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Honestly, I don't care if this post is almost a year old; this is literally so true. Who gave him the right to look so good in purple? AND red?? SMH, such a pretty boy.

Spencer reid in purple is my Roman Empire

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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-)

Spencer Reid headcanons because I love my baby boy!!

Warnings: mentions of sex

—He’s demisexual and biromantic (prefers men)

—He’s still afraid of the dark, even more so after prison because he saw firsthand that the most terrible things happen in the dark (*sobs*)

—His guilty pleasure is reading sappy romance novels, whether they’re good or not

—His favorite band is Metallica (this is totally because he mentioned Enter Sandman in the very first episode; I’ve not been sane since then)

—When he texts (which is rare), his grammar is perfect

—Speaking of grammar, when someone says something wrong (like “me and {name}”), he’ll immediately correct them (like “{name} and I”)

—His sense of touch is very sensitive, so if he touches something he doesn't like, he flinches away, and when he's with his S/O, he's constantly trying to touch them to commit them to memory (I’m projecting, shhhhh)

—Him and Ethan DEFINITELY had something going on when they were trying to join the BAU (“academic rivals” my ass. They kissed. (And Ethan 100% took Spencer's virginity))

—Even though he doesn't talk about it, he knows a lot about sex (mind you, he’s no sex God, but he's a quick learner and knows just what to do)

—Hate me if you want, I don't care, but my mans became more dominant after prison (NOT COMPLETELY, JUST MORE. HE’S STILL A SWITCH IN MY HEAD)

—His favorite color is purple (is that even a headcanon? I thought I heard it was canon or something)

—Completely random and does not make sense at all, but he has a freckle on the base of his pubic bone

—He also still has intense headaches, even after season six, because I REFUSE to forget about the pain and confusion he went through just for an episode

—He was born on October 5th. Why? Because it was the release date of the episode his birthday party took place. Also, no, Spencer and Emily don't share the same birthday in canon. How could they forget his AND Emily's in that one episode? Yeah, no. I'm sorry, but there's literally no way they share a birthday (he just knows everyone's birthday, down to the exact time because that information is in the FBI's database)

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.

Underneath the Fairy Lights

SPENCER REID x MALE!READER

Warnings: none (so short yet fluffy!! 🥰🥰), reader is called "sweet boy"

Requested: no

A/N: This isn't my first time writing an "x reader" and it won't be my last, but I haven't written something like this in a while (I mainly write "canon x oc"), so don't judge me if it's not perfect—I'm just a guy! 😖😖

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Spencer was tired as he made his way through the threshold of his apartment after opening the front door, closing it with a bump of his arm. He lazily kicked off his shoes, but still made an effort to straighten them out against the wall. He placed his satchel on his cluttered work desk, and that was when he heard footsteps approaching.

Already knowing who it was, he glanced over his shoulder at you and smiled despite being so utterly exhausted; he lit up whenever he saw you. He sighed as you wrapped your arms around him in a gentle embrace, melting into your touch as he let all thoughts of work exit his mind.

“Hey, sweet boy. I’m sorry, I thought we would be getting home earlier,” he mumbled while turning around to face you and hug you properly. “There was another victim right as we were packing up; we thought we caught the right guy.”

You looked up at him sympathetically, a small pout on your lips as you squeezed your arms around him in a silent assurance that it was okay—mistakes happen. His smile widened just a fraction, as if he knew what you were saying without actually saying it. You two were just connected like that, and that in itself was calming to him.

Something took him out of the moment, though. Something soft yet distracting. He tilted his head up to find a light source peeking out from where the bedroom door was cracked open, his curiosity piqued. He uttered your name, inquiring what exactly you cooked up when he was away.

You grinned and grabbed him by his wrist, leading him into the bedroom to show what you had built; a pillow fort that was surprisingly stable even though it was made up of pillows, blankets, and chairs. Spencer stared at it for a few seconds before chuckling in a fond manner, running his fingers through your hair. He allowed himself to be pulled inside, studying the interior with an expression of awe as he settled on the bed beside you.

“This is beautiful, sweet boy. Thank you. I think.. I really needed this.” He said earnestly, his eyes sparkling underneath the fairy lights.

You thought he never looked prettier than he did now. When you placed a hand on his chest, he shifted his focus back onto you, feeling giddy from your loving gaze that wouldn't stray from him for even a second. He was a good-looking man, he knew that, but it still warmed his heart when you paid the utmost attention to him.

He moved onto his side so that you were facing each other again, no longer admiring the fort but instead admiring each other. The glow of the lights hanging above illuminated both of your features in an enrapturing way, accentuating everything that you loved about each other. At least, the physical things. Spencer found himself reaching up to cup your cheek, cooing as you nuzzled into his warm palm.

“I love you very much, my sweet boy. You make me very, very happy.”

You closed your eyes and murmured out your own “I love you”, but it wasn't like either of you needed to respond to the other in order to know that your feelings are mutual. That was the beauty of your relationship, and no one would be able to take that away.

This is crazy, but I always check my followers pages for funzies to see what cool stuff they post, and you seem new! Idk how or why my page was shown to you as opposed to the more popular ones considering you are newer, but I’m glad you found me. All your interests match up with mine, so I guess that’s why. Also I love the lil clown guys. Clowns are so cool!

Thank you so much!! I've always wanted to join this app, and I've been watching creators from the sidelines (like external sites) so it's fun to finally join in!

I just wanted to introduce my two little guys here!!

Meet Silly and Goofy—two clown brothers who live together in Pranktopia! Pranktopia is a colorful city full of all sorts of fun activities and interesting inhabitants! However, what these two—and many others—don't know is that there's a terrible force changing everything they know. An entity that's turning anything it touches, clowns and scenery alike, into monochrome color schemes and making things sad.

Silly doesn't talk a lot, but when he does, he sounds like the Ink Demon from Bendy and the Dark Revival. He loves pulling pranks on others with his brother, but he knows when to stop. Goofy talks a lot, and he often rambles on about topics he enjoys like musicals and art. He loves pulling pranks on others with his brothers, but he doesn't really know when to stop.

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!