Yes, I Do, In Fact, Have A Nimona OC—Essenal—but He's Not Very Original. Basically, He's Nimona's

Inspired by @ajoure's board game posts.

Harley's a little shit, and we all know damn-well he'd be great at boardgames. Motherfucker would cheat, too; he'd put a camera behind Angel for card games.

Based off of this image ⬇️⬇️

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

same picture

Viktor Nation, would you like some merman!Viktor for Mer-May?

Silly fishy. I wanna capture him and put him in a tank (respectfully).

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

If you take requests Harley Sawyer and Sammy Lawrence doing something together idk I just need them

Whenever Sammy gets passionate (usually when talking about the Ink Demon), he starts to drip a lot of ink!

Harley just sits back and listens, wondering how the hell Sammy can be alive while only being a glob of shaped ink.

You guys, I can't do it. Arcane is literally such a good show that despite ripping me to shreds from the inside out, I'm going back to watch it again after finishing it barely a week ago. 😭😭

Viktor and Jayce have such a tight grip on me that it's not even funny. I'm gonna binge every episode (save for one) until I'm done (no breaks (except for the bathroom, of course), I'm raw-dogging this shit).

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.

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!

@archaospetryx I have a snack for you.

Mr. Thunder Thighs over here really preached that "thick thighs save lives". With those child-bearing hips, they can do anything.

My redesigns of some of the characters for my AU; Mechanical Instinct (yes, the FNaF song).

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mentions of abuse, mentions of injury

Basically, in the alternate universe, the toys you see are animatronics controlled by AI, meaning that no children possess/become them. Instead, they are linked directly to Harley Sawyer's database—he controls them, forcing them to go after you (the player). However, some of the animatronics (like Dogday, Poppy, Kissy Missy, etc) broke free from Sawyer's system and are running rogue. The Prototype is more so attached to Sawyer than it is a separate entity, but it too is an AI that feeds off of him and occasionally does things by itself.

This all started years ago, when Playtime Corporation was first founded. The owners wanted to create robots who could watch over children and take care of them while their parents were away, serving as a daycare. But, Pierre and Sawyer actually created the animatronics with the intent to use them as weapons, which is why all of their teeth are so sharp. Employees were obviously concerned about this, especially since parents were sending in complaints about their kids coming home with bite marks on them from the animatronics malfunctioning. In retaliation, Sawyer and Pierre abused their employees into submission, threatening them not to tell a word, and none of them did.

Eventually, Playtime was shut down due to the amount of unresolved complaints they were getting—as well as the Hour of Joy, where the animatronics completely went haywire by Sawyer's control and started killing patrons—but the robots still roam the halls.