#LOVE U DAMIEN

[smoshidiot]

s m o s h !

[citrusacidic]

zeemien shippers here is ur- [construction site noises]

[noogats]

great expectations + the omen again!! but with drama!!?

great omens.... (not to be confused with good omens of course. srry neil gaiman 😅 lol)

[pandoraroid]

stuck in traffic here's what type of pony from mlp i thinl redacted characters would be:

david - earth pony

angel - unicorn

asher - earth pony

baabe - earth pony

milo - earth pony

(idk me likes to think that shifters are earth ponies)

sweetheart - unicorn (or pegasus idk)

sam - earth pony

(edit: the sam-applejack similarities wrote themselves. the accent. the sass. the southern (honesty) hospitality)

darlin - earth pony

lovely - unicorn (or pegasus??? im torn on this one)

vincent - pegasus (or unicorn?? idk)

me likes to think that their... type(???) would change after changing idk

freelancer - earth pony

gavin - unicorn

huxley - earth pony (haha get it)

damien - unicorn

lasko - pegasus

dear - pegasus

[mountainscouts]

dont look at me like that

[readthephible]

shaymien + posts i headcanon for them pt 3

[midoristeashop]

17 and 20 for the ask game? :DD

17. Fave oc/sona

That would be my tattoo artist-turned-silly-spirit son Omen <,//3

20. what do you think you’ve improved on the most over the past year?

Definitely learning how to be more intentional and free flowing with my art! I’ve experimented with different styles and techniques to get different desired results when it comes to mood and overall design, and I’m super happy I can apply what I’ve learned to make art I’m proud of 😊

[cann1bal-cr0w]

what watching dungeon meshi does to a guy..

[pocketslook]

no way jose your art is soo lit could you ever so make more RD2 (Rebecca, Damien, Davíd)

pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows

[the-moon-pal]

i keep making accounts in many places but- here it's my bluesky if u want see me to talk about more mothman and Me✨

[damnianalghulnotwayne]

ppl make a good point when they say making Damian pale isn’t whitewashing. i just get annoyed when ppl make him a Brucie junior with blue eyes and a button nose and such. he IS half white so it’s not crazy for him to be pale or take after his dad a bit, but i think it’s CRIMINAL when ppl give him blue eyes or dont a LEAST draw him with a wicked ass, cool ass BREATHTAKING nose. as long as y’all get those eyes and nose right i’ll leave u alone

[gurenmonster]

hi Damien anon here again and look im.like a whole lesbian but im vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass over how GOOD!!!! Damien looks in that new videoP leASE!!!!!

Hiii Damien Anon !!

Always happy to see you in my inbox <3

But YES!! Damien just has that effect on ppl I gues, doesn't matter what attracts you lmao

I'm queer as hell so I very much find him appealing, he just ticks all the right boxes for me 😁

LOOK AT HIMMM

(also last one just his hands because... because..ouhh)

[fluffyfairyzz]

hello to the 5 ppl who consume the exorcist content on tumblr. heres a doodle of dimmie eating a burgie because he deserves it…

[la1n3ybaby]

it was so evil that this woman was never given a name, so fuck it. i gave her one.

sorry folks, this is a long one (but the last one!)

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Istorae’s Story (James’s Mother)

Kalipo’s Story (Erik’s Mother)

Dracae’s Story (Sam’s Mother)

Aezera’s Story (Matthew’s Mother)

History:

Some people’s entire life will be plagued with tragedy. Nadyne was one of those people.

The first was when her parents died. She was only a child, and although her mother was a succubus, a race that was typically highly regarded in the Abyssal Plains, her father was a lowly shadow demon. Her mother engaged in sex work before Nadyne was born to make a living, as her parents had abandoned her young. Unfortunately, she was careless with one of her clients and became pregnant. They would be forced to marry to try to retain any semblance of social standing they had, resulting in an unplanned, unwanted marriage and an even more so unwanted child. Fortunately, they wouldn’t have to live with their misery for too long, as sickness would claim the both of them.

Nadyne would bounce around charitable houses for a few years until she outgrew the families who wanted to help a little girl, and only a little girl. As she reached adulthood, she tried to find reasonable jobs. Maid, bar keep, waitress, etc., but none of them stuck for one reason or another. It didn’t help that her parents past would start to catch up to her, either, as rumors began to spread about her mother the more Nadyne became known in the community. People that would previously be willing to provide her some kind of pity job would then turn her away for fear of being known for hiring the daughter of a whore.

Nadyne, left with no where else to turn, soon began hopelessly knocking on doors and begging for loose change in the hopes of gathering just enough to convince anyone to let her do some kind of work until she could get back on her feet. Luckily, she would find that in Brahm, a wealthy bachelor who had sympathy for Nadyne’s situation.

Brahm was so kind that he would offer her a job being his personal maid, though he would often be gone for days at a time with his business. Nadyne stayed in his home, happily doing just that for many months. The money was flowing and she had a warm meal and bed every night. It didn’t hurt that the man she lived with wasn’t bad looking, either. In fact, she often found herself staring at Brahm while he was working at home or inspecting the pictures of him around the house while cleaning for long periods of time before she reminded herself that being his maid was a privilege she could easily loose. She would shake the thoughts from her head before they could go any further than admiration.

However, it was difficult to ignore her host staring at her for a bit longer than usual while she was cleaning. Or when he would ask her to simply sit in the room with him while he read, though Nadyne didn’t know how to read along with him. At first, she would brush it off as him just being polite to his guest, but as touches lingered longer and faces grew a bit redder, she started to doubt whether or not she was the only one who sensed something special between them.

All this would come to a head one day when Nadyne was cleaning Brahm’s library. She was fascinated with all the books he had collected and began to wish she had the ability to read them all. Brahm, sensing the wanting in her heart, offered to teach her. They began lessons often, with Brahm starting her with simple books made for children of nobility. It was difficult teaching an adult to read verses a child, but he managed and even enjoyed doing so. The two became very close during this time, so close that when Nadyne began experiencing withdrawals from the lack of energy she was receiving, Brahm’s would provide for her. She felt immense guilt for this, but the man reassured her that he didn’t mind doing so and even enjoyed it.

Their life together became much more than it started as. Nadyne was no longer his maid, but his companion, waiting for him to come home when he left for work and feeling warmth envelop her when he returned. Even when Brahm was made aware of the reputation she had, he never judged her. Truly, they loved each other, despite what society told them they should think.

The second tragedy of Nadyne’s life would not be far behind this. Brahm would leave for a work trip one day, claiming to only be gone for three or four days, like usual. Nadyne would wait on him patiently. Soon, three days passed, then four, then a week, and she began to worry. Two weeks later, she would receive word that Brahm had died in an accident and she was to vacate the property immediately so his family could collect his belongings. Brahm had not had the foresight to leave anything in his will to Nadyne, as he had not expected to die so soon. With no where to go, she left the house, heartbroken and mourning the loss of her first and only love.

But life, unforgiving as always, had not forgotten who she was while she was gone. No one would hire the whore’s daughter, no matter how much her life had changed in the year she lived with Brahm. She would soon be left with no choice but to follow in her mother’s footsteps. She hated every second she spent with a man who wasn’t Brahm, but with him gone, she felt that living had no meaning regardless.

Though she tried, Nadyne couldn’t remember how exactly she became involved with The Demon Lord. That time in her life was so dark, she felt as if the tides of time moved around her instead of her with them. She could recall The Demon Lord calling upon her to become his concubine vaguely, but she had refused him. How did she become stuck in his palace, chained to a cell, bearing his child? The woman was so detached from reality that she could barely remember her left from her right. All she could think about day and night was how she wished to be with Brahm instead of where she was now.

Truthfully, though she could barely admit it to even herself for so long, Nadyne blamed Izroul for keeping her trapped to The Demon Lord. She tried so hard to love him like a mother should, but she couldn’t. When he would cry at night, just born and terrified at simply being alive, she would hold her ears shut and wish for him to just go away. She could not pretend to comfort him and shush him back to sleep, for every time she looked at her son, she saw the man who ruined what was left of her life.

When he grew older, Nadyne learned how to pretend. She would recite stories to him of times in her life she could remember and even heal his wounds that he would garner from being outside her cell, and in return, he would tell her what the palace was like. She had never seen it up close, and honestly never wished to, but Izroul would tell her anyway in the hopes that it would make his mother just a little happier to know that life was happening outside her concrete room. As he aged, Nadyne began to see the boy as a little more than a pet to keep her entertained between abuse. She would never be able to see him as her child, but he would not need to know that.

The third tragedy to befall Nadyne was the day Izroul gained his mind-reading abilities. At first, the boy enjoyed being able to read other’s minds. It was overwhelming at times, sure, but the faces people would make when he told them what they were thinking of had the same feeling as a magic trick to him. To Nadyne, though, the love she began to have for him dwindled faster than it could ever have been built. The break she would get between The Demon Lord’s abuse of her body soon became time for her son to abuse her mind. The last thing that she had for herself became his and he left her with nothing.

The last tragedy is one you already know. Although what she planned was awful, Nadyne was so lost in the world that she couldn’t care. She had no one. Not her parents, or Brahm, or even her own spawn. Everyone in her life had either left or abused her and she needed a way out. When even murdering the last man to hurt her failed, what else would be left for her if she just went back to her cell and stayed there? In the end, when Nadyne turned the knife on herself in front of Izroul, she could barely even remember who he was to her. The last thing she saw when she died was Brahm’s face finally telling her that it was over. No more tragedy could touch her now.

Appearance:

[999moreyears]

i think everyone should go follow @falinschickenbreasts right now because she is awesoem and funny and i love it very much ♥♥♥♥☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝

[ramsei501st]

blond babes and their partners + problematic third wheel leeches

got up to shitposting with @derelicthereticsartdump about our blorbos and it spawned a few masterpieces. abt high time we replace the mona lisa dont u think