Thank You, The Fuck?? Your Design For Him Is So Unique And Is Literally My Favorite Version Of Him! Plus,

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

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Hello, everyone!!

My name is Golden, and welcome to my Tumblr page! I've been meaning to make one for a while, but I just couldn't find the motivation to until now. I'm excited to expand on my interests and meet new content creators! I write and I draw, so I have that going for me. I'll mainly post about fandom OCs than actual original characters.

Speaking of fandoms, the fandoms that occupy my mind—whether that be constantly or on occasion—include the following;

-Criminal Minds

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

-Trolls

-Nimona

-Arcane

-Clowns/Clowncore and circus/circuscore

-The Amazing Digital Circus

-An Extremely Goofy Movie

-Tangled/Tangled the series

-Sing

-Poppy Playtime

-Super Mario

-Bendy and the Ink Machine

-Musicals

-Slashers

-Pokémon

-How to Train Your Dragon

-Five Nights at Freddy's

-Anything Halloween (the holiday) related

-Gravity Falls

Among others that I can't currently think of right now. I also have a YouTube of the same username! And so, sit back, relax, and join me on this thrilling adventure!!

BTW, I am a human being, and as introverted as I am, I love engagement, so don't just mindlessly heart a post (that goes for literally any account)! Comments and re-blogs are the real motivators!

Warnings: Suggestive clothing, suggestive gesture, suggestive pose, Lucifer himself is a warning

This man literally ate and just... left? No comment, no crumbs, just... up and left. What a legend (I will be grieving over the loss of the keychain. I couldn't get it in time).

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. 😔😔🙏🙏

RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!!

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

Warnings: Severe burn marks (damaged skin and eye, flayed ear), mention of (accidental) assassination

Okay, I know that this is extremely self-indulgent (it's not even an OC, that’s literally just me [basically if I was in Nimona]), but I can't help myself. I am only a man, after all.

So, this is Golden Tungstentouch (he doesn't have a last name outside of AUs and just as a persona, but everyone in the movie has a cool last name, so I made one for this version of him) and he was a guard.

He wasn't as strong or as agile as his boyfriends, so he didn't get properly knighted by the queen, but he didn't mind; it's a lot of pressure anyhow. When the queen promoted Ballister and his “sword” started acting up, Golden made the split-second decision to jump in front of the queen and save her from the blast. However, it was all in vain as she died, and he also got injured severely. Because of his injury, he couldn't see well out of his left eye, so he was demoted to simply watch over the Director.

In this universe, Ambrosius unofficially broke up with Ballister (he still very much loves him, but what’re you supposed to do when one of your boyfriends blasts at the other and nearly kills him??) and stayed with Golden, but Golden still considered himself to be in the polyamorous relationship with Bal; he knew that the “assassination” was an accident. When he first met Nimona and Essenal (my OC), he wasn't at all discriminative; he thought their ability to transform into different people and animals was cool.

After the events of the movie, Ambrosius gets back together with Ballister and they all live happily ever after with two shapeshifting “children” (Nimona and Essenal).

Little random fun fact about this version of my persona; Todd is terrified of him because of the one time he got really angry and made a large dent in his locker (Todd was watching the whole time), so he uses that fear to his advantage to scare Todd away from Ballister.

Silly teleportation man. Purple guy (PURPLE GUY—).

My favorite mob in Minecraft other than the creeper (aww, man—). Very silly, very goofy. Will probably change how I draw them later down the road, oh, well.

I joined the casino/servant challenge that @archaospetryx and @birbdaddygram proposed! I like drawing slutty outfits, ngl.

Warnings: Suggestive clothing, bondage with wires

With and without text (the signature in the first one is how I think Harley would sign his name). As you can tell, I'm not very good with pickup lines. 😔😔

God, I love men.

Charlie (my OC) is drooling over this right now.

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 call this outfit for my Harley!

Yk what we should all do with our Harley’s? We should dress them up in playboy bunny outfits and make them run a casino/club of some sort. Just for the laughs 👀👀 😈

Well what are we waiting for?

Let’s open up the casino/club for us Harley fans!!

I call dibs on this for my Harley👇