#zamiel

[lowkeyartdemon]

Raps

Ft Juke- owned by @psyrapmafia

#myart #art #artwork #artist #Juke #Zamiel

[father-of-the-void]

The Wolf's Glen

#der freischütz #the wolf's glen #zamiel #kaspar #german #germany #german opera

[lokidaemonium]

A handful of inspos for Cutthroat bc im still thinking how to have his character make sense.

Zamiel was way easier bc i didnt set on a specific personality except that his whole style n aesthetic is early 2000s vkei and jrock inspired

#Cutthroat #Zamiel #Character ramble #Mytext #🔪 #🍑

[pleiadescrown]

also some centaur designs for zamiel....if aksis can be one why can't we (?

#destiny #pcs #sketches #zamiel 6

[psyrapmafia]

some psyrap sketch portraits (mace, skrapz, zamiel) and then mace again colored in.

#psyrap #psyraps #psyraptor #psyraptors #psychoraptor #psychoraptors #psyrap zamiel #zamiel the psyrap #psyrap mace #psyrap mason #mason the psyrap #mace the psyrap #skrapz the psyrap #skrapz the cyborg #psyrap skrapz #cyborg character #cyborg ocs #psyrap ocs #original characters #anthro psyraps #psyrap anthros #mason reardon #mace reardon

[fafnir19]

Twelfthtide

My reflection in the mirror revealed a man who had weathered life's hardships. My weary eyes held the weight of my struggles, and my once-dark hair now showed signs of thinning. The lines etched on my face were testament to my difficult path. Despite the weariness, a flicker of determination still burned in my eyes, a trace of resilience in the face of adversity. I strode through the bustling corridors of the office, a facade of confidence masking the unease simmering within me. Despite my efforts, I found myself ensnared in the sticky web of office politics, with no escape in sight. My direct manager at least seemed to value the dedication I poured into my work, but the looming shadow of the company owner’s, Montgomery Kolthard, disapproval hung over me like a shroud. As the days inched closer to the third Advent, I received a summons from my manager to his office. I tightened my grip on the strap of my briefcase, a sense of foreboding settling in the pit of my stomach. The words that followed shattered what little hope I clung to: the Weynsteen deal had collapsed, and with it, my employment. My protests fell on deaf ears, as the decision to let me go was handed down directly from Mr. Kolthard himself. Dejected, I wandered through the festively adorned streets, my thoughts a maelstrom of despair, when suddenly, a sharp impact sent me reeling into darkness. A speeding car changed everything.

I awoke in a hospital room, only to realize that I couldn't move anything below my neck. The doctor's words delivered the crushing blow—I was paralyzed. Despair settled over me like a suffocating blanket, and I couldn't see a way out of the darkness. The stale air of the hospital room did little to lift my spirits as I lay there, imprisoned by my own motionless form. It was on the night of St. Thomas, the longest and darkest night of the year, that my world twisted into something beyond comprehension. A figure emerged from the shadows, introducing himself as Zamiel. His presence sent shivers down my immobile frame, and I struggled against the urge to flee, though my limbs refused to respond. Zamiel's voice, smooth as silk but tainted with a sinister edge, shattered the silence as he made his proposition. "Do not fear," Zamiel's voice echoed through the room, "for I bring an offer that will unbind you from the shackles of your condition. I can restore your mobility, but in return, you must serve me for a few days every year." I struggled to comprehend his words, the weight of his proposal pressing down on me. "Serve you? How?" I managed to croak, my voice strained with disbelief. Zamiel's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light as he explained, "I conduct business with mortals, granting them their heart's desires in exchange for their souls. Your task will be to facilitate these transactions on my behalf. And fear not, for your own soul is not part of this bargain." Zamiel explaining that humans without souls did not make good bargains and hence, my soul was not part of the deal.

 A wary skepticism gnawed at my thoughts, but desperation grasped at the threads of my resolve. With a mixture of dread and fleeting hope, I accepted his terms, and Zamiel handed me a quill and a piece of parchment. "How shall I sign the parchment? I cannot even move!" I protested. Zamiel's chuckle sent a chill down my spine. "Ah, but you can move well enough to sign your name. The ability will be restored to you, should you agree." Suddenly I felt the sensation return to my hands. With trembling fingers, I pricked my thumb, and my blood dripped onto the parchment. With newfound strength, I signed the contract. Zamiel summarized the deal: "When the gates between worlds close on the Feast of Epiphany, you will no longer be paralyzed. In return, you will work for me every year from Holy Eve to the Epiphany!" The next morning, I thought that it was just a dream. The days blurred together, and soon it was Christmas Eve. While others reveled in festivities, I could only brood in my hospital bed, feeling like a mere shadow of my former self. The cheer around me only served to highlight the cavernous void within me.

On the morning of the Epiphany, I awoke to a new reality. I found myself in a vast, opulent bedroom adorned with dark, luxurious furnishings. The air was heavy with the scent of aged wood and incense, and the grandiose setting reflected a level of luxury I had never known. As I stumbled across the room to a lavish, ornate mirror, I caught sight of my reflection and I was struck by the transformation that had taken place. No longer the 47-year-old man worn down by life's tribulations, I was now a youthful, athletic figure with an air of sophistication far beyond my years. The room itself exuded an aura of grandeur, with intricate tapestries adorning the walls and an expansive view that stretched out onto the sprawling city below. On the nightstand lay a piece of parchment, aged and weathered, bearing the peculiar mark of a crimson wax seal. As I examined the parchment, the words etched upon it seemed to dance before my eyes: "Your former boss Montgomery Kolthard cannot bear children, but has desperately desired an heir for his business. I, Zamiel, have granted this wish. You are no longer Christian, but Lucius Kolthard, Montgomery's son. Remember our deal: from the Holy Night onward, you must perform your service." Armed with the knowledge of my newfound identity as Lucius Kolthard, Montgomery's long-awaited heir my days were filled with schmoozing at elite gatherings, draped in the finest attire, and basking in Montgomery's adoration.

Everything I had longed for was within my grasp, yet beneath the facade of grandeur, an unsettling unease festered, a constant reminder of the pact I had struck with Zamiel. As the days turned into weeks, I found myself entangled in the web of Montgomery's business affairs, receiving an insider's glimpse into the inner workings of his empire. It was a heady experience, to say the least. Montgomery, often cold and distant, doted on me with an almost doting affection, treating me like the son he had always yearned for. However, the more he idolized me, the more I felt the weight of the unspoken expectations resting on my shoulders. The grandeur of Christmas Eve arrived, and as the festivities ebbed away, I retreated to my opulent chamber.

It was there that an inexplicable urge drew me to the ornate mirror adorning the wall. Stepping through the ornate mirror, I found myself in Zamiel's realm — a breathtaking place adorned with marble and gold, a stark contrast from the opulence to which I had grown accustomed. Zamiel stood before me, his presence commanding yet strangely comforting. "Lucius," he intoned, his voice resonating through the chamber, "what a striking devil you've become. Those tight pants and cloak suit you well." Zamiel's eyes sparked with amusement as he added, "I must say, I quite like the horns." I watched as his gaze lingered on the horns that had materialized on my head, a sign of the Faustian bargain.

With a sardonic smile, he gestured for me to follow, promising to teach me the art of striking bargains and the alluring nature of collecting souls. Despite initial qualms, I found delight in crafting contracts that would cost my clients their souls. My negotiations became increasingly cunning, and I relished my service to Zamiel. Additionally, I enjoyed the company of the incubus demons. As I stepped back into the mortal realm on Twelfth Night, I looked forward to the events of the coming year, such as my graduation and a planned sailing trip. Yet, I also anticipated my next service to Zamiel from the Holy Night onwards.

#male tf #male transformation #old to young #magic tf #devil #christmas #age regression #twelfth night

[theskydoesgreatthingsnow]

Have just been stuck in an endless loop of whispering to my self all day: Cram Daniel, Slam Jamiels, Clam Blamiel, Ram Samuels, Wham Flamiels, Damn Scramiel, Pam Pamuels, Ham Plamiel, Ma’am Thamuels, Yam Spamiels, Glam Scamuels, Gram Dramiel, Cam Gamiels Tram Shamiels, Quam Zamiel …

#cram daniel #slam jamiel #clam blamiel #worlds beyond number #aabria iyengar

[mapsontheweb]

South America map, but with each country national football team’s shirt.

Creator: Zamiel Daza

#maps #south america #jerseys

[slapegg]

Our Patron requests this month are themed around Painting at the Salon.

Our first request was by Zamiel to see Labor entering into the battle of his life to be crowned Sins's cutest lead. Putting Labor in heels just seems so... not required.

[chromaji]

Bright when the team needs 3 songs playing at once but the team also needs them to be on the front line because their defense+HP is high enough BUT ALSO needs them to carry the DPS with the Zamiel Bow

#eo2hd playing #i got way too close to accidentally typing the zandiel bow #its honestly a miracle i havent accidentally called it that on stream

[lowkeyartdemon]

Your type of fun

#myart #art #artwork #artist #fanart #Zamiel #Psyeap #Psychoraptor

[the-singing-huntress]

What are Rip's kinks?

Now, Rip wasn’t inclined to easily telling her kinks.

“You’d just have to find out…if we choose to get to know eachother well enough.” She smiled, before walking off, holding her musket proudly in one hand as she sang her usual tunes of Kaspar, Zamiel and such.

Rip’s Kinks:

Gunplay

Bloodplay

Mouthplay

Ribbon cuffing(Using ribbons to bound someone’s hands)

Vampire play, but it’s real. And she won’t hesitate to bite.

#nsft #hellsing smut #hellsing #rip van winkle #hellsing rip van winkle #hellsing roleplay #hellsing rp #roleplay #hellsing ultimate #roleplay blog #ask van winkle #anime

[biancapriv]

boyfriend na mala minghao, shua, jungwon, jay, jungkook, soobin, zamiel, raoul, iñigo, vincentius, ali, at hades cutie

[littlemissluxiey]

"please, stop the shouting baby we won't solve this"- Zamiel

Ganito dapat.

[goodgrammaritan]

Neal: What's the matter, love? Did they wear you out with their exuberant welcome?

Kel: I broke up a brawl, sorted out a few quarrels--why in Mithros's name do they keep coming to me?

Neal: Because they trust you. They look up to you.

Zamiel: They know you'll be fair... I hear them talk. I believe they think it's impossible for anyone to write and listen at the same time. They missed you.

Merric: They surely did... I'd ask if they wanted help with something, and they'd say they'd wait for you to come back.

Lady Knight by Tamora Pierce

Are the refugees a pain in Kel's ass? Yes. Do they trust her and look up to her more than anyone else? Yes. Will they ever tell her? ...No.

#tamora pierce #protector of the small #lady knight #keladry of mindelan #nealan of queenscove #zamiel #merric of hollyrose

[trvjs]

"Ang mangarap na mapantayan si Zamiel para bumagay sa kanya... ay sa susunod na habang buhay na lang."

— What Lies Beneath The Sand, Jonaxx

Kabanata 29

#jonaxx #what lies beneath the sand #costa leona #costa leona series #cls #wlbts #wattpad #zamiel #astherielle #mercadejas #wattpadph #tagalog quotes #wattpad quotes