#damien tag i guess

[albireon]

more of the sillies

[idk-imtired-dontask]

I just…

I tried to make it scary. It’s the first time for me okay? Hope it’s scary enough…

Anyway, here is the drawing of just Damien :))

Spoopy…

[courtneycottontail]

The new Total Drama season is really awesome

[witchhazelevesque]

the side missing from the circle (pt 1)

He was fine playing along with the punch line. It reminds him of his abusive foster mother Teresa, and the one psychology class he took where they talked about what love bombing is, because many of the campers have been pairing punches with hugs and cheek kisses.

He was fine to smile through it, because obviously, this wasn't a situation where he could reason his way out. They aren't in the mood to listen to his explanations, and the quickest way out, the cleanest way out is to pretend that he finds it funny too.

And he was fine with that. He was fine with helping Apollo figure out his next steps and getting out of camp, because most of the people he wanted to see weren't even here. It was good to see Percy and Buford and his siblings, but he has to find the rest of his family, Jason and Piper, Hazel and Frank. So, he was perfectly content to just smile and then leave.

But then one of the kids takes his turn hitting him and then… goes to get back in line. Leo jokingly complains about this, because he's good at turning grievances into jokes. He thinks maybe Nico and all his organizational skills and take no bullshit attitude that's kept the line running so smoothly this far would do something about this breach of conduct, but no, he doesn't.

Across the picnic table from him, Apollo asks, "Do you even know Damien?"

Leo shakes his head with an exaggerated expression of 'can you believe this guy?’

Apollo, ever polite, says, "Damien White, son of Nemesis. I think he showed up this fall."

Oh, he showed up at camp after the Argo II had sailed.

Leo jumps up from the table and catches Damien before he can reach the end of the line. He lightly places a hand on Damien's shoulder to get his attention and when he turns around Leo stands on his toes to whisper something in his ear. Leo's hands cup Damien's ear, so no one can see what he's saying, but the expression on Damien's face speaks volumes. His smile stiffens then drops and he turns pale, his eyes wide and unfocused.

When Leo's finished with whatever it is he had to say, he rests back on his heels, looking up at the other boy with a smile that looks completely benign, playful and lighthearted. Damien just turns his head to look at him with those wide eyes then pushes through the crowd to leave the central green.

Everyone has been watching, the humorous, edgy mood bleeding into discomfort and unease. It only gets worse when Leo just watches Damien go without a change of expression. Then turns back to the rest of the assembled campers and seeing that most have stepped out of line, he asks, "So, who was next?"

His smile looks more like the kind he used to have when doing something wild, the kind that unnerves people and prickles at their latent danger instinct.

The rest of the campers exchange looks with each other, the mood completely gone, and kind of mutter about how they're glad he's okay and that he's a real jerk for doing that to them, but they all disperse.

Leo turns his smile to Nico then, still standing there holding the number dispenser. He doesn't look cowed, just annoyed and suspicious.

"What did you say to Damien?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Leo says, as he passes by on his way back to the picnic table.

Nico's not going to admit it, but yeah, Leo's right.

Pt 2

[gaymingintrovert]

Got this real angsty story idea where DA reader thinks Actor Mark is Damien at first because Actor stole his body and because they think he’s so unmistakably Damien and before they know it they’re trapped with Actor

[cupioriot]

just finished chap. 22 of the second heaven officials blessing book and like. idk maybe this is just me personally but.

from what i know so far, do i think qi rong deserved to have his ass beat? yeah sure. did it have to be that gruesome? what the fuck no

[arklay]

tagged by @leviiackrman @denerims @shadowglens @risingsh0t & @indorilnerevarine to make some of my oc pairings in this picrew – thank you guys so much ily! ♡

🐍 diana afanasyeva x 🕶️ albert wesker (re)  💋 ada wong x ⛓️ damien maynard (re) 🌻 mehlia tabris x ⚔️ zevran arainai (da) 🚁 dani haines x 🕊️ claire redfield (re)

tagging: @aartyom @aelyosos @brujah @calenhads @faarkas @girlbosselrond @jillvalcntines @lightwardens @morvaris @narshadda @nocticulas @noonfaerie @nuclearstorms @reaperkiller @snowthroat @solasan @steelport @stormveils @swordcoasts @voerman @wrymbloods & anyone else who’d like to do this! i feel like everyone’s been tagged, but if you haven’t then i’m tagging you! ♡

[franinconverse]

Trying not to be mad at the WWE/AEW landscape right now...

[knightinink]

Okay here’s a bunch of old sp art (+ a random outdated fursona ref)

Mostly Dip (surprising to no one), an outdated first design of demon lord Damien, & an adult mer Damien design from 2022 mermay.

[southerndragontamer]

Egotober Day 19: Silver

There was something about looking into mirrors that just made Partner -that was all they remembered being called, they couldn’t have a name or anything else like Friend or Captain could they?- uncomfortable. They didn’t know why either…it would’ve made getting dressed a nightmare if they didn’t have one that didn’t stop at the neck. Their hair getting done was managed with a smaller one that they held above their forehead.

But they’d often heard that they were beautiful and gorgeous though they didn’t know how to take the compliment when they couldn’t exactly see it for themselves. But Partner had also been told that their eyes were silver, like glass. Like a mirror….that they changed color but there was always a ring of silver around the edge.

It left them simultaneously flustered and also nervous to hear this. Conflicted. It made them wonder how others saw them. What was reflected…Partner’s mind went back to their encounters with a pair of strangers on the last adventure they’d had with their friend…

One classically tall, dark and handsome in a white suit that he’d traded in for black at some point…he was so frustrated at them but not angry, his eyes were black at first glance but they had gotten a close look last time. When he’d cornered them against his desk, when he’d pressed close to them as their ears rang from the darkness creaking and their face heated up from how his deep voice rumbled close to their ear. His eyes had bits of red, blue and purple swirled throughout the black, like obsidian. They were so pained those eyes…angry but not necessarily at them.

Whatever Partner had done to upset him they wanted to fix it, they wanted to make it right-they couldn’t as much as they wished to, nothing could fix a broken mirror-they wanted to stay with him and help. But they’d been called by someone…someone in red…and it all got fuzzy…

The other man was the first’s opposite with his hair messier, in a pink shirt and khakis and suspenders. He was like a big puppy on a sugar rush Partner decided. He had pulled them close to him, talking about an interview they couldn’t remember. His eyes were pink, different shades of it almost spiraled or cracked with a sweet dark brown like whiskey. He was very warm, affectionate and unaware of personal space but not in a creepy way. He’d chuckled when they’d flushed, voice a low, sweet drawl.

They had the thought that though pink suited him the Afro had been too much-when had he worn an Afro? How had they known that? Why did the way he got confused easily or trailed off like he couldn’t think of words make their heart ache?- They’d been about to answer, fascinated and eager but again they’d seen the man in red and everything got….fuzzy…

What Partner couldn’t figure out…was why they looked so familiar. They could swear they’d known them. As they concentrated there were flashes, memories that were so fragmented and scattered that they couldn’t place the events clearly.

On a date with a friend who could’ve been, was more? It felt like both at once and made their head hurt, a man wrapped in darkness spoke like he knew them and offered his hand to them, the sound of gunfire made them want to scream but they had no voice-and then the taste of ice cream as they sat with their date like nothing happened….

A manor filled with levity for the first time in years, old friends making up for lost time….a tragedy and suspicion and emotions boiled over as pain filled their being. As they felt a man trying to frantically slow the bleeding as his mind fractured, blue and red spirits grabbed their hands as everything went dark and a mirror shattered like opened ripples in the universe….

Being in a museum after midnight, security distracted around the shadowed exhibits…brazen curiosity and ignorance. The sight of a crystal that felt familiar, out of place…the shadowed man again, being told they’d likely seen him a hundred times and just forgotten it…the chaotic man that was broken yet whole spoke with more knowledge of things than he understood….

A spaceship stuck in a loop, the weight of being tasked with stopping something that could end the universe….the power that came from being able to travel dimensions, a crystal glowing in their hand. Going in again and again and again-desperate to find a way to get everyone alive, everyone safe as familiar faces whirled around in their head and haunted them…as the opened ripples of the universe looked like a shattered mirror…

Partner-where they Partner? Or Friend? Or Captain? Who were they? Why didn’t they have a name?-gasped for air like a surfaced diver. Tears ran down their cheeks, pain and grief and regret and guilt engulfed them like a tidal wave for all they’d lost, the feeling of being more than what they were, more than who they thought they were began to feel sickening as they clutched their head.

A door creaked open, the sound made them jump and they whirled around only to freeze. It was Mark-but it couldn’t be Mark was kind, he was gentle always had been, who was this that had taken his face? Who was in his body?- the actor in their friend’s skin-boyfriend? What was their relationship again? What loop was this?- smiled at them, his voice was like oil slick, it made them think of a snake coiling around poisoned prey.

“Oh Partner, what’s wrong? Did you have a bad dream? Don’t worry, I’m here. I can take the pain away just trust me~”

As much as the words made them want to vomit, as much as they wanted to smack the actor-how long had he been playing with them like this? How many times had he done this when they’d remembered, when they’d gotten close? How many times had he pulled them from happiness with Dark, with Will or someone else?- Partner couldn’t make themselves move as he wrapped them in his arms. As he held them close in a facsimile of a lover.

“Shhh, Shh I know it hurts. Don’t worry, it’ll go away soon. When you wake up, I have an idea for a project you can help me with Hmm? A Heist…it’ll be fun I promise….”

Their head ached, it felt like someone driving broken glass to fit in a way it wasn’t ever meant to and they wanted to scream-it felt like a million different people screamed with them, screaming in rage and denial and defiance- but it wouldn’t leave their throat. Everything slid into darkness as the actor’s words slithered into their ear with twisted affection. As silver shards reflected back a sickening, decaying red…before the mirror shattered again.

[chexie]

Hey, it’s me, the Interdimensional Gateway girl.

I wanted to post some Darkside content, but Chapter 9 of Gateway is (Unsurprisingly) Not Done, so I did some drawing instead

And instead of drawing actual canon characters, I finally decided to give a visual on our two favourite non-canon family members,

I’m so sorry if you haven’t read Gateway, But you totally should if you haven’t.

[transexualbutchfagdyke]

tell me about Damien the OC

YESS. HAPPILY

Damien!!! he's a homeless punk skateboarder who's in a relationship w my other oc Cameron <3 he was kicked out of his house at 18 and now no longer has any contact with his parents, only family member he still talks to is his brother, who let's him crash on his couch if need be. He mostly lives in his Volkswagen van w Cameron now :3

[kozsilykave]

loiking at old wips... oh... oh artemis is just so adorable... 😓💔 un perriquito.... 🩷 ignore damien i was gonna scribble him but whatever faggot ❤️ wait hes actually kind of hot ughh.... ❤️

the first and second artstyles ATE oh m godd ik i was probably thinking man!! i really hate this style!! but looking back, naw pookie it was cute ❤️ OKAY IMA PLAY SOME GAMES NOW LAWL BYE ME MYSELF AND I AGAHHH!!!! 🦄🗣🦅🦭

[the1bidding]

Damien would be unstoppable in the modern era let me tell you. But yet it is only 1973 and he still has those phones with the curly wires when everyone has the new hit Motorola DynaTAC 8000X, the first ever handheld phone

[derelictlovefool]

The Rain Fell My Love and So Too Did We

Pairing(s): Sybil x Eliad

Summary: The fateful night Damien lost his parents they also lost him.

Thunder cracked violently in the night, lightning struck the wet earth alongside the angry pellets of rain and the crackle of burning trees was near silent under the assault. Sybil's dress dragged in the mud, torn by branches and scorched by flames as she raced through her burning forest. She knew this had been coming, she'd felt it in the hollows of the wood and the dirt of her garden, but she was hoping she'd have more time to prepare. It seemed fate had a different plan for her family, the cruel hand it was dealing them now had no sympathy from her tortured heart.

The sight of the home she'd built with her husband being nothing but a pile of charred wood and shattered stone was too much to bear. She sobbed, anger and sorrow clouding her eyes as she screamed at the wretched scene, cursing the demon offspring who'd done this. He was still in her forest, her home. Eliad had led him away as she took their son, hid him in attempts to protect him from the attack they were currently under. Her hands still trembled as she remembered Damien's big Golden eyes staring at her as the willow closed around him, the enchanted bark untouched by the flames and hidden from any demons searching eyes.

She would see her son again, once her and Eliad took care of this intruder, they would fetch him and return to Eliad's kingdom where they would be safe from any further onslaught.

"Sybil."

The rich voice of her husband beckoned her, from across the valley, closer to the mountains. She pushed herself off her knees, away from the burnt remains of their home. She raised her hands, a purple aura bursting to life like the embers around her. In seconds she was by Eliads side, forming a protective barrier in front of the both of them and blocking a burst of green flames. Eliad's large, warm hands were on her in seconds, pushing back her hair and cupping her bruised cheek on his palm. His crimson eyes bled with fury and he pressed his forehead against hers.

"My love." His voice wavered, an apology in between the syllables. She placed her hand over his, pressing a kiss to his bloody lips. The sight of his own bloody and bruised face fueled the flames of her own rage and once she parted from him she locked her violet eyes with his.

"To the end of the universe." She uttered sternly, a recanting of their vows as an obnoxious cackle boomed above them.

"And into the next." He replied, determination blooming his eyes as they both shared a smile. Together they could withstand this, they could make it to the other side. Another kiss, more passionate, a push for the upcoming battle. They were ready.

"Oh how sweet, I'm going to puke." The demon hovering above them grinned, a twisted snake-like smile with razor teeth and a bloody promise in his eyes.

"If you're done love birds could we perhaps get back to me killing you?" The demon didn't wait for an answer, flooding their vision with that green fire. It cracked against the protective barrier and Sybil grunted, raising her arms in attempts to put more strength behind it. He was strong, she was only hoping not stronger than Eliad.

Eliad, as of reading her mind, pressed forward—leaping into the air and over her barrier. His chromatic black wings burst from his back and carried him toward the demon, he summoned his sword and swung it at the red headed beat's throat. The demon dodged and Sybil took the moment to change her barrier to pointed arrows, shooting them at him in quick succession.

He laughed gleefully As he dodged them, even when one lodged into his calf he continued with his laughter. The sound echoed, multiple voices within the cruel sound as he set the arrows in fire and redirected them back to Sybil. Eliad went from him with his sword again and Sybil batted away the arrows with a burst of energy. If she could summon herself wings this would feel more like an even fight, she didn't like Eliad being so close to him on his own.

She created platforms for herself to run up, trying to get as close as she could. She tried a spell, directing explosive bouts of energy towards the demon as Eliad kept him on the defensive. The demon grinned and within a blink of the eye he was behind Eliad, the explosives going off and sending her husband teetering to the side in surprise. She reacted quickly, forming a barrier behind him as the demon attempted to spear him, this wiped the smile off his face for a moment, an annoyed frown present for only a second. He was gone again and Sybil summoned a wheel of blade to surround herself, in case he was targeting her.

Eliad flew higher to see where he'd gone but he didn't reappear. The two breathed in ragged breaths, taking only a second to look at the other. The seconds ticked by and Sybil was on edge, keeping herself still and trying to call upon the sight of her dying forest. She couldn't sense him, couldn't see him. Frustration bit at her tongue and she cursed under her breath.

As if the words were a summoning chant a rush of air ran up Sybil's back, she turned as if in slow motion. Emerald eyes greeted her, nothing but blood lust burning within them. A sharp pain followed and she heard Eliad cry out her name. Not one to waste opportunity she summoned a dagger and drove it into the middle of the overconfident demon's chest. He hissed and disappeared again, taking his spear with him and leaving a gaping hole in her side. She clutched her side with a sharp gasp, blood pouring out between her fingers and adding to the grime on her dress.

Eliad's hand covers hers, emanating a soft red glow as he attempts to heal her. Demon's didn't have healing magic however so it was more of a temporary bandage, to stop the blood until they could really deal with it and assess the damage. She leant back against his chest, doubling the amount of blade Wheels around them and bringing them in closer.

"Did you call for your guard?"

"They're all dead, I fear everyone in my kingdom is…" The pain in Eliad's voice squeezes at her heart and she feels her breath stolen away. How could one demon take down an entire demon kingdom? Was he of royal blood? What kind of lord would allow this type of one man assassination? There were rules, laws—

"That hurt you fucking bitch." That disgusting voice snarled behind them and Eliad whipped around quickly, a noise catching in his throat Sybil had never heard before. She tries to peer over her husband's shoulder but a blinding darkness covers the sky. She feels weightless for a moment, blind and barely able to see Eliad inches away from her. She grabs onto his shoulders, fitting between his wings as he curls them back to shield her. She feels her magic coursing through her veins in attempts to regulate her blood flow but she already felt fainter from the injury. She hadn't exerted much magic for a long time and it was having an effect.

An abnormal sound fills the abyss they were floating in, something akin to a thousand screams and snapping violin strings. It's piercing and painful and both Sybil and Eliad reach to cover their ears. A white hot pain comes with the sound and Sybil feels as through her eyes and ears might burst from it.

In a desperate attempt to escape she opens a portal, it's weak and small and she can't think long enough to see where it leads. All she knows is if she stays here another moment she'll die. She wraps her arms around Eliad and they drop into the portal, the sound stops and their bodies hit the earth roughly. They writhe for a moment on the ground, clinging to each other and gasping for breath. Eliad has blood trickling from his ears and nose and she feels a wetness coming from her eyes and mouth, the familiar metallic taste causing her to wince. She sobs, angry and tired as she curls into her husband.

Why was this happening to them? What had they done to deserve such an attack?

Eliad holds her as he takes in deep breaths, trying to steady the both of them. The silence is blissful but they don't know how long it will last. Eliad helps her to her feet and with shaky arms she tries to summon another portal. But her body protests, agony ripping through her core at the mere attempt to summon her magic. She gasps and falls to her knees, Eliad dropping to her side and catching her.

"Sybil, what's wrong?" He asks, out of breath and his voice scratchy. His hands hover over her wound but she shakes her head. It was something more than that.

"He did something to me, in that void, what did he do?" She sobbed, gasped for air and clutched her arms, leaning into Eliad's chest. She felt off, her body felt empty, like she'd been stranded in a desert for eternity and was only a husk.

Eliad's arms are the only thing keeping her together and he can only press a kiss to her hair and whisper promises that they'll be okay. But they won't be, they're in an unknown world without—

"Damien!" She cries, an ache far worse than anything forming in her chest. She grabs onto Eliad's arm as her upper body slumps forward, becoming parallel with her legs. 

"Our baby, he's still there—Eliad—he's alone!" She cries, unable to stop herself as she tries to feel for him. They aren't in her forest, they aren't in their world, he's gone and he's alone and she can only think of the fear in his golden eyes as she left him there.

"We'll get back to him my love, I promise you we'll find a way." Eliad's own voice is clogged with grief and he folds his chest over her, sobbing gently into her hair. She tries to raise her arms, tries to summon a portal again but her body is wracked with pain and Eliad's holds her as her violent screams turn into silent sobs. She had no idea where the demon had gone, if her son was safe. She fell limp against Eliad after hours of writhing, only fully becoming still as the exhaustion forced her into unconsciousness.

Her last coherent thought was a promise.

'I will come back for you my beloved boy, I will c you…'

[madds-is-ace-trash]

Nightwing why are you warring a cape? Well for the baby of course! Dcxdp

This takes place in the same universe as my fic Mother of the storm and her star child.

A few years have passed and Danny is completely settled in and moved to bulhaven with dick. Eventually around the time he’s Turing 9 he insists that he wants to go out at night with dick. Dick is hesitant but Danny insist, pointing out how his abilities would make him the perfect recon detective. Dick can no longer argue when Danny beats both Damian and Cass the first day of training and he is out out in the field.

Danny hose out in his ghost form and picks the name phantom because it feels right and now nightwing patrols with a bird if his very own for the first time in a while. Danny is very good on patrols, he sticks close to dick often clinging to him and hiding behind him when dick is interacting with people. He’ll often turn invisible but it still doesn’t fell like enough to dick. He quickly released that he missed the cape and the layer of securing it added when Damien was his Robin.

So nightwing starts wearing a cape, and the people of his city starts coming up with all sorts of theories for the sudden change. The range from him practicing because he’s taking over the cowl to him hiding new gadgets. Very few have seen Danny and those who have are often not believed because, “nightwing had glowing eyes under his cape!” Is not very believable.

He doesn’t wear the cape all the time just when he has Danny, the cape is long the outside is black but the inside has a blue and black feather design so it looks like wings when he glides. It has a feature where it retracts in to a role on his back when he need more freedom of movement. And I’m addition to the cape he now has an extra loop hanging form his belt for Danny to grab on to as the hop rooftops. (Danny can will him self to weigh nothing so dick tends to pull him along as he floats any way)

As the news of dicks sudden costume adjustment is circulating he has to come to the watchtower with B for a mission. Danny tags along hiding in his cape like all the Robin had before him with Bruce. Meanwhile Bruce is totally not going all mushy over his grandson he is totally normal about this. All of the Leagers keep giving dick looks.

Until flash finally ask

Wally: so um nightwing what’s with the cape? I thought you hated them?

Dick*with a bright smile across his face*: it’s for my shadow!

Wally: your shadow? How is a cape ganna hide your shadow.

Dick: no not my actual shadow it’s to hide my bird.

Diana: your bird?

*Dick flares one side of the cape revealing the feathered pattern underneath but nothing else is visible hidden under the cape*

Wally: I don’t se-

Dick: whistles like a bird call

Danny slowly fading in to view giving the league a small wave as he scrambles to hide behind dicks legs: Hello

Hal: really Bruce another one!?

Dick Smiling at the small boy in his cape before closing it : nope this one’s all mine!

Meanwhile John Constantine who is present for this mission is freaked the fuck out. Because that kid with the flowing white hair and glowing freckles is definitely not human. And worse than that from what he can sense it’s pretty darn powerful to. He watches as all of his coworkers are working to get the boy out from hiding cooing over him.

Clark: he’s looking a lot better nightwing

Wally: Waite you already new about him?

Clark: yes the boy is nightwings child I’m guessing he only is just now joining the team

Diana: what’s your name little one?

Danny poking his head out of the cape: phantom my name is phantom

Fuck why was that name familiar? Oh shit that’s right John had heard rumors of the new ghost king and a prince milling around the infinite realms this must be the little ghost prince. How the fuck did dick end up with him? Waite sups said that was dicks kid, hold did dick?

John: ha Oh my god! You crazy fucker you fucked the ghosts king!