David Being So Jealous Of Darlin’ Growing Up Because They Always Got Away With Everything, He Wanted

i just need to let out a scream to the void bcs Bastard vs Zombies got a new episode, and the ending hurts my soul and i need therapy

take this random comic, based from the newest episode

Albus York my poor boi, my time travel shenanigan's fuck your timeline so much, i feel so bad while listening to the audio.

Way to show how time travel makes you less human by showing the consequences through the person who thought so little about him self, I CANNOT AUAGHAAHISASAHS

i keep her there and i’m not letting go of her anytime soon 🤭🤭

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”

i no no like this

as much as i hate thinking about it, gavin will eventually outlive the damn crew.

he will watch them go through hardships and he will watch them pass them. he will watch them change through the years and he will watch them stay the same in some aspects.

when all is said and done, he will watch them die.

and he can’t do anything to delay their deaths. they are human. he will hold freelancers hand on their deathbed, watch them smile weakly as they say they love him one last time.

he will visit their graves; freelancer’s, lasko’s, damien’s and huxley’s. he will sit and talk, sometimes he’ll stay standing and silent.

sometimes he wishes he could’ve stopped them. delayed their deaths for just a little longer. just long enough to feel their touches, their hugs — to hear their comforting words, their laughter, their jokes one more time.

but at the end of the day,

he is immortal. and they aren’t.

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

this is a piece of redacted history guys 🤭🤭

Yay I did it

Thanks for the inspo @mokozroach and @qhoaaaa sooooooooooooo ya

I used procreate for the colors and piscart for the text:))

Update guys: I can’t fucking spell and I called my dearest Milo sexist instead of the sexiest soooo

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

REAL ONGGG 🙏🙏

hot take: idgaf about david i want his spouse.

if people joined that would be so skibidi sigma of them 🤭

(i’m never saying that again)

Reasons why you should join my redacted audios discord server!

We have a super cool moving server icon that shows just how cool we are because yes it’s pleasing to the eyes

We have a channel called “e&e games” and I GET THAT ITS BASICALLY JUST A QUESTION OF THE DAY CHANNEL BUT ITS SUPER COOL AND REDACTED THEMED.

Uhm I mean we kidnapped Echo and now he does server announcements.

AND HERE IS WHAT THE SERVER MEMBERS HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THE SERVER! AND WHY YOU SHOULD JOIN!

SO JOIN US!

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.

that one tiktok trend 🌚

i was debating between jack or sebek and then my friend was like: “honestly why not silver? he’d fall for it tbh”

she was so right so i did it

(sorry i render myself very lazily, all the focus goes into the boys ^^)