Hey, This Is My An Extremely Goofy Movie OC, Hunter Janelyn. He's A Platinum (golden) Retriever, And

Forget the last post, guys, this style looks a little more accurate. I won't ever achieve the glorious (evolution) style that is Arcane, but this is close enough.

+ I drew Golden (myself) if he (I) were in the universe. Slithery little snake boy. Glisser (the snake) kinda looks like Venom. My bad, gang.

Live 4CMIT reaction:

Four child-murderers in the trenches. What will they do?

All designs belong to @ajoure!! GO CHECK HIM OUT AND FOLLOW HIM BECAUSE HE IS SO COOL AND TALENTED AND COOL AND ARTISTIC AND COOL AND COOL—

Disclaimer: You can use these as reaction GIFs, but please give credit.

This is me when your Harleith is still in the "shit, it's complicated" stage.

I wanna see Leith actually say “I love you” instead of hinting it and Harley completely loses himself 🥹

Hey they have relationships status "shit is complicated" you gotta waittttt

*Harley casts laser beam!*

*It's super affective!*

Live 4CMIT reaction:

Four child-murderers in the trenches. What will they do?

All designs belong to @ajoure!! GO CHECK HIM OUT AND FOLLOW HIM BECAUSE HE IS SO COOL AND TALENTED AND COOL AND ARTISTIC AND COOL AND COOL—

Disclaimer: You can use these as reaction GIFs, but please give credit.

Hot take, but I really like the comic sans font. No, this is not an April Fool's joke, I hate the holiday.

Also, happy birthday Sans!

Hear me out... SecurityAngel could be evil gays—

You know whats funny?

I have, like, more than 1000 followers here, but more than half of them are inactive because they subscribed to me for securityangel or after I posted that one mini comic with Doctor, Doey and Angel titled "what if" (still one of my most popular posts)

And people follow me thinking I draw securityangel, but all I really do is jumpscaring them with evil gays and lmao that's NOT what they expect, I can see by my asks or comments---

Anyway woe, harleith be upon ye

Y'all, I'm not gonna lie, I'm kinda scared to show my OCs on here. Like, I know that a lot of people make their own characters for their favorite medias, but I have such a problem with keeping track.

It's especially bad for Criminal Minds, because that's the OC that I draw and talk about the most, and I've created so many AUs with him and the BAU, but I can't talk about it all without introducing him. I'm serious, I've spammed my best friend (who I'm not even friends with anymore 😭😭) with so many imagines and scenarios with him, and I have no one else who's as interested. And as far as I know, the Criminal Minds fandom isn't too keen on OCs.

Anyways, it's time to introduce y'all to Kenick Reid.

Warnings: Mentions of cannibalism, abuse, death, and addiction

Kenick [REDACTED] was born in Castroville, Texas on October 13th, 1979, in his childhood home. His French parents were cannibals, and they forced him into the same lifestyle. They didn't want him, but because they were hiding from police due to suspicious behavior—they moved to Virginia when he was five—they kept him. However, they severely abused him until their untimely deaths when he was ten. He was taken in by his best friend’s family, whose father was killed while drunk-driving (which he later found out was the reason why his own parents died). A couple years later, when he was eighteen, his best friend’s mother was murdered, and when he saw how distraught she became, he set out to hunt down the killer. Using his instincts, he found the killer and turned him to the police. Ever since that day, he set out to join the FBI so he could help even more people.

On the day of his interview, Kenick ran into Spencer Reid, and he instantly fell in love. However, when Derek teased him, Spencer wanted to show how unaffected he was by being snarky and dismissive to Kenick, even though he loved him, too. They both eventually confessed their feelings during the Lila Archer case (season one, episode eighteen, "Somebody's Watching"), and became a couple. They married on October 21st 2009 and renewed their vows on the same date ten years later. They have three kids, one of which (their first) was birthed by Kenick’s old friend—they named her Diana, after Spencer’s mother. They then had a pair of twins (they both donated) and named them Albert and Edgar. 

Kenick had a pet snake named Échelles that was unfortunately killed while he was out on a case with the rest of the BAU, and he owns a horse named Luscious. He can be more than a little rambunctious and sarcastic, but he uses that front to cover up all his insecurities and fears. He sometimes struggles with relapse on cannibalism, but Spencer always pulls him out before he can, and vice versa with Spencer's addiction. Kenick’s a vegetarian. He speaks English, French, and Spanish, and he talks in a Southern accent when he’s passionate. He's also short as fuck (4'9).

(BTW, the drawings below are really old, I'm sorry. I just didn't feel like drawing him at the moment. 😖😖 AND I REALLY WANNA TALK ABOUT HIS AND SPENCER'S RELATIONSHIP, PLEASE-)

Meet (one of) my Poppy Playtime OC, Charlie Malloy! He worked as an animatronic/toy designer for Playtime Co., and he's dating Harley Sawyer. He had no idea what Harley and the other employees down below were working on, and he still doesn't now.

Warnings: Mention of dissection, mention of deaths, mention of guts

A few days before the Hour of Joy, Leith Pierre and a few scientists grabbed him while he was talking with Harley (who was a computer at this point) and dissected him in front of him, claiming that Harley "wouldn't be allowed the pleasures of love". When the Hour of Joy hit, Harley used his limited powers to preserve Charlie's parts and turn him into a supercomputer as well so that they would never be apart.

Charlie is still optimistic despite what happened—in fact, he doesn't even remember. All he recalls is he was talking to Harley, then he was a robot. His screen projects a mouth instead of an eye because he talks a lot, but he can still see just like Harley can still talk.

I'll make human designs for both of them soon. Trust. 😔😔🙏🙏

Gifted Lunch From a Secret Boyfriend

SPENCER REID x MALE!READER

Warnings: Suggestive (making out), otherwise fluffy, reader is called "sweet boy"

Requested: No

A/N: When I have the motivation, I can write pretty quickly. And feel free to request stuff, whether that be art or fanfic!

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It was early in the morning when Spencer arrived in the bullpen of the BAU, getting himself settled without much of a rush since there wasn't any news about a case yet. The large room was quiet since most of his coworkers hadn't arrived yet. He took advantage of this peace by pulling out a book that his wonderful boyfriend—you—gifted him. By God, he loved you more than anything. You knew just what he liked and what to get him. You were so thoughtful towards him.

As the morning dragged on, he was wrapped up in the book’s contents, mesmerized by the descriptive words on the pages. He could imagine you reading them to him, or vice versa, and the thought made him warm and gooey on the inside. He didn't even realize that he was smiling like an idiot until Derek pointed it out.

“Hey, kid, what's got you in such a good mood so early in the morning, huh?”

He broke free from his trance to look up at his coworker, blinking a few times before he responded with, “nothing. I just found a really good book”, which seemed like an acceptable answer to Derek. He sighed in relief, thankful that his micro-expressions weren't picked up on.

None of his teammates knew that he had a boyfriend, and he intended to keep it that way. It wasn't like he was embarrassed by you—no, not at all—he just didn't want to be teased and mocked. Besides, they didn't even know he was bisexual, which would add to the jokes. Only JJ knew, and he was lucky that she was able to keep secrets, unlike his other best friend.

He looked up when he heard Hotch calling for a meeting in the conference room, undoubtedly for a new case to crack. He thinned his lips in disappointment of not finishing his book, reluctantly packing it up into his satchel. As soon as he stood up from his chair, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Something familiar. And so he turned his head and found you walking up to him with a big smile.

He nearly froze, his face turning pale. His eyes darted around, trying to see if anyone was watching, before gently taking you by the arm and dragging you into the nearest empty room. “What are you doing here?” He asked in a whisper, clearly panicked. “Someone could have seen you.”

You lifted up a brown paper bag, wordlessly communicating that you brought him the lunch that you made for him. He huffed in slight amusement, grabbing the bag and setting it on the ground beside the door. He looked back up at you and cupped your face, giving you a serious expression.

“You need to tell me when you do that next time, okay, sweet boy? My coworkers give me a hard time as it is; they're gonna tease you, too, if they find out we’re dating, and I don't want that.”

You nodded in understanding, though you were a little bummed out about not being able to show how much you love your boyfriend in his workplace. He could tell exactly how you were feeling based on the slight shift in your face. “I know, sweet boy, but this is for the best. I’m just not comfortable yet. When I’m ready, I’ll tell you.”

Spencer then leaned in for a kiss, humming pleasantly at the way your lips slotted together so perfectly. He thought you were perfect for each other, subjectively. He could never get tired of kissing you or touching you or seeing you or hearing you or tasting you. Every sense of his was on high alert whenever you were around, and he was always determined to flush out each one until you were both satisfied. He was brought back down to reality when he heard you whimper.

As soon as he heard that, he moved a hand down to the small of your back so he could pull you closer. He suddenly broke the kiss when he felt a speckle of dust tickle his nose, causing him to sneeze. He glanced around the room, noticing just how spotty the empty storage closet you were currently occupying was.

“This is pretty unsanitary. You know, inhaling too much dust can lead to rather unpleasant effects such as lower respiratory infections, heart disease, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, strokes, and lung cancer. They should have cleaned this room even though nobody uses it and given it a different purpose; it serves as a hazard-” He paused in his ramble when you noted that he was the one who dragged you both in there.

Spencer chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck, averting his eyes to the ground. “Right. Sorry about that, sweet boy. I shouldn't have grabbed you like that, it was rather rude of me.” You reassured him with a peck to his cheek.

His smile became more genuine as he continued kissing you, holding you even closer than before. He sighed against your lips, which he slowly traced with the tip of his tongue until you opened them. His wet muscle slipped inside, dancing with yours in an encased, sensual display of love. You mumbled about how he was worried about dust just a few moments ago, but he couldn't bring himself to care anymore. All he cared about was you.

He shivered as he felt one of your hands wiggle under his many layers to caress his back, enjoying the way your cold fingertips met his heated skin. He slotted his thigh between your legs, pinning you to the metal shelf behind you. Things were getting hotter and hotter until both of you heard Hotch ask for Spencer, forcing you to pull away. He was just as disgruntled as you at the situation, but he didn't have a choice; he had a killer to catch.

He picked up his bag of lunch and planted a chaste kiss to your lips, opening the door for you. He waited about a minute before heading out, meeting the rest of his team in the conference room with a curt apology of being late.

Soon. Soon he would be confident enough to come out to his team and show just how much he loved you. Soon, but not yet. Not yet.

I see no difference. Why are you showing the same picture twice? 💛💛

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