A grassy cove, a place to look, a place to hide, a watching nook. OC Info <3

um Hello people associated with the who-do-i-know-this-man blog.

From what I heard from one of the people searching, Azil from Closed for Renovation is the last Character you can't seem to identify.

I'm here to clear this up.

(NOTE: I am not the creator of Closed for Renovation I only submitted Azil.)

Azil Adwin(Sometimes referred to as AA) is the main protagonist of the (now apparently defunk) Blog/comic called "Closed for Renovation" with her 4 sisters acting as Sedondary Characters/Protagonists: Sabri Saddam(SS), Vadmi Vacura(V), Nevi Nollander(N), and Huxli Hathor(H). (Closed for Renovation itself is about Azils backstory.)

Now I submitted Azil during the time When the blog/comic was still up and wasn't removed for inactivity. How do I know the blog was deleted for Inactivity? Well it's simple. Im actually friends with the creator of the blog and they were Extremely busy after they created the blog and didn't have time to log on every now and again, and also not to long ago they made a new teaser(its not public yet) for Closed for Renovation because they actually now have time to work on it. Also The creator of Closed for Renovation doesn't have a personal blog as far as I know but both the character(Azil) and the creator have public Instagram account that can be found here and here. I hope this is enough for you also Azil technically(???) doesn't Qualify for the brackets and would be a "Questionable character" but as far as know this should not be the case.

Anyway I hope this clears stuff up and have a good day.

Thank you very much. We now have proof of all Blorbo's existence. And I must say: I'm proud of this community for not literally making a character up to win.

A God D.A.M.N Polycule || pt. 3

Comfort

(Redacted Audio) Gavin x Freelancer x Huxley x Damien x Lasko

1k Words

Your day had been horrible. All you wanted to do was curl up and forget about everything, but when you returned home two of your partners weren’t going to let you ignore your feelings.

this is a huxley & gavin focused chapter, still implied to be the polycule but only hux and gav make an appearance.

@lovelyossein this is for you and your huxley obsession, i hope you like it :3

read on ao3 if you prefer

The door to your apartment shut behind you with a thud. Your hands were shaking and your head was spinning and all you wanted to do was cry. But before you could disappear and wallow in what a horrible day it was you heard Gavin call to you from the other room.

“Deviant, you’re home late.”

Footsteps started growing louder before you had a chance to dash off or even respond to Gavin so you decided to resign yourself to your fate. You took in a deep shaky breath and tried to look as put together as you could, hoping it was enough to convince the demon you were okay. 

When the footsteps stopped you were surprised to find not only Gavin standing to greet you but Huxley as well. They both stood there looking at you. Huxley stood behind Gavin, peering over his shoulder. Although the two men were close in height Huxly still had a few inches on Gavin which gave him advantage to see you while still standing behind the demon. They smiled at first, but after only a second of looking at you both of their smiles turned into frowns. As always your partner could see right through you.

“What’s the matter dude?” Huxley asked, his voice laced with concerne.

They both walked closer to you, standing far enough away that they were still giving you a bit of space but close enough to grab onto you if they needed to. You hated seeing them look at you like they were looking at you in that moment. They looked sad and more than a little bit worried. You hated having those emotions directed at you, you wanted them to stop looking at you like that. You didn’t want them to be sad. They were clearly in a good mood before you came in, why did you have to ruin that. 

“Nothing. I’m fine.” You tried to lie, tried to get them to stop worrying, but the way they looked at each other and then back at you you knew they didn’t believe you.

“No you're not Freelancer.” 

Gavin’s words left no room for argument. It was clear he and Hux both knew that you werent okay, and it seemed that neither of them were going to let you try to lie your way out of this situation.

“You can talk to us. We're here for you dude. Let us help.” Huxley said, stepping in closer.

The tone in his voice is what really got to you. He sounded so worried and yet so sincere. Your eyes started to water and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. It was what you wanted after all, if you were in a better state you may even find some humor in the conclusion.

You started sucking in air, trying your hardest to get something other than a sob out but today truly wasn’t your day and all you could do was fall deeper into a crying mess. Huxley wrapped his arms around you tightly. Pulling you flush against his chest and letting you bury your head into his chest. You held onto Hux like a lifeline, gripping  onto his shirt tightly. 

You both sunk to the ground, Huxley made sure that you didn’t fall and hurt yourself, and tried to keep you as close to him as you could with you both sitting on the floor now. Huxley stroked your back gently as he spoke.

“If you keep crying like that I’m gonna cry too.”

Huxley’s comment drew a strained laugh out of you, but ultimately didn’t stop your tears. You pulled your face away from his chest and furiously wiped at your eyes and nose. You stared at the wet spot your tears left on your sleeve until you felt a smaller hand rest on your shoulder.

You turned to see that Gavin had sat down on the floor with you and Hux. He was further away from you than Huxley was but he still sat close by, enough that he could rest his hands on you. He squeezed your shoulder and then moved his hand to wipe away a few tears on your face.  

“It’s okay, Freelancer.” His words were soft and his hand was still caressing your cheek as he spoke.

You reached out to hold his free hand. He squeezed your hand in return and let you hold onto him however tightly you needed. Huxley shifted around which led you to turn your attention back to him. You noticed that his eyes really were glossy like he was about to cry, and it almost made your own tears start up with a vengeance again. But if he could hold it together then so could you, you thought.

“Are you feeling up to talking about it?” He asked softly.

You took in a deep breath before answering his question. 

“I just had a really bad day.” 

Huxley gave you one of his famous lopsided smiles, it wasn’t nearly as bright as you normally get from Hux but you still appreciated seeing him smile at you. It was clear that both Huxley and Gavin were both worried about you but they were willing to help you feel better in any way you knew how and you appreciated that. You wanted everything to feel alright, you wanted to just pretend that today didn’t happen, but your feelings still hung heavy over your head and they were impossible to ignore even after you had mostly calmed down from your crying fit.

“Why don’t we get off this floor, and get you changed out of these outside clothes. Then we can sit and talk some more if you want?” Gavin gave your hand another squeeze and looked to you for approval for his idea.

You nodded your head at him, “Yeah, I think I would like that.”

Gavin began to stand up and you moved to do the same, but before you could do anything Huxley leaned over and kissed the top of your head. It caught you a bit off guard and when you looked him in the eyes afterwards, he was just smiling at you. But even without words you got the message and for the first time on this horrible day you actually smiled.

This is my very long list of possible Holloway aliases.

H*y Names

I compiled this list over several months and don’t remember where I got them all from. Some are real names. Some are names that I added an H or Y to. Some I just made up. I don’t remember which are which.

Habernathy, Hackeray, Hackley, Hackney, Haddaway, Hadey, Hadley, Hadoway, Hainey, Haisley, Haliday, Halketty, Halley, Halliday, Halliway, Hallothany, Halloway, Halsey, Halyday, Hansbury, Haraway, Hardiny, Harley, Harmany, Harroway, Hartly, Harvey, Hathaway, Hatuey, Hawley, Hawly, Haworthy, Haywardy, Healey, Healy, Heasley, Heavenly, Heely, Heidy, Henley, Hennesy, Hensley, Henty, Hermy, Herry, Hestuary, Hetherby, Hicklory, Hickory, Hillary, Himbry, Himstanley, Hinckley, Hocksley, Hoglundy, Holly-May (my headcanon for her first name), Holobby, Holwey, Honesty, Honey, Horoway, Horsley, Howdeny, Hoxly, Huckleberry, Hudley, Hunday, Hundley, Huntley, Hurnley, Huxly

Holl*y Names

The title Miss Holloween seems to place more importance on the Hol beginning and drops the Y. But I’m keeping the Y because I like it. That’s it. That’s the only reason. Also, these names can have one or two Ls. I just wrote them all down with two. I got these from the following websites. If you want names that end in things other than Y you can look through them. Hol American Surnames, or Holl American Surnames, or Holl British Surnames.

Holladay, Hollady, Hollamby, Hollanby, Hollanday, Hollandby, Hollanway, Hollarday, Hollarnby, Hollary, Hollaway, Hollay, Hollbecky, Hollby, Holldway, Holleby, Holleday, Hollely, Hollenbery, Hollenbury, Hollenby, Hollenery, Hollenley, Hollerly, Hollerway, Hollery, Holletty, Holleway, Hollewey, Holley, Hollicky, Hollidy, Holliley, Hollily, Hollingberry, Hollingbery, Hollingburry, Hollingbury, Hollingbuy, Hollingby, Hollingrey, Hollingsbery, Hollingsby, Hollingway, Hollioway, Hollisday, Hollisey, Holliway, Hollizey, Holloby, Holloday, Hollomby, Hollomley, Holloney, Hollony, Hollowary, Hollowby, Hollowday, Hollowey, Hollowney, Hollowy, Holloy, Hollumby, Hollway, Hollwey, Hollyday, Hollyway

I also found these two: Hollloway and Hollooway, which I found fun because they have too many letters in weird places.

Silly names/words that I imagine the Lords in Black would use.

Haberdashery, Hairspray, Hairy, Hallway, Halo-y, Happy, Hardy, Hatchway, Hatty, Heimlich-y, Hershey, Higgy, Highway, Hilarity, Hissy, Hockey, Brian Holden, Holly-Molly, Holyplordy, Homily, Honorably, Hooty, Horsey, Hospitality, Huggy, Humanity, Humility, Humphrey Dumpty, Hungary, Hurry, Hypothetically

Pokey: Hokey Pokey, Harmonica-y, Hymn-y

Blinky: Heliotrope-y

Tinky: Hourley, History

Nibbly: Hungry, Heimlich-y, Hangery

Wiggly: Holy, Humanity, Halloween (or other holidays)

nmnmnnmnmnm mm huxly smoking a cigar and blowing thw smoke in your face

-☣

Reminds me of imperium Huxley dunno why

🌐Recs of the Week No.22

Hello there👋🏽! Across the internet there’s a lot of awesomeness, so I decided to curate a small list of cool content that I think it’s worth sharing, I hope you find it useful, inspiring or interesting.

Thank you so much for being here♡.

Without further ado, these are my internet findings of the week:

Articles📝

Videos🎥

IG Posts🖼️

For Students📚

Until next week, xo.

“It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig. Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me. When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic. No rhetoric, no tremolos, no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell. And of course, no theology, no metaphysics. Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light.

So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling, on tiptoes and no luggage, not even a sponge bag, completely unencumbered.”

- Aldous Huxley

WEEKEND READINGS #doorsofperception #huxly #aagill #readafuckingbook #myreadings (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHjQBSlH0-HBfN2i8DzkZdwVZwPGfICCWQbL5Q0/?igshid=njo83ro6yub

A set of OC doodles to start off the year. Huxly, Roman and Kingston in order ^v^

Damn polycule × Darli angst

Tw:Blood, Voilence, Humanborn is used as a derogatory term, Quinn trances someone and Quinn is his own trigger so if I missed anything tell me <3

It had been almost 3 months since Darlin had joined the polycule, 6 months since she met Lasko. Tonight was supposed to be a fun date night at the freelancers place, fit with booze, pizza and games. But as Darlin stepped out of their car, they knew something was wrong. Darlin feels like they can't breathe, the smell of blood heavy in their nostrils as they slowly approach the freelancers house. The door is swung open and as they look through it, their stomach drops. The house was trashed, lights broken, blood everywhere and they could see it, someones body was in the doorway and they didnt look like they were breathing. They rushed forward, dropping on their knees in front of the person, they slowly move them so that they face Darlin, It was Huxley...He was still, his usual smile was gone and he looked pale, his neck was coated in blood along with his shirt and hands. Darlin let go of him and continued through the house, stumbling upon Damien who was slumped against a door, hands limp against his abdomen, he was stabbed..they keep moving unable to even look at him for too long. The next body hurts them more than they think it would, its Gavin, his body is laying there, he looks like hes sleeping and as much as Darlin wishes it was just that, they know better. As aggravating as he was, Darlin still loved him, they planted a small kiss to his forehead and kept moving. Caelum was next, his body was practically ripped apart, one of his horns was ripped off, his clothes were torn and he had so many pieces of glass inside of him they couldnt tell what landed the final blow, Quinn or the blood loss. Then they hear it, a crash from the next room and rush in. Freelancer is fighting for their life, but is caught off guard by Darlin, giving Quinn the chance to get ahold of them. He leans close to them and whispers in his chilling tone,"Aw is the stupid little humanborn to weak to fight back?" And snaps the freelancers neck before he let's their body drop, making his way to Darlin. They wants to scream but nothing will come out. Quinn has them by the throat, but they cant feel anything. They lost everyone, freelancer, Gavin, Hux, Damien, Caelum and where was Lasko? The thought hit them and they snapped into reality, fighting back against Quinn, demanding Lasko's location. They're about to shift when a flood of wind comes through, throwing Quinn and Darlin back. Lasko stands there, clenching his side as he stares at them in shock. Quinn rises first and goes straight for Lasko, his teeth ripping into his neck as he drains what's left of Lasko's lifeforce. Darlin tries to fight and kick and yell and get to him in time but by the time its possible, they're too late, he hits the ground and looks up at them with glassy but dull eyes and they cant help the scream that rips through their throat. They werwnt letting Quinn get away with this, they rush to attack him when everything goes blank.

They wake up, heavily breathing, frantically looking around and they notice it, arms are around their torso they count in their head,'one..two..three four...five..six?' Clinging to them is the freelancer, Gavin and Lasko while Huxly lays on the outside with Damien. They're all less than fully dressed, some naked, some in underwear and some in between. They become aware of everything all of a sudden. Gavin's hand rubbing circles on their hip, Freelancers soft snoring as they drool on Laskos shoulder, Laskos arms wrapped around Darlins form like a backpack, Huxley shuffling with his arms around Gavin trying to get comfortable while Damien makes small noises of protest everytime the freelancer tugs the blanket unconsciously. They know that they're safe and that they're home and in the arms of their lovers. It was only a bad dream. Right?

That was a lot-

I'm not sorry tho it feels good to let out some angst 😁

Currently thinking about Gavin flustering Darlin so that's probably coming out next <3

SERI FASHIO EP 3

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This what happens when you and a bunch of Antis talk about the possibility about Bad Reylo Fics in your Group Chat....

Meet K-Easy Renizzle....he once dated Huxly.

Excerpt #5 (with commentary)

Excerpt #5  

(OK what’s this suppose to mean? Excerpt from what? From life? From some other writing? well let’s see)

Creamed filled thoughts mixing words with golden ladies   

(Is this custard or something mushy and sentimental, and just who are these golden ladies and how are they mixing with cream filled thoughts”? Just what are these “creamed filled thoughts? I better not speculate on that.  Maybe someone is talking to girls or women who they value highly for some reason or other, or see them like gold something to lust after)

meading the sun for its turbulent juices of Icarus

(Wait a minute who or what is meading the sun? And just what is “meading”?or should it be kneading? Well, mead is an alcoholic drink so maybe someone is making brew from the sun. Whatever. Why does the sun have Icarus‘s “turbulent juices”,? whatever they might be. I guess the wax holding his wings together.)

for the wildflowers of the sun

(OK I guess this just means wildflowers in general and the juices must be the sun’s rays of light)

falling into a blind abyss of comic shores under the glistening moon.

(Wow, you lost me on this one. A “blind abyss of comic shores”? so we now have a big hole on funny beaches. Well either of them could be under a glistening moon I suppose, not sure if a moon glistens though, but it sounds kind of nice. Perhaps it means what people do on the shores at night is funny or ludicrous which at times is true, and that whatever they are engaged in is meaningless and empty. OK I can get that. but what’s falling into the abyss? the wildflowers? Maybe the wildflowers are flower children).

Above a sensuous couple portraying the life of Aldous Huxly.

(What was Aldous Huxley’s life like, and how are they portraying it? I know he flew high at times, if you know what I mean. Maybe the couple is high and that is making them a bit amorous. Let’s continue)

The wonder of the atomic sound spun by the gun riddled stereo

(Why would someone shoot a stereo? or is this a reference to the cacophonous sound blasting from the radio?)

of the serene soldier lying on the fields of time

(Here we go again. Very enigmatic. This serene soldier must have shot the radio. Maybe he’s serene now that he doesn’t have to hear the blaring radio with its crazy music. Or maybe the radio is referring to ‘Nam and all its noise and the radios soldiers used to communicate, and now he’s serene because it is over with, no more war with all its terrible noise. And the fields of time what is referred to here? Well fields produce a lot of different things like crops, flowers, weeds or grass and can be used for many things like farming, ranching, baseball games and so on, so maybe it is referring to how things change over time.)

in a world of red and yellow princesses dancing in time with the marching band playing for the constellations who laugh for tomorrow.

(Word games here. red and yellow princesses. Bad and good women? who knows? Are they just going along with life, falling into step with whatever tune they hear, whatever the media tells them? The marching band, is that referring to Sgt Pepper’s Marching Band, or just a parade band that leads the way for a parade or celebrates some achievement or activity? Constellations laughing for tomorrow? The heavens above can’t wait to see how we screw things up and they are entertained by us silly humans?

K. C. Barry

PS: I wrote this poem many years ago in the early 70s. I am always curious if anyone understands it or gets meaning out of it.

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Y COMIERON PERDICES

La intangibilidad, la inexistencia material

eso era lo que nos preocupaba tanto

la imposibilidad de ser certeros, de palparla

y un tanto irónica la felicidad reía feliz.

“¡Mirenla ahí esta!”- enloquecía un compañero

creía poder verla, decía poder tocarla.

“Esto es lo que yo llamo una mentira”

argumentaba pedante un insensible.

En la tenaz búsqueda, sollozaba el persistente

sin poder entregarse sin rendirse, sin encontrarla.

El más pesimista se entregaba, desconfiado

expresando su poca voluntad. “Demasiado esfuerzo”- decía

El atolondrado creía poseerla, por simple conformidad

y se conformaba entonces creyendo que la tenía.

Por ahí el egoísta decía saber cómo era, sin compartirlo

mientras el envidioso dudaba de la veracidad del hecho.

“¡Por Favor, felicidad!”- lloriqueaba el depresivo

salándose una llaga que florecía en su boca.

“Esto es todo lo que necesito” – esgrimía el mediocre

convenciéndose de que era lo máximo que podía.

En busca de su estado eterno, el científico la estudiaba

procurando encontrar la enzima que la provocaba.

Mientras que el matemático desestimaba sus intentos

asegurando sobre la neutralidad de los hechos.

Asustado el filósofo, discutía con todos los mortales

por miedo a no convencer a nadie de su existencia.

“Tranquilos ya va a llegar el día” – festejaba el idealista

convencido de que la revolución ya estaba cerca.

Aldo Huxly, el escritor, daba las pautas de un mundo feliz

perpetuando a cada humano en un estanco sin ambiciones.

Mientras tanto la maestra pedía un decálogo de felicidad

por si algún iluminado sabia de los diez pasos para conseguirla.

Y en la imposibilidad de ser certeros, todos

por su intangibilidad y su inexistencia material

irónicamente despreocupados, relajados

de casualidad, felizmente encontramos felicidad.