#gavin redacted

prettiest demon gavin

I’ve posted a bit about my D.A.M.N. Crew designs but I haven’t updated them in a bit.

Some notes about them:

Damien:

-he hates fire-elemental stereotypes and, as such, refrains from wearing a lot of red. His blue hair adds to this

-this outfit is an example of one of his cold winter outfits, ones that aren’t actually very warm but look warm to not seem suspicious to unempowered people

-the patches are made by him or bought from artist markets (one of them has Huxley’s jersey number hehehe)

-he’s very well-built under the coat, I might post smth with out it on

Huxley:

-his design was one of the easiest (it’s also one of the oldest so I may update it soon) because he describes his style pretty often

-Damien helps him repair his clothes and sews a lot of his patches, including the one on his shirt

-WE’RE DISREGARDING THE AUDIO WHERE DAMIEN CARRIED HUXLEY CAUSE THATS NOT GONNA HAPPEN W/ THIS HEIGHT DIFFERENCE IDK CARE HOW RIPPED DAMIEN IS. I chose this height difference and I thought it was funny so I’m sticking with it. Damiens an angry lil guy

-Huxley’s dreads go down to his upper back but they’re pulled up most of the time because he doesn’t do much w/ them

Lasko:

-i love his lil glasses charms, they jingle when he gets stressed and his powers start going

Gavin:

-HES SO COOL IM SO PROUD OF HIM

-Huxley is taller than him and Gavin hates it so he wear platforms whenever their in public together (plus he knows he looks great in them)

-this is the most dressed you’re gonna get him, if he;s home, his shirt is off immediately

-to unempowered humans, he doesn’t have his ears or horns

-the tattoo isn’t inherent to concubi but his seen it in human media and thought they looked cool

-(I might give him a tail idk, it’d probably have a lil spade at the end)

Freelancer:

-the tattoos on their leg (ignore the fact that they’re unfinished, I don’t want to work on them rn) are a patchwork sleeve they’ve been working on for a few years. A few of the tattoos are inspired by members of the D.A.M.N. Crew but they’re not the type of person to get names or faces on themself

-they’ve been taking testosterone for 3 years at this point and their stubble is coming in

-I totally didn’t give them my hair but cooler

Kody:

-I’d describe his style as ‘yacht fuck boy’

-god i hate him

- he wants to have a full goatee but he can’t grow hair on his upper lip so it’s kinda a neck beard/soulpatch thing

Caelum:

-he’s so fucking cute omggg

-he changes form depending on his charge because different people are comforted by different appearances and this is his for Freelancer (i don’t remember if the shapeshifting this is only for concubi correct me if im wrong)

-his ears twitch

-i imagine lil video game emotes coming off him when he talks :)

Listen listen listen. The concept of a BA where one of the boys is jerking off for their listener pathetically and needy for them. LISTEN. I need it so bad.

So this is me dipping my toe back into writing...at all lol, and a way to cope with Caelum not getting videos anymore. Pairing: N/A WC: 835 TW: Mentions of the Inversion, feelings of loneliness, mentions of loss of memories.

Three years.

It had been three years since he had spoken to them. His freelancer buddy. Three years since the Chorus decided that he no longer needed the support of being able to speak to his charges.

Three years since the Freelancer had their memories of him removed. 

It was still sad when he thought back on it. He missed talking with them, making cookies or brownies or any other kind of sweets to cheer them up. He missed them. But he also wasn’t selfish anymore, he knew that they didn’t need him like they used to. 

He watched as they played Smash Bros with their friends, silently smiling at them as they laughed and cheered when they won or when one of the others did something cool. It was fun to watch, in a bittersweet way. 

He wasn’t expecting for Gavin to catch his eye, the desire demon gesturing with his head towards the balcony. Then he stood from the couch and set his controller down. 

“I think I’m going to get some fresh air,” he said plainly, stretching for Freelancer to see the barest hint of his stomach. The Freelancer in question caught him with a curious look, silently asking if he was okay. Which Gavin responded to with a small kiss and a whisper of “i’m fine.”

Once again Gavin made eye contact with Caelum and the younger daemon followed him out onto the balcony. 

Gavin leaned against the railing so that no one could see his lips moving as he spoke to Caelum. 

“You know, you could probably ask the Chorus of visitation.” He suggested, his voice gentle and lacking the sensual undertone that his words normally held. “It’s different without you around, little guy.”

Caelum couldn’t help but smile at the words, and the meaning behind them.

“But they don’t need me anymore, and I…I don’t need them. Not in the same way I used to. We both grew up. That’s what we were supposed to do.” Caelum says,his voice light and bright, but he can’t hide the undertone of sadness that he felt when thinking about his old friendship with Freelancer. “We were a crutch for each other, and now we’re both fixed. I don’t want them to lose that progress.” 

He moved to lean on the railing next to Gavin, watching the city. He could feel all of the good emotions around him, he treasured it. After the Inversion, there was a time when he thought that no one would be happy ever again. It was a foolish thought, even he knew that, but there had been so much hurt that it seemed nothing would ever get better. 

But they had, and they had done it on their own without him stepping in. Which was the way it was supposed to be. 

“You know, your words would be more convincing if you weren’t crying.” 

Caelum looked up at Gavin in surprise, he was…crying? He reached a hand up to his cheek and sure enough, there were tears streaking down his face. He shouldn’t be crying. He should be happy for his friend because they were happy! That’s all he wanted was for his friend to be happy! That’s all. 

“It’s okay to be sad.” Gavin said gently, unable to truly comfort the young daemon without alerting his friends inside. “You won’t fall from just that. I promise” 

That was apparently all it took for Caelum to burst out into tears. Everything spilled out, how much he missed spending time with them, both of them. He missed the Freelancer even if they didn’t know who he was now. 

That was the part that hurt the most.

“They can’t remember me…ever.” He whimpered, clutching the railing as he stared out at the city. “They can remember the feelings, the happiness, the way I helped them, but not me. And I know that’s a good thing, i know but it makes me so sad to know they thought they were all alone until they met you and everyone else. I should be happy, I should be happy.” 

Gavin is silent for a moment before moving to embrace the boy, not caring about what his friends inside might think.

“You don’t always have to be happy, Caelum,” Gavin says softly. “No matter what the Chorus, or your mentor say. Just because you are of Empathy, doesn’t mean that you have to be cheerful all the time. It’s okay.”

Caelum didn’t know how long they were out there, how long Gavin held him while he cried, he just let everything out. All the sadness he had been holding inside for the last three years. All the things he told himself it wasn’t okay to feel because he was doing the right thing, he had finally succeeded in what the Chorus wanted him to. He hadn’t gotten too attached to leave a charge to their own devices. But the Freelancer wasn’t just a Charge anymore.