"It's so cold.."

Damien Edgeworth | He/Him | Admin is 20

[darkestdamien]

Hello people in this odd device, guess I should introduce myself. I am Damien, and I've been in this cabin for a long while now. I don't get many visitors, not with how cold it is.

You're free to stop by if you'd like, just remember to knock.

Boundaries and such;

Treat the admin and character how you would treat anyone else, I'm not a toy or God.

Remember that this is run by an adult, and there will be adult things. Remember to block "#suggestive content" if you'd rather not see anything like that. Though if you're a minor found to be engaging in NSFW content, you will be blocked

You're always free to send in asks or respond to posts, though I will tag them as "-cabin is closed" before going offline.

Remember that this is a headcanoned version of the character, and he will not be the same as your version or the source version. He is a homosexual cisgender male, please leave if this bothers you as I will not be changing headcanons to please you.

[darkestdamien]

Hello, seems I've stumbled into you all once again. I've found a friendly little place in the forest, and I'd like to offer you all the chance to join. You're all welcome.

Check out the Markiplier HQ community on Discord - hang out with 10 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.

[darkestdamien]

Damien sat by the fireplace, warming himself up from a day of hunting. He slowly ate from his bowl of soup, hoping it warms the constant chill in his bones.

[darkestdamien]

.....

I would like one hug please

Oh, well, who am I to say no?

He offers you a hug, opening his arms.

[darkestdamien]

Damien gives a warm but loose hug, smiling slightly.

Happy, friend?

[darkestdamien]

I hope you all have a nice night, odd little people in this device. I will be with you all when I awaken.

{I may not be the most active tomorrow as I start work but AAAAAAAAAAAAA-}

[hiremyass-deactivated20240324]

-A small figure rushes through the forest, a trail of crimson following his every step, his steps quick yet sluggish. Heavily breathing, Bim keeps running, afraid that if he stopped he'd be caught surely. His foot catches a branch and he barely catches himself, wincing as he grabs for the stump where his arm used to be.

The snow falls quiet, gentle, it was calming even..his breaths showing how cold it had been. His face scrunches in pain as he is grateful he knew how to tourniquet wounds. A gentle vibration comes from his pocket and he fumbles to try and grasp for his phone, unaware he had it on him. This was his only chance to get out of this situation, he had to get help. He begins to type.

[darkestdamien]

The man opened the door to his cabin, ax in hand. Today felt like the same as any as he stepped out into the snowy forest, shivering slightly at a gust of wind.

Everything was normal, of course, until he caught sight of a trail of blood. He blinked a couple times, holding his ax at the ready as he followed the trail. He was hoping it was a wounded animal, something he could make a meal out of.

[hiremyass-deactivated20240324]

Bim shivers at the wind, causing him to get colder as he notices a small cave, crawling to it and pulls his phone back from his pocket, shaking. He'd hoped the snow would cover most of the blood, the trail got thinner as he'd walked the dense forest. His eyes are half lidded and exhausted, he leans his head back, a moment to rest..he couldn't find him here. He'd be safe and somewhat warm in this cave.

His ears catch the sound of a few branches snapping, twigs beneath boots and he scoots further into the cave, shaking and silent. He'd been found hadn't he?

[darkestdamien]

Damien followed the thinning trail slowly, not wanting to startle what could possibly be feeding him for the next while. He found it odd that the trail led to a cave, though he didn't know how most animals thought.

He stopped a good ten feet from the entrance, trying to get a peek inside to see what he was dealing with.

[hiremyass-deactivated20240324]

Bim's pocket vibrates with another notification, his eyes widening as he reads the message from Google, only to hear the person get closer and he puts his phone down to grab for a rock, throwing it with as much force as he could. "G..Get away! The police are on their way right now! You're making a mistake messing with me Mat!"

He's shaking as he speaks, letting out shuttering breaths from the cold and he grabs for his phone, finding himself cornered in the cave, he begins to text.

[darkestdamien]

Damien dodged the rock the best he could, it barely grazed his arm. He tilted his head, a little taken aback at finding another person out here.

"Hey, I don't know who this 'Mat' guy is but I just thought you were a wounded deer. Speaking of, do you need some help?"

Damien kept his voice a little bit under a shout, making sure the other could hear him without attracting too much extra attention from any wild animals.

[hiremyass-deactivated20240324]

Bim's vision blurs, his eyes gazing at the wound he has and he swallows nervously. His hand feels for the wall, trying to see if there was another way to get out.

"A..And what if you're tricking me?" he speaks, barely getting a glimpse at the man...despite his fear, there was a familiarity to him, a rather rough looking figure. The show host begins to think while holding another rock.

[darkestdamien]

"I'll be honest with you, I have no idea who would name someone 'Mat'. But hey, if that's who you think I am, so be it. But at least let me patch you up, you're going to attract a predator bleeding all over the woods."

Damien lowered his ax, taking a few steps closer. In all honesty, he wants to help the other man, but at the same time he didn't want to risk his own life in the process.

[hiremyass-deactivated20240324]

-A small figure rushes through the forest, a trail of crimson following his every step, his steps quick yet sluggish. Heavily breathing, Bim keeps running, afraid that if he stopped he'd be caught surely. His foot catches a branch and he barely catches himself, wincing as he grabs for the stump where his arm used to be.

The snow falls quiet, gentle, it was calming even..his breaths showing how cold it had been. His face scrunches in pain as he is grateful he knew how to tourniquet wounds. A gentle vibration comes from his pocket and he fumbles to try and grasp for his phone, unaware he had it on him. This was his only chance to get out of this situation, he had to get help. He begins to type.

[darkestdamien]

The man opened the door to his cabin, ax in hand. Today felt like the same as any as he stepped out into the snowy forest, shivering slightly at a gust of wind.

Everything was normal, of course, until he caught sight of a trail of blood. He blinked a couple times, holding his ax at the ready as he followed the trail. He was hoping it was a wounded animal, something he could make a meal out of.

[hiremyass-deactivated20240324]

Bim shivers at the wind, causing him to get colder as he notices a small cave, crawling to it and pulls his phone back from his pocket, shaking. He'd hoped the snow would cover most of the blood, the trail got thinner as he'd walked the dense forest. His eyes are half lidded and exhausted, he leans his head back, a moment to rest..he couldn't find him here. He'd be safe and somewhat warm in this cave.

His ears catch the sound of a few branches snapping, twigs beneath boots and he scoots further into the cave, shaking and silent. He'd been found hadn't he?

[darkestdamien]

Damien followed the thinning trail slowly, not wanting to startle what could possibly be feeding him for the next while. He found it odd that the trail led to a cave, though he didn't know how most animals thought.

He stopped a good ten feet from the entrance, trying to get a peek inside to see what he was dealing with.

[hiremyass-deactivated20240324]

Bim's pocket vibrates with another notification, his eyes widening as he reads the message from Google, only to hear the person get closer and he puts his phone down to grab for a rock, throwing it with as much force as he could. "G..Get away! The police are on their way right now! You're making a mistake messing with me Mat!"

He's shaking as he speaks, letting out shuttering breaths from the cold and he grabs for his phone, finding himself cornered in the cave, he begins to text.

[darkestdamien]

Damien dodged the rock the best he could, it barely grazed his arm. He tilted his head, a little taken aback at finding another person out here.

"Hey, I don't know who this 'Mat' guy is but I just thought you were a wounded deer. Speaking of, do you need some help?"

Damien kept his voice a little bit under a shout, making sure the other could hear him without attracting too much extra attention from any wild animals.

[darkestdamien]

.....

I would like one hug please

Oh, well, who am I to say no?

He offers you a hug, opening his arms.

[darkestdamien]

{Decided I would make an ego ask blog for my beloved little forest man. Feel free to send in any asks and I'll get to them when I have the time!}

[hiremyass-deactivated20240324]

-A small figure rushes through the forest, a trail of crimson following his every step, his steps quick yet sluggish. Heavily breathing, Bim keeps running, afraid that if he stopped he'd be caught surely. His foot catches a branch and he barely catches himself, wincing as he grabs for the stump where his arm used to be.

The snow falls quiet, gentle, it was calming even..his breaths showing how cold it had been. His face scrunches in pain as he is grateful he knew how to tourniquet wounds. A gentle vibration comes from his pocket and he fumbles to try and grasp for his phone, unaware he had it on him. This was his only chance to get out of this situation, he had to get help. He begins to type.

[darkestdamien]

The man opened the door to his cabin, ax in hand. Today felt like the same as any as he stepped out into the snowy forest, shivering slightly at a gust of wind.

Everything was normal, of course, until he caught sight of a trail of blood. He blinked a couple times, holding his ax at the ready as he followed the trail. He was hoping it was a wounded animal, something he could make a meal out of.

[hiremyass-deactivated20240324]

Bim shivers at the wind, causing him to get colder as he notices a small cave, crawling to it and pulls his phone back from his pocket, shaking. He'd hoped the snow would cover most of the blood, the trail got thinner as he'd walked the dense forest. His eyes are half lidded and exhausted, he leans his head back, a moment to rest..he couldn't find him here. He'd be safe and somewhat warm in this cave.

His ears catch the sound of a few branches snapping, twigs beneath boots and he scoots further into the cave, shaking and silent. He'd been found hadn't he?

[darkestdamien]

Damien followed the thinning trail slowly, not wanting to startle what could possibly be feeding him for the next while. He found it odd that the trail led to a cave, though he didn't know how most animals thought.

He stopped a good ten feet from the entrance, trying to get a peek inside to see what he was dealing with.

[hiremyass-deactivated20240324]

-A small figure rushes through the forest, a trail of crimson following his every step, his steps quick yet sluggish. Heavily breathing, Bim keeps running, afraid that if he stopped he'd be caught surely. His foot catches a branch and he barely catches himself, wincing as he grabs for the stump where his arm used to be.

The snow falls quiet, gentle, it was calming even..his breaths showing how cold it had been. His face scrunches in pain as he is grateful he knew how to tourniquet wounds. A gentle vibration comes from his pocket and he fumbles to try and grasp for his phone, unaware he had it on him. This was his only chance to get out of this situation, he had to get help. He begins to type.

[darkestdamien]

The man opened the door to his cabin, ax in hand. Today felt like the same as any as he stepped out into the snowy forest, shivering slightly at a gust of wind.

Everything was normal, of course, until he caught sight of a trail of blood. He blinked a couple times, holding his ax at the ready as he followed the trail. He was hoping it was a wounded animal, something he could make a meal out of.