Do You Have Any Personal Shaw Pack Headcanons? Or Just- Any In General You’d Like To Share??

james is a better man than me coz if that little rat was stood in my office after all the shit he pulled he wouldve left that room in a very small box

does this count-

idk who to tag but imagine i tagged whoever saw this

You’re stuck in a room with the last character in your gallery. How safe are you?

Thanks for tagging me @artsy-girl-76 @schnarfer @oonajaeadira @jeewrites (I’m so sorry if I missed anyone!)

Does this guy count?

YOU GUYS. It told me the gif was “too big”…. I’m not safe AT ALL 😅

Tagging @burntheedges @grogusmum @perfectly-imperfect-me23 @ishabull @davnittbraes

Since his official outfit as an student is this, and many people hc him as part of the Ramshackle dorm, should we make it the canon uniform?

I know I will now, he deserves at least this

Grim has the same line pattern in his bow and that's technically the only Ramshackle canon piece of clothing we have

i giggled so hard i launched into space and hit the moon, making a crater in it on impact. not to mention how my body started spinning vigorously and it now currently drilling into the moon and now i am 300 meters within the moon and counting.

POLYD.A.M.N. IS BACK

But some can also be taken as platonic

✦ Huxley is a sleep talker. Freelancer is a sleep walker. Lasko gets absolutely NO sleep if they are (for some reason) sleeping in the same room. He’s either;

A) Too busy listening to Huxley ramble about god knows what.

B) Making sure Freelancers magic doesn’t randomly activate with a motion of their hand or a random tug in their threads that they aren’t able to control

C) Fearing for his life

✦ I’m just. Thinking about Dear and Damien cuddling. Damien’s face tucked into Dears chest as they play with his hair. He rants about anything and everything and they just listen. (Freelancer has pictures of this neither Dear or Damien know about it.)

✦ Freelancer has a widget for each of their partners because I said so. whether it’s their face or their hands, something that reminds Deviant of them. They’re THERE. OKAY?

✦ They have a swear jar. It will put Lasko in debt.

✦ Huxley adores the way he can just walk up to his partners and just kiss them. It bewilders him everytime. What do you mean they like him like that? What do you mean they love him like that?

About the last note; He loves kissing them BUT. He gets a little too rough sometimes and it definitely catches them off guard. He’s a big guy, no doubt. Walking up to someone and kissing them while directing their face to yours? Grabbing them by their jaw or neck?!? Yeahhhh. Gavin stays fed when that happens—DO NOOOT LIE

✦ Freelancer and Dear play gacha games together. I’m talking things like PJSK or even Genshin Impact, ZZZ, or CRK. They 100% tell their partners to press the button to pull/roll for the characters and find that Gavin seems to give them the best “luck”

Angel having a Chandler Bing type of job is so funny to me (David is the housewife, Angel is the breadwinner, but I digress)

I can just imagine the mates (Sam, Babe and Sweetheart) having a heated discussion about what the hell Angel actually does. And then Babe messages David and he just says ‘they do statistical analysis and data reconfiguration’

And then after a beat of utter shock, sweetheart just says ‘they’re a fucking accountant???’

Because Angel Shaw is many things, but somehow that also includes being an accountant

IN HONOR OF THAT SCRUMPTIOUS NEW VIDEO I DREW ASSET 🤭🤭

clearer version under the cut 🤞

OHHH YUUUH IK THATS RIGHT

i love twice 🙂❤️

Hear me out

The spinning tea cup tread but it's echo and bright eyes?

Echo: The creator

Bright eyes: the character the audience hated so much the creator wrote them out of existence

you’re just so smellable pookinator dinkletin 🤭

SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFF….

smells like fluoride. 😈

Do you always go up to people and start sniffin’ em like some dog or am I just a special case?

Grief is inevitable. In the many years and lifetimes that Gavin has lived through, he knew that fact through and through.

The love of his life, his Freelancer, had passed with a soft content smile in his arms. Seventy years had passed since he first met them.

He saw their youth and was with them every step as they aged - they always looked beautiful no matter what. He tried to reflect that in his own appearance too, after catching the way that their eyes would flicker in pain whenever they caught their reflection in the mirror next to his. He loved aging together with them, even if his own evidence of the passing of time on his face was artificial. He revelled in the way their smile lines were so deep with every passing year, and his heart was filled with warmth at the realisation that he caused it. He’d rarely seen them without a smile, after all.

They knew their end was nearing, and asked for him to stay with them, lying in bed in their home. He gently wrapped them in his arms and listened to the slow, weak beating of their heart. Even now, they had a smile on their face. They reached a shaking hand up to his face, and caressed it. A single tear fell from their eye.

“I didn’t know love until I met you.” They whispered. Gavin felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Their eyes sparkled with love until their last breath.

He thought he knew grief after the inversion. But this was different. It consumed him - his mind, his body, his every thought and breath. It felt wrong not to have the warmth of their body pressed to him. It felt wrong to have his core so empty, dull without the taste of love radiating from them. He looked at his aged face in the mirror and couldn’t recognise himself. Who was he without his Freelancer? How did he live before he met them?

Months and years passed. He wandered around aimlessly, feeding the bare minimum amount needed to survive, although he didn’t really know if there was a point anymore. He had altered his appearance back to what it was before he met Freelancer, hoping it would help him move on.

He was stupid to think he ever could. He doesn’t want to.

He wandered into the nearby 7-11 and went through the motions. He only feeds once every month or two now. The lonely man he chose as his “meal” was now sucking him off - it was quite a poor effort, but Gavin couldn’t care any less.

The doors opened, setting off that annoying jingle that played throughout the store. The person walked in, slowly browsing through each aisle before picking up a cup and filling it with a slurpee.

Gavin’s head snapped up when he heard the sound of a cup dropping. Shit. He thought he’d cloaked them. He must’ve gotten rusty.

Then, he saw them.

The same eyes. The same energy pulsing through their core. They looked a little different - different eye colour, younger, and their features rounder than before, but Gavin was sure.

It was them.

His Freelancer.

The moment they locked eyes, theirs wide in shock and cheeks reddening in embarrassment, he tasted it. Gods. That sweet warmth of their desire.

And of course they’d ask for directions in the midst of this awkward situation.

Gavin couldn’t help but cry.

In that moment he realised,

Love was eternal.

He found his way back into their heart quite easily, for he knew every part of them intimately, both inside and out. Although their physical body had changed a little, he revelled in being able to explore this new side of them, relearning their sensitive areas. He was beyond pleased to feel their affection for him exceed lust - of course it did. This was his Freelancer, after all. The same kindhearted, loving Freelancer.

He could feel their core, a little fearful but determined and pure with affection, reaching out to him. They confessed that they loved him, and were awaiting his answer with shaking hands and the nervous pounding of their heart. Their eyes teared up, overwhelmed by the excitement of the prospect that he might love them back, but also the fear that he might reject them.

Oh, Freelancer.

He immediately took them in his embrace and kissed them, deep. He felt whole again. He felt alive. He tasted their love, now unrestrained, and melted at how sweet and familiar it was. He was home again. They smiled through their happy tears and whispered;

“I didn’t know love until I met you.”

Their eyes sparkled.

Love is eternal.