Based Off Of The Dogboy/catboy Drawing That @ajoure Made A While Ago. He's A Stinky Bastard Man Whose

After weeks of contemplation, I finally created a human reference sheet for my Poppy Playtime OC, Charlie Malloy. I'm terribly sorry for taking so long. 😔😔

He's got heterochromia because... I don't know, I just think it's neat. He's a very sweet little man, only two apples tall! 🥰🥰

Leith Pierre and Harley Sawyer reaction images from my latest video.

Feel free to use, but only with credit. Don't make me hunt you down, dawg.

Going off of the comic I posted on March 7th (the one where @ajoure and I's Harleys talk to each other), I realize that they would, in fact, not talk to each other like that. They would NOT be that chill. 😭😭

Warnings: Mention of dismemberment and dissection, mention of child abuse, mention of murder, mention of war crimes (?)

Going past all the confusion with meeting up with another version of yourself, MI!Harley (mine) would absolutely DESPISE HL!Harley (@ajoure's). You mean to tell me that he would be "OKAY" with another version of himself dating the very man who took his boyfriend away?? *looks in the mirror* WHAT KIND OF DIALOGUE WERE YOU COOKING UP??? WHAT WAS THIS MISCHARACTERIZATION OF YOUR OWN AU????

Seriously, MI!Harley would not even want to look at HL!Harley. The fact that Leith dissected his (both of theirs) body and turned him into a supercomputer was bad enough, but add onto the fact that MI!Harley had to watch Charlie—his own fucking boyfriend—get mutilated and go through so much pain right in front of him, and he couldn't do anything, and he full-on LOATHES Leith. He completely HATES him. Sending the animatronics (toys) after him wasn't enough during the Hour of Joy; he had to kill him himself. He had to mess him up the same way he messed Charlie up. He had to make him pay.

Not only that, but MI!Harley would be so disturbed by the fact that HL!Harley (canon as well) manipulated and experimented on children and turned them into the toys. My Harley isn't that cruel, he was just making animatronics for war. 😭😭 He wasn't too fond of children (*discreetly hides fan-child for Charlie and Harley*), but he wouldn't even dream of hurting them. Mind you, he's still not that good of a person—still got that nasty attitude and that sadistic nature—but he's a lot more tame than any other version of Harley.

Also, he would be so confused that HL!Harley got his body back. "That backstabber actually created a new body for you? A human form that looked like your original? That's quite disgusting... and obsessive," is what he'd say. And I know that in the comic I made of their non-canonical meet-up, both of them are "human" (robot in HL!Harley's case), but my Harley doesn't get his old body back. He's stuck as that humanoid cyborg thing. (Kinda dangerous.. Kinda sexy. /ref)

So, that was an unnecessary ramble on how incorrect my comic is to my own version of Harley. I just wanted to do something silly, but my brain wouldn't let me brush over it and not address it, so now you have this jumble of words on a screen. I'm so sorry, @ajoure. Forgive me. 😔😔

I love me a sad, nerdy man with brown hair (he'd literally my type, guys. I'm a simple man). HIS VEST IS SO HARD TO DRAW. VIK, GET A DIFFERENT VEST, MAN. 😭😭

The cold, dead eyes are what drew me in, and I stayed because he's a lovely individual. Love me some quiet, intellectual types.

I haven't thought much about what I'd be like in the Arcane universe (it's like the Nimona situation where it's hard to make a new original character when everyone else is so fleshed out), but I like to think that Golden would be able to control snakes or something (I love snakes).

GuuuuuuuUUuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUYS!!

YOU GUYS, I JUST WATCHED Nimona AND I AM SHOOKETH. I AM BAMBOOZLED. UTTERLY PUZZLED. NEW COMFORT MOVIE UNLOCKED. I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS MOVIE.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!

Warnings: Spoilers ahead, mention of attempted suicide, mention of violence

Okay, okay, okay. *looks in the mirror* Calm down, Golden. You need to calm down. It's okay, you're okay. It's just a movie. It's just- HEHEHEHEHEHE!!

I went into this having low expectations. I was thinking it wasn't going to be that good, and, BOY, WAS I WRONG. I was literally crying, and usually, despite me being a crybaby and very sensitive, I don't really cry at movies—BUT THIS ONE HIT ME IN THE FEELS.

Nimona is literally me (in every aspect, yes). I was relating so hard to her, and I loved how she shape-shifted. She was such a chaotic and fun character, and I was laughing to every little thing she was doing (I am easily amused). Also, she's a nice shade of pink that pleases my eyes, and I hate pink. Love how she was animated, too. THE PART WHERE SHE WAS THAT BIG, BLACK SHADOW DRAGON?? AND SHE ALMOST STABBED HERSELF IN THE HEART??? I was dying, bro. AND THEN SHE TURNED INTO A PINK VERSION OF IT AND FLEW INTO THE LAZER?!?! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?! Then she came back, and I was like, "of course she came back, she's the main character." The plot armor went crazy, but I can't be too mad.

And, oh, my God, do NOT get me started on Ballister and Ambrosius. I WAS GIGGLING AND BLUSHING AT THEIR RELATIONSHIP THE ENTIRE TIME. RAAAAAAAAAAAAGH, THEY MAKE ME HAPPY!! And not the lovers to enemies to lovers again, I ate that shit up like a fine-dining, four-course meal. Netflix COOKED with this couple. I was honestly expecting Ambrosius to be that cocky, stuck-up guy that I would despise, but NO. No, I'm in love with him. And Ballister. (Not surprising, I know. I'm very predictable.) I could take them both; not in a fight, though. (I mean, WHO SAID THAT?? WHO SAID THAT???) Please, they were so cute! The little details of them caring about one another made me melt into my seat! My weak, gay heart can only take so much!! 😭😭 And that kiss they shared at the end? Had me kicking my feet and flapping my hands like a.. like a..... I don't know, like a bird? (I'm not good with similes. Leave me alone.) AND I LOVE THE LOVER-INFLICTED INJURY?? I GOBBLED THAT UP, TOO. I WAS CRYING, BUT I WAS ALSO LIKE, "tehe. Couple goals. 🤭🤭"

Overall, 1,000/10 rating, would eat at again. I am completely normal about the gay family. 🙂🙂

[pause the Harley Saywer fixation]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE ACTOR!! THE ONE MAN WHO I'M DYING TO MEET SOMEDAY!! THE PRETTIEST BOY THAT EVER DID, DOES, AND WILL LIVE; MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH, (🦖🦖) THIS MAN LITERALLY MAKES ME SO HAPPY!! WHENEVER HE SMILES, I SMILE!! SHVSHKDJGAKHSIGAKBXVKA!!

Anyways, have a good birthday, Goob. I hope you eat lots of cake and you get lots of presents!! 🥰🥰

GUYS, LOOK; MY FIRST FANART THAT I DIDN'T REQUEST FOR!! MY BOY'S SO PRETTY!! 🥹🥹

After a long while.. I have finally finish

THE SAWYER-VERSE

20 Harley’s! All chilling in casual fits!

@ajoure

@akamon

@sketchtastrophee

@curlyberrrry

@dovewingkinnie

@mm-slashing-boy

@eclipseinvoid

@slyakoch13

@fishymom-art

@archaospetryx

@mrclowninaround

@doctormaki12

@schellis

@harleysawyerlover

@paninityl

@perfectsoyeggz

@thiscalendar

I'm sure I'm misreading this, but Harley seems to be communicating with Leith via the monitor, so Harley is possibly possessing that monitor for the time being?

And at the end, when White wasn't facing Leith, he holds the top of the monitor, like he was petting it. Indirectly, was he caressing Harley?

I dunno, I suck at media analysis.

[AU]

Ruthlessness

is only a mercy upon yourself, right, Pierre?

ahhh my boy is a coward

Gift for @ajoure because I love his human!Harley Sawyer design. I wanna put him in my mouth and run away with him like some dogs will do when they get caught with something they're not supposed to have and they get chased by their owner (affectionate).

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.