷ ̵c̸h̴i̶l̴d̴r̷e̵n̶ ̸o̶f̷ ̷m̴y̸ ̶o̴w̶n̷,̶ ̶T̷h̵e̴y̴ ̴a̶s̸k̵ ̴t̴h̵e̴i̵r̸ ̸f̴ ̵a̷ ̶t̴ ̷h̵.̸ ̶E̷.̷ ̶R̶ ̴W̸h̷a̵t̵ ̵w̵i̴l̷l̸ ̸I̸ ̵b̴e̷
I'm here to talk, if you need it.
That part of the first episode of Twin Peaks keeps playing in my head!!!! The one where the principal turns the intercom off and breaks down after having to deliver the news to a school full of kids! They're all just kids and none of them asked for that!!!! Visceral!
Hm.
we are locked in an epic battle of wills, you and i. you within my wizard's maze. i from somewhere far in the past.
Lots of things are not good right now!!! But! I counted at least 5 different cats sitting in windows today. You're allowed to look for things that make you smile a bit even when you want to hate everything!
Font smont! You gotta roll with the punches! You gotta accept the small changes so the big ones aren't so bad! If y'aint gonna listen to me then listen to @barackObama!!!!!!
Oh no! The font changed! I CANT REMEMBER THE NAME OF MY CHILD!
Are you going to be alright, Mr. De Campo? Do you need to talk with someone?
Huh. My phone actually died! That's new! Never fear- I have located the correct cable!!
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @confuseddemolitionist it's A Cabin For Summer Vacation. It's A Night For Fireworks. Early Enough In The Evening That You Can't Hear Your Own Words, Only That You're Holding A Smaller Pair Of Hands In Your Own As You Teach Someone How To Correctly Light A String Of Firecrackers. kid's Still Short Enough That You Only See The Head Of Hair And The Hands. He's Seven. You Can't Hear What You're Saying. You Don't Hear What He's Saying Back. You Watch The Firecrackers Go Off From A Safe Distance, In The Sprawling Backyard Somewhere Upstate, Behind The Cabin. Close To The Pond. It's Rained Recently. This Private Light Show Won't Start A Wildfire. the Cicadas Are Drowned Out By The Noise, The Conversation Lost To Time, And To The Shifting Of The Shadows Cast By The Red And White Bursts Of Light Strobing In The Green Lawn Like Violent Fireflies. You Have Ten Fingers. The Boy Is Seven, And He Isn't Your's By Blood, But That Never Mattered One Single Bit. it All Smells Of Magnesium And Sulfur And Smoke. One Day You'll Teach Him How To Make One Of The Big Rockets, But He's Only Seven. he's Just A Kid, And There's Time. there's Time. there's Time. #queserasera but How Much Time Truly? 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header
Oh, thunder only happens when it's rainin, Players only love you when they're playin, Say, 'Women, they will come and they will go,' When the rain washes you clean, you'll know 🎶🎵 https://open.spotify.com/track/0ofHAoxe9vBkTCp2UQIavz?si=FWWJyy42SFevtO8xHCDZlg
don't write your password down on something that's going to get blown up in the middle of a warehouse shootout! #fishingfriday
Okay who keeps turning people on my dash into dogs! They're sweet but I'm starting to get concerned!!!
Could this be that mythical concept of "night blogging"??? Is this real?
aint anything to say on the matter!
l̵l̶ ̴t̸ ̶h̸e̸r̷e̶ ̸i̸s̴ ̵ ̵t̵o̵ ̷a̵ ̵f̶i̷ ̴i̵i̴ ̸i̷ ̶i̴
c< well, tHats cONcerNiNg! >c
Party was ROCKING! I lit a cigarette for a VERY TALL WOMAN!
#substance
It's been SWELL seeing ALL OF YOU at this MASQUERADE!!! The memories we made this weekend will last a lifetime!!!!
Munchmunchmunch
You’re listening to… Special Sinatra Selebration request from @confusedDemolitionist ! Here's, "It Was A Very Good Year" comin' right at ya. …Midnight City Jazz!
Regrets, I've had a few! But then again, too few to mention.
BATTER UP < IT SOUNDS AS IF YOU ARE MENTIONING THEM RIGHT NOW. BATTUR RUNMAN HAS NO REGRETS. > HOMERUN
BATTER UP < FIRSTLY, SLAUGHTER SPHERE. SECONDLY, NO THE ICON I AM USING ON THIS WEBSITE IS NOT LITERALLY HOW I LOOK BUT I CAN UNDERSTAND YOUR CONFUSION. > HOMERUN
Loving this radio station! Never mind the fact that it just started playing on my phone without warning!
c< wHat statiON is it? >c
c< OH, yeaH! i lOve tHat statiON, its really gOOd! >c