#Huxley my beloved

[honeygoldtxt]

HUXLEY, SAVE ME!!!! SAVE ME, HUXLEY!!!! HUXLEYYYYYYYYYYY (agony btw)

[ballvillepanic]

yaay weird meat alien freaks :)

[esylwen]

literally him in the first audio

oh nothing just thinking about how hux totally had a crush on freelancer since his first audio in season 1

[dismas-n-dismay]

The DAMN Squad would have to fucking wrestle and take down Freelancer just to force them to Eat a proper meal.

It’s the stupidest shit but Freelancer would be like “I’m in the zone come back later” even though they’ve been working nonstop for hours and they WILL fight back if forced out of their room so it’s just a full 5 v 1, and while you think this would leave freelancer at a disadvantage- it is, in truth, not even fucking enough people to keep them down

[milogreer]

is it any wonder damien fell in love with hux when during their first meeting at the bowling alley huxley said "maybe you're my new good luck charm." if a man said that to me i'd drop dead i think

[sams-darlin]

whatever you do don’t imagine huxley doing haka at damien’s graduation

and definitely don’t imagine his māori mom doing it w him bc his moms came out to dahlia to see damien graduate :]

[honeygoldtxt]

Big Boy by SZA is about Huxley btw they both told me🫣🫣🫣🫣

Ok we all know Hux is either two side of the spectrum.

Large muscle boi, or big pudgy plus sized boi.

(personally i prefer the ladder)

But either way i can't stop thinking abt him being transmasc ^^

And i feel like hed be overly proud and euphoric abt it too like-

He's just walking around shirtless post top surgery proud of his scars.

[daveys-tired]

hes so squishy (he is insane)

dont @ me i know he died in his gym uniform but its really ugly okay

[lilac-rose-writes]

Look what I wrote at a shop ehe <3

HJKJKFHGKGK THE SILLIESS <333 I ADORE THEM

THE REVERSE COLOUR SCHEME GOES HARD ACTUALLY <3

[deldeldel90]

Ted Huxley & Princess Maria crossover bc I feel like they'd get along

[lilacthebooklover]

...yeah that checks out

tag game!

Your last emojis are your gender

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@erikaskblog @fymo-blogs

[pycth]

Two pretty best friends spotted ✨

MY MANIFESTATION WORKED this video is special to me I love it sm I need more of them, your honor—

(Awkward Gavin, my beloved)

“I’m not as talkative as Lasko, I’m not as open as Huxley, I’m not as engaged as Damien, I’m not as intuitive as Freelancer. I’m just..Gavin.” And please that’s all we could ask for<3

I can just imagine the bit of surprise feeling how genuine Dear’s patience and empathy towards others is. I’m sure he’s sensed it before as he’d mentioned, but to experience it is very warming. Understanding then where Lasko’s coming from all those times he’s went on about how comforting he feels having someone give him the chance to find his footing and ease his nerves 🥹

The way he actually mentioned his little fling with Lasko and how he’s been basically treading on ice because he didn’t where they might’ve stood with him for it 😭

I just know Dear was more intrigued than anything akdjakdks I like to think their lil conversation after the video was followed up with “So..a 7-11, huh?” and that’s kinda what I was tryna capture here, Gavin feeling more comfortable to talk freely with them. Spilling tea over shared fries is the best way to bond~

[vegaly-art]

Spitfire my beloved!! I love them so <3. A bit about them: Damien's absolutely got a preppy look going on. The man is from money to some extent and his mom wanted him to look his best. He's also Filipino :3. And Huxley's African American/Latin, and loves beading his hair with beads in colours that represent important people to him. He also makes friendship bracelets for his friends often :P. You may notice them in some of my other DAMN crew designs ;)

[puffin-smoke]

Redactedtober 21!! Missed out on the last couple days, had family around and I wasn't allowed to avoid them. ANYWAY Lasky. my beloved twink.

Lasko; Luck

(also this is earlier on in their relationship)

Lasko Moore was the unluckiest man alive.

He wasn't sure what he'd done to earn all this apparent bad karma, to be punished in every conceivable manner. Maybe he'd broken an unfathomable amount of mirrors in a past life or walked under an excessive number of ladders. He wasn't entirely sure why that was his fault in this life, but questioning it probably wasn't going to do him any good. Not when he was running so late.

To summarise the trainwreck that was his morning; he had overslept, spilled coffee down his shirt when he'd tried to combine getting dressed with eating breakfast, and gotten stuck in completely stationary traffic for about half an hour.

He'd arrived eventually, with frazzled nerves and a shirt that felt inexplicably like sandpaper on his skin, a string of swearwords firing under his breath and earning several dirty looks from various elderly couples.

Dear had suggested going to this park a little ways away from the city, going on about the sculpture trail and the evergreen trees. Lasko was never really a big fan of walking for the sheer fun of it, but he'd gotten a few hiking tips from Huxley. And the smile Dear had given him when he said yes had been more than worth a few blisters and a few hours in the middle of nowhere.

The look they gave him now when they saw him reminded him of that. They'd been sitting on a bench, eyes scanning their phones, lips slightly parted. Hair gently falling across one side of their face.

They glanced upwards and their eyes met his. They crinkled at the edges, gaze soft as their mouth moved saying what might have been his name.

In that moment all his nerves, all his frustration and anxiety running through him like electricity through a live wire. All of that was washed away and replaced by an all consuming sense of relief. They were here, smiling at him. Nothing else could go wrong, nothing he couldn't handle. Because they were here.

That feeling was promptly banished by the feeling of something cold and wet dropping onto his head. Running down his neck.

He reached up and touched it. Pulled away and stared at his hand, an inescapable sense of dread dawning on him. Bird poop. Coating the tips of his fingers.

A bird had just shit on his head.

Nope.

Not worth it.

He turned around and started walking back to his car.

He'd just say it was a work thing. He'd lie and text them and say that something came up. He would quit while he was ahead and go home. Where he could wear a shirt that didn't make him want to claw his skin off, where he could sit on a couch that wasn't made of wood and being hounded by mosquitoes, where he didn't have to hear dogs barking and flies incessantly buzzing in his ears and-

"Lasko? Hey, you okay?"

He was't sure when they caught up with him, but they had. They were walking next to him, trying to catch his eye as he marched forward. His hands suddenly felt leaden and awkward, alien. He picked at the edges of his shirt, at the fraying edges, trying to just mumble out a quick response. Naturally he wasn't brilliant at that. He was blabbering within the moment.

"I- uh- I just- the bird- I was going to-" he stopped in his tracks, trying to find comfort in the solidity of the dirt beneath him. He took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching his hands. "Would you believe it was a work thing?"

They chuckled. "I saw the bird, Lasko."

His hands twitched as he resisted the urge to bury his face in them. "Oh my god- I'm sorry, I'm such a mess, I should've just walked over and- but my whole morning has just been so- so- just shit. I freaked out, and I'm- I'm sorry."

They grabbed his hands. Their skin was soft, warm. They affixed him with a stare both steadying and comforting, like a hand on his shoulder, tethering him to the ground. Their eyes flicked down to his hands and to his face meaningfully, a question. He nodded. He liked it. They smiled. "Hey- hey, it's okay. Nothing to be sorry about."

They inclined their head down the path, towards the car park, gently tugging him forward. "How about we try this another day?"

"But you wanted to go, I-I really- you shouldn't leave on my account, I'm fine." He insisted through gritted teeth and the lingering cold of the substance on his fingertips.

They shrugged. "Another time. How about..." They looked him over, as though scanning him, planning out the rest of the day in their head. "...pizza and movie? I'm buying."

He swallowed and nodded. "That- that sounds nice."

"Good. Let me walk you to your car?"

He nodded, and the two walked in tandem, in a comfortable silence. Until Dear snorted.

"Sorry, sorry- that bird just had amazing aim." It wasn't a laugh at him. It was an olive branch. A way to slip into normalcy, to leave what had just happened behind like a bad dream.

He took it and let a tentative grin spread across his face. "I know- it was just my fucking luck, I can't believe it."

"Ah, I don't know, a lot of people say it's good luck." They said, opened his car door for him and smiled. "Guess we'll see."

[lilac-rose-writes]

GEUSSÈS /lh

Suspect #8: Estella Havisham Ripoff /jjj

Status: Slightly suspicious

Last Seen: In the bathroom, fixing her hair

"Ew, blood is so gross and messy. Of course I didn't do it!"

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Mary Ann also belongs to me :3

[penncilkid]

ALRIGHT FOLKS! Here's now this works: Welcome to a new installment on my blog, complete with a fresh new tag (#Pick N Mix Medley // (and it's spicy counterpart) #Pick N Mix W/ Nuts).

I've garnered quite the reputation as a prolific multishipper to the extreme degree. I'll have beloved rarepairs that would never cross your mind— ones I've come up with by simply spinning a wheel (/srs). And I'm gonna slowly but surely share them with you! Yes you, dear reader, not the guy next to you— Well him too if he's reading.

Now then! To kick things off, I already have a pairing in mind [Camelopardalis / Gavin / Darlin], but I'd like to let y'all pick who's next! So:

I hope y'all enjoy this as much as I do, it's a joy of mine and a point of pride to hear people say "I—... I would never have thought about this, but you make it make sense in context" or "I didn't expect to like this but you changed my mind". Anyways, peace out, I'll be in my kitchen cooking ✌️

(Also shoutout to @androgynouspenguinexpert for helping me name the new tag, always appreciate, chef 🫶)