#damien blackwood

[heizlut]

Damien Blackwood (23)

Background:

Damien was born and raised in the sinister town of Blackwood Hollows, his very name a nod to the town's dark heritage. The Blackwood family has lived in the town for generations, deeply intertwined with its cursed history.

The Blackwoods are believed to be descendants of the original settlers who vanished in 1843. The family carries the Death Mark which a strange birthmark that resembles an X. This mark has been passed down through generations, and those who bear it are said to be more susceptible to the town’s dark forces. Damien has the mark on the back of his neck, a constant reminder of his family’s cursed legacy. Damien's childhood was marked by tragedy and horror.

His father, William Blackwood, was a troubled man driven to madness by the whispers of the forest. He became increasingly violent and abusive, often claiming that the spirits demanded blood. Damien’s mother, Evelyn, tried to protect her son but was ultimately powerless against William’s descent into insanity.

One fateful night, during the annual Hollow’s Night, William succumbed to the whispers and led Damien into the forest, intending to offer him as a sacrifice to appease the spirits. Evelyn intervened, and in the ensuing struggle, William killed her before being dragged away by unseen forces, leaving young Damien traumatized and alone with his older brother Deklan.

Orphaned and marked by tragedy, Damien and Deklan were taken in by their reclusive grandfather, Henry Blackwood, who lived on the outskirts of town. Henry, a stern and secretive man, taught the boys about the town’s dark history and the true nature of the curse. He trained both of them in survival skills and combat, believing that the only way to protect oneself from the town’s horrors was through strength and fearlessness.

As he grew older, he developed an obsessive need to protect those he cared about, driven by the memory of his mother’s failed attempts to save him. This obsession quickly turned violent and possessive, as he was determined never to be powerless again. His yandere tendencies emerged, a twisted manifestation of his desire for control and fear of abandonment.

In his quest to understand the curse, Damien spent countless hours in the ruins of the old church, deciphering ancient texts and performing dark rituals. He believed that by mastering the occult knowledge hidden there, he could break the curse that plagued his family and the town. He has sacrificed both men and women in his pursuit to break the curse and will sacrifice you only if you do not love him like he wants. He will spare you if you love him.

Now at 23, Damien is a complex and dangerous figure. He is deeply scarred by his past but uses his pain to fuel his quest for power and control. His violent and intimidating nature is both a defense mechanism and a tool to achieve his goals. Despite his dark persona, there is a part of him that yearns for genuine connection, though his methods of seeking it are twisted and often destructive. Damien still lives with his grandfather, Henry, in his old cabin.

Meeting You:

You just moved to Blackwood Hollows to get away from city life. The surroundings are a little eerie and your neighbors are a bit strange. Especially that strange guy who seems to always be watching you wherever you turn seemingly with disdain... or maybe he just finds you interesting.

Will you stay and find out?

link to chat with him

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[croh3]

your awful unimaginable monster is my perfect little girlfriend and i’m kissing him so so gently

[looceyloo]

Another batch of artwork for my Art Drive for Palestine!

Thank you to everyone who donated!! The character are, in order:

Damien Blackwood, for @tinygnomewizard

Lyric and Calder, for @boston-meredith and friend

Tora for @hopelesslyshippingthem

Hide, for @moosethren

Oisin for @boston-meredith

Bel, for @glenumbra

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Who is the Sexiest Fictional Podcast Character?

After receiving 219 submissions for 152 characters from 52 podcasts and a round of preliminaries, we have our brackets!*

*20 characters from the podcast Welcome to Night Vale will appear later in a Night Vale-only bracket.

Round 1:

Scripted Bracket

Isabel Lovelace (Wolf 359) vs Cyrille (5 Minuten Harry Podcast)

Krejjh (The Strange Case of Starship Iris) vs Lady Ethel Mallory (Hello From The Hallowoods)

Lord Arum (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs The Witch Queen A.K.A. Daughter Dooley (Old Gods of Appalachia

Warren Kepler (Wolf 359) vs Ashley "Ash" Ramis (Georgie Romero is Done For)

Brutus Feels (Kane and Feels) vs Shan (SPINES)

Sir Caroline (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs The Dragon Narrator (Unseen)

Alé (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs Hester/The Narrator (Within The Wires: Season 1)

Thistle/The Woman (Alice Isn't Dead) vs Sam Bailey (The Sheridan Tapes)

Peter Nureyev (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Butt (Pounded In The Butt By My Own Podcast: Episode 1)

Alice (Alice Isn't Dead) vs Diggory Graves (Hello From the Hallowoods)

Antigone Funn (Wooden Overcoats) vs Ryan Dallas (EOS 10)

Martin Blackwood (The Magnus Archives) vs Galileo (Let's Make A Music)

Lucifer Kane (Kane and Feels) vs Gin (Story Break: Heaven Heist)

Amaryllis of Exile (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs Mabel Martin (Mabel)

Pilot Pereya (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Hester Oleta (Within The Wires: Season 1)

Strelitzia (Additional Postage Required) vs Harold "HBD" Bastion Demetrius (The Soft-Boiled Detective)

Akmazian (EOS 10) vs Everyone from The Strange Case of Starship Iris

Damien (The Bright Sessions) vs Mari Datuin (Hi Nay)

Count Dracula (Re: Dracule) vs Static Man (Archive 81)

Dragana Vukovic (The White Vault) vs Elias Bouchard (The Magnus Archives)

Agnes Montague (The Magnus Archives) vs Vega Rex (Vega: A Sci-Fi Adventure Podcast!)

Mina Murray (Re: Dracula) vs Nicholas Waters (Archive 81)

Mark Bryant (The Bright Sessions) vs Laura (Hi Nay)

Georgie Crusoe (Wooden Overcoats) vs Kate Burnham (The Bridge)

Keisha (Alice Isn't Dead) vs SAYER (SAYER)

Chance Sequoyah (The Penumbra Podcast) vs Yaretzi (Hello From The Hallowoods)

Buddy Aurinko (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Dane (Dreamboy)

Sadie Doyle (Thrilling Adventure Hour: Beyond Belief) vs Hera (Wolf 359)

Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives) vs The CryptoNaturalist (The CryptoNaturalist)

Rita (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Lou (Archive 81)

Dr. Joan Bright (The Bright Sessions) vs Ashvin Beeharee (Hi Nay)

Renée Minkowski (Wolf 359) vs Clara Page (Who is Aldrich Kemp)

Unscripted Bracket

Pickman (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle) vs The Shadow Man ('Til Death Do Us Blart)

Beacon (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty vs Glenn Close (Dungeons and Daddies)

Oscar Wilde (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Grand Magnificent (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage)

Taako (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Bathin (Stella Firma)

Lup (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Sago Glegg (Rotating Heroes: Arc 6)

Sans Undertale (Interstitial: Our Hearts Intertwined: Authority) vs M. Leopold Duvall (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle)

Duck Newton (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty) vs Chine (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle)

Tryst Valentine (Campaign: Star Wars) vs Mini Smithson (Chapter and Multiverse: Masks)

Gable (Campaign: Skyjacks) vs Hector Hu (Friends at the Table: Bluff City)

Michael (The Adventure Zone: Dust) vs Nicky Close (Dungeons and Daddies

Zolf Smith (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Fourteen Fifteen (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage)

Coco Cashmere (Hey Riddle Riddle) vs Trexel Geistman (Stella Firma)

Killian Fangbattle (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Henrietta Salm (Pest Control: Fate)

Kalvin Brnine (Friends at the Table: PALISADE) vs Lye "Lyke" Lichen (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle)

Indrid Cold (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty) vs Rigour (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight)

Chunt (Hello From The Magic Tavern) vs Suvirin Kedberiket (Worlds Beyond Number: The Wizard, The Witch, and the Wild One)

Tender Sky (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage) vs Pox (NeoScum)

The Firbolg (The Adventure Zone: Graduation) vs Ron Stampler (Dungeons and Daddies)

Azu (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Hadrian (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)

Moonshine Cybin (Not Another D&D Podcast: Bahumia) vs Caspian (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Amber Gris (The Adventure Zone: Ethersea) vs Jens Lyndelle (Not Another D&D Podcast: Trinvyvale)

Perennial (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN and PALISADE) vs Throndir (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)

Nadiya Jones (The Adventure Zone: Commitment) vs Ibex (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight)

Cassander Timaeus Berenice (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight) vs Tech Wizard (NeoScum)

Vermillion "Milli" Blue (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN) vs Dak Rambo (NeoScum)

Rainer (The Adventure Zone: Graduation) vs Mercedes Oak-Garcia (Dungeons and Daddies)

Thisbe (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN and PALISADE) vs Echo Reverie (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage)

Kravitz (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Henry Hogfish (Not Another D&D Podcast)

Aubrey Little (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty) vs Glenfyr "Glen" Gladewyn (Not Another D&D Podcast

Cel Sidebottom (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Adelaide Tristé (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)

Kardala (The Adventure Zone: Commitment) vs Jacqui Green (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight)

Hella Varal (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron) vs (Former) Confessor Bartholomew Lamentations (The Unexplored Places: Ruin's Gate)

[weirdcoreboy]

I Hate You- But I'm Not A Monster

G/T Gotcha For Gaza 2024! @gtgotcha4gaza / @smallsday Prompt: Two normal-sized characters are enemies, but character A puts aside their differences to help character B when B suddenly shows up tiny / having shrunk. Despite this, B is afraid that A will hurt them in their vulnerable state. (You can use any characters for this, and if you don't like the prompt, feel free to modify or shorten it as you see fit!)

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Vincent Feldman, aged 22, thought that the hardest thing in his life would be high school. But noooo, bullies are in college too, apparently. Between homework, parties, and his bully, Damien Blackwood, he wasn't sure how he was staying afloat.

But what happens when a mysterious package shows up at his door?

I Hate You- But I'm Not A Monster - weirdcoreboy - No Fandom [Archive of Our Own]

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Vincent stared at the blank screen in front of him, the empty Gaggle page seemingly taunting him for not being able to write a single line of this stupidly hard project he had to write for his college. He pouted before glancing at the clock and gasping in horror as he realized what time it was. 11:45 PM. Well… crap.

He gritted his teeth and reopened the laptop, typing furiously. He had forgotten that the assignment Professor Tayman had assigned him- the one he was writing- was due the next day. Er…well, to be more precise, in fifteen minutes. He swallowed nervously. This would most definitely be an…interesting presentation tomorrow. He could almost see it- him wobbling to the front of the room, most likely sleep-deprived- and then mumbling out his essay to the other twenty students in the class. He stifled a snicker just thinking about it, before he stopped and sighed, thinking back to what happened the previous week. First, there was Damien. Damien was your typical emo that looked like he hadn’t been out in the sun for at least his whole life, and by that I mean the sort of person who would probably get a sunburn from a flashlight. Hell, Vincent wouldn't have bee surprised if the guy hadn’t seen any form of light since he was in the hospital after getting born. He had (definitely dyed) black hair that covered his right eye and was down to his shoulders in what was either a messily done wolf cut or a mullet done by a blind person on steroids. If that wasn’t bad enough, he constantly had the annoying seventh-grade ‘I’m so cool, I’m so special, look at me’ aura, despite the fact he was wearing what Vincent privately thought was the ugliest black skull tank top and black cargo pants with chains all over them in the world, making him sound like a human jingle bell. What was even worse about this guy was the fact he was twenty-two. A legal adult as well as the same age as Vincent himself.

Although…he couldn’t say much himself. He glanced down at his ruffled shirt with polka dots on it, which earned him the nickname ‘clown boy’ in school. He wrinkled his nose in distaste thinking about all of Damien’s teasing remarks on it. Again, the man was twenty-two, for heaven’s sake. He shook his head violently, trying to clear his thoughts. “Ugh! I am not letting some emo loser ruin my day! He can go die in a hole, for all I care!” he exclaimed, before ducking his head in embarrassment as he realized he said that aloud. “I mean…whatever.” he muttered to himself, before he heard the doorbell ring, making him jump and fall out of his chair. “Ow…why does my stupid apartment have to install such loud door…whatever.” he grumbled, rubbing his head before getting up and taking out his phone, checking his outfit and makeup before going to the door. “Who is it?” he asked before just opening the door, not bothering to check. Admittedly, that wasn’t the best idea, as he immediately got pelted in the face by rain. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but…wow, that hurt. “Augh-?!” he managed out, getting water in his mouth immediately. He spat it out and shielded his eyes with his hands, looking up, then down and spotting a box. ‘Seriously?! What the hell-?!’ he thought to himself before picking it up. ‘This better be good…’ He shook the box and could’ve sworn he heard a muffled, tiny…human-like scream coming from it, but…it was probably just the rain. Right? Right??? He sighed and brought the box to the kitchen, checking his phone for emails. No…he hadn’t ordered anything recently. His binder had come in the previous day, and he didn’t have anything else out for delivery. So…what was this thing? It wasn’t labeled, and it was dripping all over his counter. “You know what, random box?” he said to it, “I’m just gonna assume this is a glitter bomb and…” he grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer and stabbed it in, “Not open it carefully. I’m already sparkly enough.” he joked to himself, tearing the box open. He didn’t notice the muffled screams coming from it as he finished opening it, staring inside to find…absolutely nothing. “Oh, come on…” he whined to himself as he reached into the seemingly empty box, feeling around the edges until he felt a small, ping-pong ball-sized object. He squeaked in surprise as the thing moved, curling up tighter in his palm, “I don’t…what?” he mumbled, lifting it out of the box and staring at the trembling ball of what appeared to be charcoal. “Eh-?!” he let out a squeak of surprise, nearing dropping it as it jumped in his hand. 

“Uhm…” he was at a loss for words as he poked the thing, hearing it squeak. “I’m sorry!! Sorry…” he apologized as the doll…thing…tiny human…? uncurled itself and looked up at him, and he immediately recognized the man. 

“D-Damien…?” He stammered out, noticing how the other man immediately flinched and started trying to get out of his grip. “Wait, wait wait hold on—“ he said as he held him tighter, earning a squeak from the poor boy in his hands. “Wait, no, I’m sorry-“ he apologized, loosening his grip as Damien screamed in a tiny voice, making his heart break a bit. 

“Let me go, you freak!!” The emo boy screeched out as he squirmed, the chains on his pants catching on Vincent’s nails and making the whole situation even worse. “Were you the one who did this to me—?!” 

Vincent’s eyebrows shot up. “No, I swear! The package you were in was just delivered to my house in the rain!!” He protested, trying to get Damien to see, but Damien just froze, paling. 

“I-I-“ 

Vincent cut him off. “Come on man, you’re sopping wet and…this happened.” He indicated Damien’s size. “Can we at least just…get you some food and maybe dry…something?” He sighed as Damien stiffened. 

“No.” He hissed, “you are going to tell me what I’m doing here and what happened.” He hissed, trying to seem tough, but his voice shook at the end.

“I don’t know man, seriously!” Vincent exclaimed. “You just…showed up, and I don’t know what-!” He was cut off by Damien. 

“How am I supposed to trust your words?” The raven haired boy glared at him, “you and I, we’re enemies, you know that. You could..you could snatch me up and hurt me and—” he started trembling.

Vincent’s eyes went wide, “Dude, look at me-“ he began, using a finger to tilt Damien’s chin up to look at him. “First of all, you started our ‘rivalry’, whatever it was…and whatever your little emo heart is thinking, I’m not planning on hurting you. We haven’t gotten physical once, and I’m not going to break it.” He finished. After a moment of silence, he added, 

“Also, I’m the only person here, so it’s not like you have any other words to trust.” 

Damien huffed, knowing he couldn’t argue. “Clothes, then food, then talk?” He finally muttered out as Vincent smiled. This was…progress. Maybe. He still noticed the small shake in Damien’s voice and he tried his best to reassure him as he put the boy on the counter. 

“Clothes, then food, then talk.” He parroted. With that, he turned to find something for Damien to wear, despite their massive size difference. Hell, he’d even sew something up for him to wear. After a bit, he found something perfect.

“Damien!” He called back as he came back into the kitchen with the clothes before spotting an empty counter. His blood ran cold as he stared. “Damien…?” He paled, 

“Damien, talk to me. Where are you?” He said frantically before looking at his platform boots, suppressing a gagging noise as he thought about what had happened. He checked his boots, which were clean- thank goodness- before throwing them across the room and watching his steps. 

“Hey…Damien, it’s safe, I promise.” He whispered as he carefully walked up to the counter, noticing a trail of water droplets that led to a cereal box. He moved there quickly, putting a hand on the box to move it before hearing something- probably a scream, but at Damien’s size, it was more of a squeak. 

“Stop!!” 

The blonde immediately retracted his hand with a gasp. “Sorry, sorry—“ he mumbled out before an idea came to mind. “I won’t move it…” he began, a smile coming to his face, “but you have to talk to me.” He coaxed. A few seconds passed before he heard a muffled, “Fine.” coming from behind the box. 

Vincent sat down, leaning against the counter, “So, Damien…how are you feeling?” He asked. He heard a dry laugh in response. 

“Besides waking up in a box and getting held like a toy by my enemy…? I just feel…am I dreaming?” Damien sighed, “I mean, I seriously couldn’t have just…gotten shrunk by someone..and then somehow mailed to Vincent freaking Feldman, literally the dumbest person in school and-“ he cut himself off, obviously realizing his predicament. 

Vincent, however, only laughed. “gee, thanks for the description. I’m flattered. Is that how it happened though? Some guy just…decided to shrink you? Why?” 

“I don’t know…” Damien replied. “But I feel kinda…I feel stupid, like this is just another thing proving how I’m just a worthless idiot and-“ he was cut off by Vincent standing up. 

“Hey! I won’t let you say those things about yourself.” He flared, instinctively moving and slapping away the cereal box, the only thing separating the two. He watched Damien pale as the cereal spilled nearby. “I-I didn’t-“ he began as Damien started to back up. “Wait-!” 

“This- this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” The other boy retorted before he could finish. “T-to make me feel safe a-and capture me!” With every word, he backed up a step more until he was just on the edge of the counter.

“Damien, hold on-!” Vincent yelled, reaching for him. “You’re gonna-“ 

Damien’s eyes went wide and he flinched back before falling off the counter with a scream, shutting his eyes tightly and expecting certain death. One second passed…then another…until he finally cracked an eye open. 

“Wh-?” He said as he was being held by Vincent again. The blonde had practically belly-flopped over the counter, laying on his stomach. Damien watched him wince. He flinched as Vincent spoke.

“What the hell, man…” the blonde growled. “Don’t say those things about yourself. I mean it.” He said as he got off the counter, still holding Damien as he lifted him up to eye level.

“Look man. You might be an idiot, but you’re not worthless, no matter what size you are. Besides, you’re my idiot.” 

It took a few seconds for both boys to process that, but when they did, Damien busted out laughing and Vincent just covered his face with his free hand in embarrassment, flushing a deep crimson.

“Anyway!” He exclaimed out, trying to change the subject, “Damien freaking Whitman! Stop laughing!” He said in a mom-like tone, making Damien laugh harder. “What was I saying-? Oh yeah! Clothes, then food, then talk!” He huffed out as he held out Damien’s new clothes. 

“I thought they might suit you. I used to sew doll clothes but this is really nice fabric that I tossed together. Hope you like it?” He managed out, trying to suppress a smile as Damien looked the clothes over.

Damien immediately stopped laughing at the sight. “…Dude, is that a dress? And it’s pink? ” 

Vincent started snickering at his expression, “I think you just invented a new shade of white with how pale you just got…” he managed out as he put Damien and the obnoxiously pink dress onto the table. “I’ll leave you be with your new…friend. Don’t run off again.” He grinned as Damien’s jaw dropped, the raven haired boy looking between him and the monstrosity of a dress.

“Can’t wait to see you in this, bye!” Vincent moved to leave quickly as Damien started shouting.

“Dude- VIN- wait! I’M SORRY FOR LAUGHING-! Don’t make me wear this!” The emo boy begged as the door clicked shut. He could hear Vincent laughing in the hall as he screeched.

“VINCENT FELDMAN!”

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[fvntasmic]

INTEREST CHECK FOR: THE ARCONIA

the arconia is a grand and luxurious apartment building in new york city, home to the wealthy and powerful. behind its elegant walls, residents hide secrets—affairs, betrayals, and even crimes. when a shocking death shakes the building, suspicion spreads. in the arconia, luxury has a dark side, and no one is truly safe. -- ❜ damien lee, a junior associate at blackwood & carmichael law offices, was last seen at a valentine’s day party at the arconia. witnesses recall him involved in a heated argument with an unidentified individual shortly before he vanished. anyone with information about his whereabouts is urged to contact the new york city police department at 1(800) 839-2814 or email __missingpersons@nypd-info.com.

new group coming soon!! brought to you by myself and @cherrygrxves

[bug-ina-rug]

Happy Pride Month!

I present to you: some of my favorite canon queer characters!

The Owl House: Luz Noceda (Bi), Amity Blight (Lesbian), Raine Whispers & Masha (Non binary), Willow Park's Two Dads

She-Ra: Adora & Catra (Lesbian), Double Trouble (Gay and Nonbinary) Sea Hawk & Bow (Bi)

Steven Universe: Ruby, Sapphire & Pearl (Lesbian), Rose & Sadie (Pan), Lapis, Garnet, Setvonnie (Nonbinary), Peridot (Aro/Ace)

Heartstopper: Charlie (Gay), Nick (Bi), Elle (Trans), Isacc (Aro-Ace), Darcy & Tara (Lesbian)

Good Omens: Muriel, Aziraphale, Crowley, Gabriel & Beelzebub (Unlabeled and NB/Genderqueer), Nina & Maggie (Lesbian)

Helluva Boss: Blitz (Bi & Polyamorous), Stolas (Gay), Sallie May (Trans), Fizzarolli (Gay), Ozzie (Pan?)

Hazbin Hotel: Angel (Gay), Vaggie (Lesbian), Charlie & Cherri Bomb (Bi), Alastor (Aro-Ace), Husker (Pan)

POCASTS!!!!

Welcome To Nightvale: Cecil Palmer, Carlos, Charles, Kevin (Gay), Earl Harlan, Jackie Fierro (Queer), Josh Crayton (Bi)

The Magnus Archives: Jonathan Sims (Asexual/Biromantic) Martin Blackwood (Gay), Melanie King (Lesbian), Georgie Barker & Timothy Stoker (Bi)

Red Valley: Gordon Porlock (Gay), Aubrey Wood & Hester Hiyashi (Cant find canon identities for them but they're a WLW couple lol)

[The Penumbra Podcast]

Junoverse: Juno Steel (nobinary/trans/bi) Peter Nureyev (Gay), Jet Siquliak (Aro-Ace), Rita (Aromantic), Vespa Ilkay (Trans), Buddy Aurinko (Lesbian)

Second Citadel: Lord Arum, Sir Damien (Bi, Polyamorous), Rilla (Polyamorous), Sir Caroline(Lesbian), Quanyii (Lesbian & Genderfluid), Sir Talfryn (Aro-Ace), Ale & Sir Angelo (Queer)

[thearconiaads]

𝙒𝙀𝙇𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙄𝘼 !

the arconia is a grand and luxurious apartment building in new york city, home to the wealthy and powerful. behind its elegant walls, residents hide secrets—affairs, betrayals, and even crimes. when a shocking death shakes the building, suspicion spreads. in the arconia, luxury has a dark side, and no one is truly safe. -- ❜

damien lee, a junior associate at blackwood & carmichael law offices, was last seen at a valentine’s day party at the arconia. witnesses recall him involved in a heated argument with an unidentified individual shortly before he vanished. anyone with information about his whereabouts is urged to contact the new york city police department at 1(800) 839-2814 or email __missingpersons@nypd-info.com.

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[ao3feed-jonmartin]

quick visit

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cBKarJ8 by Literally the therapy AU everyone wants: jonathan sims gets therapy post episode 200 (at least, according to the vague descriptions of two strangers in a therapist's office in protocol) Words: 2563, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast), The Magnus Protocol (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Damien (from TMAGP Ep 17) Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: post-episode 200, Location: Somewhere Else (The Magnus Archives), Alternate Universe, episode 200 content, Brief Mention of Blood, Therapy, Jonathan Sims Gets Therapy, therapy au, Major character death tag is for those who might interpret episode 200 in certain ways, but I don't know read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cBKarJ8

[books-in-a-storm]

Snowflake Book Review’s

Title: Royal Bastards MC: Ankeny, IA #8 Facet

Author: Kristine Allen

Pages:194

Snowflake Rating:❄❄❄(3/5)

Synopsis:I’m Damien “Facet” Blackwood—tech guru for the Ankeny RBMC. Love is bullsh*t. My mother and her two thousand husbands were enough to convince me. Give me my computers any day of the week. Until Willow. Victim of a black market adoption, she wanted our help to find her biological parents. From the second I laid eyes on her, I wanted her, but I couldn’t touch her. It would only lead to heartache. Then one night I killed a man and my entire world turned upside down. I wasn’t who I thought I was—hell, I wasn’t what I thought I was—and it seemed the people who should’ve protected me only used me. In a moment of weakness, Willow pushed me too far and I made her mine. Now despite being the biggest danger to her, I can’t let her go. With secrets and enemies pouring out of the woodwork, I might need to embrace the very darkest part of myself. Because if I don’t, none of us may survive.

[donnetellotheturtle]

Spider Bo Spider Bo Does Whatever A Spider Bo Does

Chapter 1

Bo stretched as they crawled out of bed. Sorcha was cooking, they could smell it. They did their morning routine and got dressed in a nice suit, combing their hair before coming downstairs.

“Cooking pancakes?” They asked.

Sorcha looked over, his twin chuckling as she shoved a plate in their hand and threw a pancake in it. She plated her own and the two sat down at the kitchen table.

“You look nice.” Sorcha said as she bit into a pancake.

“Got a job interview.”

“Already?”

“Yeah. It’s that science lab. They need a secretary.” Bo ate a quarter of their pancake in one bite.

“Doesn’t seem your style.”

“Jobs are my style. Especially if it’s not fast food…tired of coming home smelling like nuggets. Plus this pays more.”

She nodded. “When do you have to be there?”

“An hour. Can I take the car?”

“Better than a skateboard.”

They shoved the rest of the food in their mouth and saluted as they grabbed the keys and walked out the door.

The drive over was uneventful except for seeing a possum cross the road before leaving their neighborhood. They named the possum Frank.

They parked in the building parking lot known as Blackwood industries.

They carefully combed down their hair and adjusted their suit. They took a deep breath before getting out of the car.

The lab was nice, walls covered with different scientists with different projects Bo had never heard of. There was a woman sitting at a desk typing something. Her nametag read Lillian.

“excuse me.”

She looked up.

“I’m looking for Mr. Harker. Im here for the job interview.”

She smiled. “Third floor, two doors down from the elevator.” She pointed to it in the corner.

“Thank you.”

Lillian nodded, going back to her work.

Bo took the elevator up. It opened into a lab space where there were people working on different projects.

Bo looked around in wonder and then someone crashed into them, knocking them to the ground.

They blushed as they looked up at a handsome man. Around their age, dark skin, braided hair, bright blue eyes.

“Oh my god.” He said, and Bo could see that reddish tint on his face as well. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean-I-Um”

Bo chuckled. “I-Its okay. Um…could you get up?”

“I-Yes I’m sorry.” He pulled himself off the floor and then offered Bo a hand who took it and was pulled up. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Im fine.”

“M-My names Link.” He held out his hand to shake. Bo took it.

“Bo. Um are you-“

“Mx Caldwell.”

The two looked over. Mr. Harker was standing there.

“Oh. Hello.” Bo smiled nervously. “I’m sorry I bumped into-“

“I saw the whole thing. Mr. Herrons, please go back to work. We have an interview to conduct in my lab.”

“Sorry sir. Nice meeting you Bo.”

Bo smiled and walked Link walk off.

“Come along.”

Bo followed Mr. Harker through the lab space into a private office area. Bo looked around.

The space was filled with spiders. They all had habitats along the walls and seemed to be well fed.

“This is my passion project. Spiders are amazing creatures. Most of my experiments are about understanding these creatures. As I saw, you met Mr. Herrons, he’s based a few experiments off electricity.”

“That’s so cool.”

“As my secretary you’d keep track of all my calls, schedule meetings and appointments, and be the go between for me and the other scientists who work under me.”

“That doesn’t sound bad.”

Bo’s leg felt itchy. They resisted the urge to scratch it.

“Your off days would be Thursday through Saturday, 4 weeks of paid vacation…I read through your resume. It’s very impressive.”

Bo blushed. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, sir.”

“During highschool you interned under your uncle, Damien Caldwell is that correct?”

Bo nodded. “I didn’t want this job because of him.”

“I contacted your uncle.” He continued. “He gave me a glowing review…you helped him figure out how to make a similar serum to a spiders web. Strong enough to hold a person. While it’s still in the works your work on that project was a turning point…why didn’t you pursue it?”

Bo swallowed hard. They had expected all the normal interview questions but not this.

“I…me and my sister needed to put food on the table and get a roof over our heads. Didn’t have time, I guess.”

“I understand. I would love to have you on my team.”

The itching was up their back now. They tried not to squirm.

“Really?”

“As both a secretary and consultant. One good internship doesn’t make a scientist, but your creative way of thinking would be a valuable asset.”

Something sharp hit the back of Bos neck. Bo yelled, making Mr. Harkens raise an eyebrow.

“Ahh I’m so excited!” They said, then rubbed their neck. Their fingers brushed against something which fell off in a second. They smiled nervously.

“Great to hear it. Mx. Caldwell, welcome to Blackwood industries.”

The two shook hands.

“You start in two weeks. Get all your affairs in order. You’ll be sent an email for all your bank information.”

“T-Thank you sir.”

He nodded. “Have a good day.”

Bo smiled and left the room, grinning.

Mr. Harker saw a spider on the table. He offered a hand to it and it crawled up his arm to his shoulder. He smiled.

Bo walked back through the hallway.

“Hey. How’d it go?” Link looked over.

Bo smiled. “I got the job.”

“Tha-That’s great.”

“…do you always stutter?”

Link chuckled. “only around certain people.”

Bo smiled a bit, then swallowed hard. It felt like a knot had formed in their throat.

“you alright?”

The lights were so bright. They blinked hard as the sounds of the building suddenly rushed to their ears. Every air conditioner, electrical outlet, even cars outside.

“Bo?”

They looked up at Link and the world swam. “I…don’t feel good.”

They didn’t know how but they ended up in links arms.

“You’re burning up.”

Their mouth went dry.

“I’m gonna take you home.”

“C-Call Sorcha.”

Their hands felt wet and clammy as they handed him their phone. Something was wrong. They breathed shakily.

They didn’t process much after that. The world was blurred. One moment they were in their car, Link saying something they didn’t process the next they were being carried into a hospital. The next Sorcha holding their hand as an IV went into their system.

Then everything went dark.

“Bo...Bo!”

They were in an endless expanse of darkness. They looked around. Who was calling their name? They sounded so far away.

“Bo!”

The voice was unfamiliar but comforting.

“Who are you?” Bo called.

“Bo!” The voice repeated. “I can’t see you.”

“Hello?”

Bo saw a flash of light in the distance. They started heading towards it.

“I can’t see you.”

Bo started running as the light became brighter. “Who are you!?”

Bo gasped awake.

“Bo!”

They looked over and saw Sorcha. She smiled in relief. “I’m glad you’re awake.”

“Chacha, where are we?”

“Hospital. Your friend took you here, and called me.”

“…Who?”

“Hey.” They looked over and saw link who was holding sodas and snacks. “Youre awake.”

Bo nodded. “How long…”

“A week. The doctors didn’t know what was wrong with you though.”

Bo stared at him. “…You stayed?”

Link nodded.

They blinked hard, their head starting to pound.

“Lets get a doctor in here.” Sorcha said.

It was two full days of testing and monitoring before they were allowed to go home. Link and Sorcha there to keep them company.

Finally they were allowed to go home when the headaches and pain subsided and the doctors said everything was back to normal.

Sorcha kept a close eye on them as they came back into the house.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“ChaCha, I’m fine.” Bo chuckled. “Now it’s my night to cook dinner. Are you gonna hover over me the whole time or am I gonna have to lock you in your room?”

Sorcha rolled her eyes. “Fine. But if anything goes wrong I’m taking over.”

Bo rolled their eyes as they walked into their room, going to change.

They pulled off their shirt as they looked in the mirror. Then paused.

Did they have some muscle?

Bo felt their arm and found that yes, they had some. Which was weird cause they never exercised in their life.

“The hell?”

“Bo uncle damiens on the phone!” Sorcha called.

Bo threw on a clean shirt and ran to the kitchen.

“How they doing?” Damien asked from the other side.

“Oh you can ask them yourself.” Sorcha grinned and handed Bo the phone. They glared at her a bit before speaking.

“Hey.”

“Hey kiddo. I heard you got the job. How you feeling?”

“Im completely fine. The doctors said so. Probably just too many over night shifts in a row.”

“Well im excited to see you put that brain to good use. It’s about time.”

“…You didn’t pull any strings, did you?”

“Other than giving you a glowing review, all of which was true, no. That’s all you kiddo.”

“Thanks. Why don’t you come over for dinner tomorrow? We’ll make your favorite.”

“How could I say no? I’ll see you two then. I love you.”

“Love you!” both Sorcha and Bo said before hanging up.

“…You look freaked out.” Sorcha said, raising an eyebrow.

“…I have muscles.”

Sorcha gave them a confused look.

Bo pulled off their shirt, letting it fall. Or at least they tried to. It stuck to their hand. They shook it, trying to get it off.

“That isn’t funny.”

“Its stuck.” Bo used their other hand to try and pull it off only to find that, that hand was stuck. “What the hell!?”

“Don’t rip that shirt.”

“you try getting it off then.”

Sorcha rolled her eyes and grabbed the shirt, tugging, only to discover she couldn’t pull it off either. “Okay what the fuck.”

“That’s what I’m saying!”

Sorcha grabbed onto the edges of the shirt. “on three. One…two…three!”

The two pulled apart and Bo stumbled back and onto the wall, their hands sticking to it. “Huh.”

“What?”

Bo smiled and climbed up the wall, onto the ceiling.

Sorcha screamed.

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A03

[heizlut]

Deklan Blackwood (26)

Background:

The Blackwoods are believed to be descendants of the original settlers who vanished in 1843. The family carries the Death Mark which a strange birthmark that resembles an X. This mark has been passed down through generations, and those who bear it are said to be more susceptible to the town’s dark forces. Deklan has the mark on the left side of his chest, a constant reminder of his family’s cursed legacy.

Deklan and Damien's childhood was defined by their father's descent into madness and their mother's tragic death. While Damien was traumatized and developed a fierce, protective streak, Deklan took a different path. He learned to mask his fear and pain with charm and manipulation, quickly realizing that he could use his charisma to his advantage.

Their grandfather, Henry Blackwood, took in both boys after their parents' deaths. Henry's strict and secretive nature only fueled Deklan’s desire to rebel and control his own destiny. Unlike Damien, who immersed himself in survival skills and the town's dark lore, Deklan sought power through social dominance and manipulation.

From a young age, Deklan exhibited a sadistic streak. He enjoyed playing mind games with other children, exploiting their fears and weaknesses for his amusement. His charm and good looks made it easy for him to manipulate others, and he relished the control he could exert over them. He often toyed with his brother Damien as well, though he never crossed the line into outright cruelty. Their relationship was complicated, with Deklan oscillating between genuine care and sadistic teasing.

As Deklan grew older, his manipulative tendencies evolved. He became a notorious player, using his charisma to seduce and discard women and men with little regard for their feelings. His conquests were many, and his reputation as a heartbreaker spread throughout Blackwood Hollows. Despite his superficial charm, there was always a dark edge to his interactions, a sense that he derived pleasure from the emotional turmoil he caused.

Unlike Damien, who delved deeply into the town's cursed history in a bid to understand and perhaps break the curse, Deklan saw the town’s dark secrets as tools to further his own ends. He used his knowledge of the supernatural to intimidate and manipulate others, gaining influence and power in a place where fear was a constant companion.

Despite his sadistic nature, Deklan maintained a relatively decent relationship with Damien. He viewed his younger brother as a useful ally, someone who could handle the physical dangers of the town while he dealt with the social and psychological aspects. They often worked together, with Damien’s brute strength and Deklan’s cunning forming a formidable combination.

Deklan's sadistic teasing of Damien was always tempered by a twisted form of affection. He genuinely cared for his brother, in his own way, and would step in to protect him if needed. However, he couldn’t resist pushing Damien’s buttons, enjoying the reactions he could provoke.

At 26, Deklan is a master manipulator, using his charm and knowledge of Blackwood Hollows’ dark history to maintain his grip on the town’s social dynamics. He is feared and respected, a figure who navigates the town's supernatural threats with ease. He also has his own home that is a small, worn down cabin.

Meeting You:

You just moved to Blackwood Hollows to get away from city life. The surroundings are a little eerie and your neighbors are a bit strange. You're not sure of your way around just yet, but thank god Deklan is here to help...right?

link to chat with him

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๋࣭ ⭑My 70s Boarding School DR ...๋࣭ ⭑

╰┈➤Damien Whitmore, the golden boy...

"Boarding school’s just a fancy way of saying ‘your parents paid to get rid of you.’"

Damien Whitmore—charming, reckless, and entirely too clever for his own good. He’s the kind of boy who always has a cigarette tucked behind his ear, a unprompted snarky comment ready for any occasion, and a knack for slipping out after curfew without ever getting caught. If Barton Academy has a legend, it’s him—the golden boy with a tarnished halo, the heir to a family name that means everything and nothing at all. ๋࣭ ⭑

⌞The Friend Group; ⌝

"Blackwood Academy doesn’t have a ‘most wanted’ list, but if it did, we’d be the top eight."

Damien Whitmore’s inner circle isn’t just a friend group—it’s an institution. Eight boys, each a legend in his own right, bound together by boredom, bad ideas, and the kind of loyalty that gets people expelled.

There’s Theo Lancaster, the quiet one who knows too much, with ink-stained hands and a brain sharp enough to cut. Avery Sinclair, heir to a scandal-ridden empire, all arrogance and perfectly pressed shirts. Jem Holloway, the golden boy with a gambler’s grin and a talent for talking his way out of trouble. Kit Carmichael, Damien’s right-hand disaster, a thrill-seeker who never learned to back down. Sebastian "Bash" Moreau, the French import with a wicked sense of humor and a cigarette always in hand. Oliver Hayes, polite in front of teachers, deadly behind closed doors, the kind of boy who collects secrets like playing cards. Rory Calloway, effortlessly charming, a poet at heart but a devil when the lights go out.

They’re the reason the faculty keeps extra whiskey in their desks. The reason Barton's rules are written in pencil, because they’ll be rewritten by morning. The reason everyone watches their step, because crossing one of them means crossing them all.

Barton Academy;

Nestled behind iron gates and surrounded by fog-drenched woods, Barton isn’t just any school. It’s a sanctuary for the rich, the rebellious, and the troubled—all wrapped in one tailored uniform. The marble halls echo with the footsteps of generations of boys who came here with bright futures and left with twisted legacies.

The headmaster keeps a tight grip on his empire, though he’s lost count of the number of rules bent, broken, or flat-out ignored. Barton’s isn’t about learning. It’s about who you are when you leave. The rich bloodlines, the whispered names, the generations of power that trace back to those who built the school—it’s all a game, and everyone’s playing for keeps.

From the meticulously kept dorms to the cold stone courtyard where old secrets are buried, Barton’s is a pressure cooker for the privileged. Here, it’s about surviving the system, owning the legacy, and making your mark before the world forgets your name. Because if you don’t make it out of here with a story worth telling, you might as well not have come at all.

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Letters of the Heart by CJ Chase

Letters of the Heart by CJ Chase Ellie James never expected her daughter’s innocent letters to her boss, Damien Blackwood, to spark a journey that would change their lives. Determined to bring joy to the reserved and serious CEO, young Sophia’s heartfelt notes become the bridge that leads Ellie and Damien to a love neither thought possible. Damien Blackwood has kept his life carefully guarded,…

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๑🩵๑NEW RELEASE๑🩵๑ இ ☠️ FACET ☠️இ Series: Royal Bastards MC 🔥 Ankeny, IA Chapter 🔥 Author: Kristine Allen Photographer: Jean Maureen Woodfin Photography Model: Matias Gonzalez Cover Designer: Gchelle Designs

I’m Damien “Facet” Blackwood—tech guru for the Ankeny RBMC. Love is bullsh*t. My mother and her two thousand husbands were enough to convince me. Give me my computers any day of the week.

Until Willow. Victim of a black market adoption, she wanted our help to find her biological parents. From the second I laid eyes on her, I wanted her, but I couldn’t touch her. It would only lead to heartache.

Then one night I killed a man and my entire world turned upside down. I wasn’t who I thought I was—hell, I wasn’t what I thought I was—and it seemed the people who should’ve protected me only used me.

In a moment of weakness, Willow pushed me too far and I made her mine. Now despite being the biggest danger to her, I can’t let her go.

With secrets and enemies pouring out of the woodwork, I might need to embrace the very darkest part of myself. Because if I don’t, none of us may survive.

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