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ahh they're so cute i hope nothing bad happens with them!

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Idk how Tumblr works. I’m new here. Here is an animation I made.

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DARLIN I LOVE YEWWW!! Headcanons to go with the sketches below! (also this was made bc I needed a ref of their wolf form for a different piece and I got carried away LMFAO)

Pretty strong when they were younger (sketch 1) but they were more focused on strength training than aesthetic so they've got a sleeper build

Loses an alarming amount of weight in their relationship with Quinn. They develop some more muscle definition from it but they're much weaker than they were prior meeting him because of it.

Had a breakdown and went at their hair after their initial confrontation with Quinn-- which is why its so choppy (sketch 2). He liked their hair long and shaggy and it made them feel sick to see their reflection when it was

The stress of being with Quinn and his type of people made them develop gray hairs early. Their wolf form also reflects this with the beginnings of a gray muzzle and significant loss of hair compared to when they first met him.

Alongside that, they quickly become littered in a myriad of different scars. Their ear is torn to shreds, and a good portion of their tail is so badly damaged in a fight that it becomes necrotic and falls off.

The Shaw Pack wears dog tags with the Shaw name on it along with another tag that has their own full names on them. They stop wearing the tag while they're with Quinn, opting for a vial of his blood (a gift from him) but they go back to the old dog tags after their fight/return to Dahlia. It's chipped and the engravings are worn but they refuse to swap it out for a newer one when David offers them one. Their current one is the same one they had when Gabe was still alpha.

They bulk up a bit after they're settled back into the pack. They're still big on mostly strength training but they like the aesthetic of more defined muscles now. Their wolf form reflects this change as well-- becoming noticeably more muscular even through the mountains of fur that grew back now that they're in a better spot nutritionally.

Not embarrassed to shift if they want to be pet. It'll be the middle of a pack meeting and they'll shift and rest their head on Sam's lap for it. The younger members of the pack will join them, much to their parent's chagrin and David actively has to keep himself from getting distracted while he's trying to talk. Thankfully, they don't do it so often that it's an issue, and the pack will just share a hushed laughter and move on.

ERM... das it! OH and the inspo for their wolf design :] for cartoony purposes I'll draw them like shown above but in my minds eye their wolf form looks like this

just a puppy

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MIZISUA AS GAVIN AND FL STOP

Alien stage AU me and @deviarisa are brainrotting about 😩

Mizi - Freelancer

Sua - Gavin

Ivan - Huxley

Till - Damien

Luka - Lasko

Hyuna - Dear

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switched over to procreate and my art style completely changed…haha oops

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Miscellaneous D.A.M.N Crew Headcannons Volume Two >:}}}

Gavin always takes an extra long time to shower because not only does he have a fifteen step self care routine, he gets distracted by his reflection and admires himself for so long he takes twenty minutes to even start.

Damien works himself so hard he loses track of time completely and can't tell the difference between night and day. Once, he started getting ready for an early morning class and was almost out the door before Huxley emerged from his room and told him it was 11pm.

This concerns Huxley to no end, so to keep him grounded he'll come up behind Damien at random times and murmur the time and day in his ear. Its developed into an affectionate habit and he does it even now despite Damien being much less harsh on himself.

Up until meeting Freelancer and the crew, Caelum had never properly written anything before in his life. He still doesn't really have any need to, but Damien insisted that knowing how to read and write was a basic skill anyone should have regardless of whether or not they actually need it. This was said while he gave Gavin the most atrocious side eye.

As a result, he taught Caelum how to write, and his handwriting is less text and more doodles, he replaces his As with stars and his Os with spirals and uses exclusively pink glitter gel pen.

Damien was once having a terrible day and in the middle of a mental breakdown realised it was the birthday of someone he hated and got so offended and mad he snapped out of it, stopped breaking down and made himself have a good day out of spite.

After Lasko left, his parents erased all traces of his existence and had another child, a girl. Their parents were so scared she'd turn out like him they put her through unimaginable restrictions and didn't let her have any freedom. Unfortunately for them, she turned out to be a water elemental. They didn't take it well. She's now currently a teenager on the run and neither her nor Lasko know that the other exists.

Being around Caelum makes Lasko remember how much he always wanted a little sister of his own.

Freelancer once tried to put their little sister up for adoption.

Huxley has shoulder length hair that he almost exclusively ties in a half up half down look.

Dear loves drawing on other people's hands.

Lasko loves having his hands drawn on, but only when it's Dear doing the drawing.

They both do it to relieve stress.

Huxley is the only person alive that makes Damien feel comfortable enough to loosen up and just exist. No stress, no worries, no thoughts, just how much he loves and how much he's loved.

Dear is scarily good at poker.

Freelancer once tried to learn tarot but the first reading they did on themselves called them out too hard and they dropped it out of spite.

To this day, Gavin thinks platypuses aren't a real animal.

Damien has actually met Avior, it was at the library and they got into an argument over who got to check out the last copy of Pride and Prejudice.

The DAMN crew once went to the beach and got super competitive at sandcastle building. Huxley and Freelancer won against Gavin and Damien while Dear sunbathed, enjoying watching them fight.

Lasko was off elsewhere trying not to lose his shit at the sight of Dear in a swimsuit.

Huxley has freckles.

Damien has dimples.

Freelancer's favourite coat once tore, and Gavin seamlessly stitched it up. It was as if the tear never happened in the first place. {He used shibari knots}

Dear has the best handwriting out of the entire crew, unfortunately their cursive is so intricate and elegant no one can read it.

All demons have markings and designs across their bodies naked to the human eye but visible under uv light, similar to scorpions, they're a reflection of the demon's soul and naturally, unique to each demon.

Gavin's marks are smoky and wispy, trailing over his long limbs to form the most ornately designed hearts. They glow a deep pink under neon light and he loves showing them off at clubs.

Caelum's markings are bubbles and clouds that float around his body and change shape. His are bright yellow and blue and he didn't know he had them until Freelancer got him an invisible ink pen with a uv flashlight attached.

Freelancer has a uv tattoo of Gavin's wispy hearts across their own sternum, curling up to one soft heart right above where their own beating heart lies.

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damien sleep aid audio but it’s just him silently reading his textbooks while studying while hux, or freelancer, goes to bed…

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EXACTLY YOU GET IT

buzzcut darlin is the sexiest mf u’ve ever seen

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buzzcut darlin is the sexiest mf u’ve ever seen

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VOYEUR

hollywood agent gavin x debut star freelancer au [ fem!freelancer, second pov ]

Tote'm was mostly empty, but for the few heads roaming between aisles of candied fruits or sliced potato chips. You headed for the jars of marinara sauce, stacked precariously in a pyramid. Pasta, ground beef, and a few ripe tomatoes filled the basket on your arm. The meager ingredients for your meager dinner, because you could not stand the watery Academy food any longer.

Plucking a glass jar from the tower, your basket tipped, and a tomato rolled merrily on the ground.

Cursing beneath your breath, words a young woman would never be caught dead saying, you chased the tomato down. It had rolled, seemingly with a mind of its own, to the back of the store.

It bounced into a shelf and stopped. With a sigh, you stooped to pick it up, and found yourself eye-level with a pair of trousers.

Dropped trousers.

With a choking gasp, you froze. You could see glimpses of bare, muscled thigh between the rows of cereal boxes that filled the shelves. The buckle of the pants glinted in the convenience store's poor lighting. A hand gripped the thigh, straining.

"Ah ah ah," a sensual, flirtatious voice tsked. "What did I say? No teeth."

A quiet, wet slap. A moan. A mumbled apology. And then--

Your face flushed, and you quickly picked up the tomato and tucked it into your basket. This was not meant to be seen, even if done in a Tote'm's hardly private aisles.

In a panic, you stood, and made direct eye contact with the man who's trousers were currently kissing the floor. He smirked at you over the shelves. His eyes were a void-like black.

"Well look at that, Lasko," the man purred. "We've got ourselves a little voyeur."

The man who was-- well-- he made a little panicked squeak. The dark-eyed man laughed, throwing his head back, and suddenly your memory began to work again.

"You're Gavin Boyd," you said, somewhat stupidly, holding that damn wretched tomato.

Gavin Boyd, the name everyone knew. Its syllables brought to mind shadows and smoke, glitter and passion. Gavin Boyd, the kindly crook, the charming charlatan, the dashing demon.

His biggest claim to fame was the success of Lydia Song, the nobody girl from California, risen to the greatest heights of stardom. Money, power, prestige, she now had it all, all thanks to him. Her films populated the theaters like cockroaches, flooding all of America with the love bug for Lydia Song. Queen of the Nile, on-the-up businesswoman, the enchanting princess of mythological beauty, the hardworking peasant girl. Lydia Song had played them all, and owned each and every one. You had stared longingly at her posters and wished for even a fraction of her fame.

"Indeed," he purred, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as Lasko apparently made a very skilled move with his tongue. God. Why were you imagining it?!

"Swell. That's really-- yeah. Anyway. Bye!"

You panicked and ran. At checkout, all you could think of were those white teeth sinking into red lips. You cursed again, and fled the store, groceries in hand.

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You were a university student at Dahlia's Academy for Motion-Picture Novices, studying acting in what felt like vain. Tuition was an arm and a leg, and in order to afford both tuition and rent, you were working endless cleaning jobs between classes.

You scurried on your way to another one of these freelance jobs after studying for your History of Art exam, head spinning with dates and names. There was no way to memorize all this, and you already felt your mind slipping. Lines and song notes and dance routines had already been crammed into your head: history was the last thing you needed to think about.

Plus, the little encounter at Tote'm had shocked every semblance of study from your brain. Not only was it highly inappropriate, it was... arousing. You were ashamed to admit it, but the idea of being a voyeur had been an appealing one. Appealing enough to temporarily distract you from your work in favor of more... personally intimate studying.

Now your next job called, and you felt both frazzled and wild at once. You simply knew this was going to be the end of you.

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Weeks later, on a dimly lit, starry night, you wandered the streets of New York. Exhausted, there was an ache in the back of your throat like you had cried all night. Except you haven't, because you haven't had time for crying, or anything but working. Your fingers were chapped, worn to the bone, raw and cracked.

The only thing keeping you from collapsing was the reflection of the city in the dark water, yellow bits of stars among the murky waves. It was impossible to feel so sad when something so beautiful wavered before your eyes. The air was cool, soothing your raw throat as you took in a deep breath.

Head tilted back, throat exposed to the night, hair tumbling down your back. You felt like the movie stars, the ones in the pictures you spent your meager pay check on.

Magically, you were. A presence crept into your awareness, and you opened your eyes, embarrassed at your moment of fancy.

"No, no," the voice crooned as a man slipped into the light, a pleased smile dancing in his eyes. "Continue. You look ravishing in this light."

You felt your heart drop to your stomach.

Liquid, dark eyes. Perfect teeth. Seductive smile. You felt your stomach flutter and, well, something throbbed almost compulsively, even as you shrank against the wall in surprise.

"You're--"

"Wildly bored," Boyd sighed, languishingly, leaning his elbows back on the boardwalk's fence. He tipped his chin to the sky, the sharp bones of his cheeks glinting in the night.

You felt your breath catch as wildly inappropriate images of where those cheekbones should brush against filled your mind. Goddamnit, that Tote'm encounter had really shaken you.

Boyd lowered his gaze, smirking as if he could read your very thoughts. "And are you?"

"Am I-" your voice was slightly strangled. You started again. "Am I what? Pardon me."

"Bored," Boyd supplied, tracing the edge of his lip with his tongue. His eyes seemed to swallow you whole. Swallow...

You cleared your throat and hoped your cheeks weren't visibly burning red. "I- Yes, I guess I am. Working endless cleaning shifts isn't very stimulating."

"A working girl," he purred. God, those eyes. That voice. The butterflies in your stomach felt more like a flock of flamingos. "Working for what, a fiancé? A little domestic bliss?"

"Academy," you managed to get out, clearing away mental images of domestic blissing in Boyd's bed. "I want to act."

Boyd's mouth split into a grin, a true grin, not the permanent smirk that seemed to be all in the eyes and pull of his jaw. "A budding actor?"

"Hardly budding," you snorted, forgetting yourself for a moment. "Can't bud if you haven't been planted."

"If it's seed you're looking for..." he trailed off, shooting you a mischevious grin. "Seeds, I meant. I'd say I'm quite the farmer in that sense. I'd gladly help you. For a price."

Your head spun. You couldn't tell if he was talking about an acting job or... a wholly different kind of job. You could only feel the heat of his gaze, the flush of your cheeks, the constriction in your chest.

Get it together. This was absolutely pathetic. You gave him your best smile.

"I'd love that," you began to walk, thankful for the breeze cooling your flushed cheeks. "But I believe your prices are out of my range of comfort. Monetarily and bodily."

You gave him a pointed look.

He grinned. "What, Tote'm isn't your preferred location of debauchery?"

Your look practically grew spines. "No."

"And yet you so seemed to enjoy watching it, my little Voyeur."

"This has nothing to do with my acting, so I presume the conversation to be over. Thank you, Mr. Boyd," you bit out, despite the thrill at being called his voyeur. As if you were his.

"Gavin, please," he did a little one-two step, scurrying to catch up with you.

"Begging already?" you arched a brow.

He looked wildly pleased, eyes flying open from their typical disinterestedly erotic gaze. "Feisty, aren't you."

You gave him a once-over. "You don't even know the half of it."

He chuckled, adjusting the lapel of his suit.

"Listen," you said sternly. "You don't know me. You haven't even seen me act. I'm no fool: I can clearly see what thrills you chase. You needn't lie and promise false contracts to get in my sheets. It won't happen either way. So I appreciate your interest, but I'm more inclined to a career than a kiss."

Boyd gave you an impressed, albeit haughty, look. "You'd do well as a diva, I can already tell."

You rolled your eyes, increasing your speed. He matched your pace, though hardly seemed to walk any faster at all.

"I'm serious about the contract," Boyd vowed. "I'm good at what I do. I know what potential looks like."

"Thanks," you said sarcastically.

He shrugged. "Just being honest, Voyeur. You've got the looks. You've got the voice. You've got the work ethic. The acting isn't all that important. You have something more."

Your heart fluttered, though you'd never admit it. What would Gavin Boyd see in you? Not enough to sweep you away to Hollywood after a moment's encounter. Boyd might be a good agent, but he was not a good person. Trails of broken hearts like candy wrappers littered the path that Boyd traversed. You knew of his casanova pastimes.

Sexy as he was, you did not want to be another discarded wrapper. Not after Kody.

"I'm just fine, Mister Boyd," you said firmly. "Thank you."

You made to cross the street, but he caught your arm.

"Let go," you snapped, wrenching your arm free.

Boyd backed off, hands raised. "I'm sorry Miss..."

" ," you said coldly.

"Miss ," he conceded. "I truly am sorry. But I am also equally sincere in my proposition."

Between two elegantly extended fingers --god those fingers-- he grasped a business card. White, simple, clean. GAVIN BOYD printed in a neat, tidy font, with a telephone number below.

"Please do call," he said, and those dark eyes nearly softened from a void to a galaxy. Powerful, but gently swirling. "I promise to show you a good time, if not a glorious career."

You slowly took the card. "Fine."

He turned with a smirk that was very nearly a smile, and sauntered into the dark.

[ a little tester: if ppl like this, i'll definitely write more! also fun note, Tote'm is what Seven Elevens used to be called in the 50s ]

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Miscellaneous DAMN Crew Headcannons >:}

Freelancer blocks people on Pinterest

Damien had one terrible experience with the nurses at DAMN and he's still not over it, and so does everything in his power to avoid going to the healers even when he really should

He's also gotten quite skilled at healing magic as a result

Lasko's glasses are in a constant state of being broken, the lens always popping out of the frame, so he's developed a habit where he taps his lens at random times just to make sure its still there

Huxley is capable of manipulating metal, but doesn't wanna bother with honing his skill because he prefers the greenery and flora aspect of earth magic

Gavin runs a DAMN gossip blog, a fair bit of the gossip is what Lasko accidentally spills while rambling

Caelum found out about cotton candy and made it his life mission to make his hair look as much like it as possible

Dear does aeral acrobatics in their spare time, Lasko is ensorceled and mystified every time he watches them practice

If Damien gets angry enough, he can go band for band with Lasko in terms of speaking speed

Damien always wanted piercings, but was worried they'd harm his professional career, it was Huxley that helped him let go of his hesitation and finally get his ears pierced. They held hands the whole time.

Huxley himself has a septum piercing.

Dear is the most eloquent speaker of the entire crew, and possibly the entire DAMN campus, they're one of the highest rated professors at the academy.

When Freelancer is bored, they intentionally create steam and fog up their windows so they can use their fingers to draw on them

Caelum once saw them do this and now insists they do it at least thrice a day so he can doodle

Gavin cannot sit still long enough to get his nails done, so he uses demon powers to shift his form and give himself naturally fabulous nails, whenever he does his he makes sure to go show off to Freelancer because their jealous angry pout is adorable

Huxley once had to return a size XXL compression shirt because it was too tight. Damien begged him not to.

Caelum once has unsupervised access to Freelancer's gaming pc and played Poppy Playtime thinking it was a cutesy roblox type game.

He didn't sleep for three nights afterward.

Then tried playing again because he wanted to finish chapter one.

Lasko has Poliosis, it's especially abundant on his very long eyelashes.

Dear takes special joy in having him try out multicoloured mascara

While Damien is best at memorising text to score high marks, Freelancer is best at understanding it, and often gives tutoring lessons to the rest of the crew.

Dear used to secretly wish they were an earth elemental so that they could manipulate crystals, but now makes the most beautiful ice sculptures with their water magic.

It took Lasko a very long time to accept that he was truly wanted by the crew, and that he wasn't just some straggler they allowed to follow them around.

Gavin and Freelancer once challenged each other to see who would get flirted with the most at DAMN events, Freelancer got 8, Gavin got 13, and Dear won with 21 {not including Lasko drooling all over them}

The characters of Caelum 's favorite cartoon all have a decora aesthetic, so Caelum has started to make a collection of cute accessories and clips so he can dress like them.

Freelancer is his biggest enabler and loves surprising him with sticker packs and rainbow hair clips

When Damien and Huxley have sleepovers, and are all cosied up next to each other in their warm blankets while drinking hot cocoa, Huxley gets so wrapped up in doting over Damien that he only realises how much time has passed when his hot cocoa gets cold, and then he makes them both go to bed because 'Having a healthy sleep schedule is important dude'

Damien absolutely hates when he does this so he secretly and subtly rewarms Huxley's cocoa so he can spend more time whispering to him in his arms.

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my bobcat darlin agenda

If you weren't a wolf, what animal do you think would best describe you?

hmm...

that's a good question. probably... some kind of big cat. maybe a cheetah, or a jaguar.

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the fact that my headache doesnt go away immediately after i drink some water is such a scam. guess i'll die then

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Fudanshi/Fujoshi (masc) Freelancer real

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Darlin coming for the #1 spot yet again

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Darlin’ v. Sweetheart

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Per Crab Anon’s ask in regards to chapter 15 of the firefighter au, here’s a flat color drawing of Sam and Darlin’ in their date night outfits!

Darlin’s suit is a little too small for them given that it’s halfway tailored for Milo. They’re wearing their work boots and a bunch of Milo’s gold jewelry. They’re usually a silver person, but gold is all the Milo wears. Also the lacy brallette they’re wearing is Sweetheart’s.

Same’s suit has a looser, more classic fit than most modern suits, just calling back to him being somewhat of a grandpa. All of the buttons on his suit are bigger than usual, since small buttons are difficult for him to fasten with his tremor. He tends to ask for buttons to match his suit color or blend in with it to make that a bit less obvious. Also, finally a look at his glasses that have appeared exactly one time in the story!

I hope y’all enjoy these!! These designs aren’t word of God, of course, just my HC’s for what they look like in the firefighter au.