PEE PEE

because i said so and i have free will <3

big stinky pirate man my beloved 💚

🦋whenever you go into the complex he is quick to try and find you. sometimes stuff gets moved around and rooms change, so you have trouble navigating at times, but bro was spawned there so he knows all the different routes and how to get to you. when he finds you he usually lets out an excited groan and splays his arms out expecting a hug! (please give him one, he will be very sad if you don't)

🦋he doesn't really have much to do in there aside from hunt and eat people cuz he's a hungry guy but he's not gonna hunt and eat you so he usually just ends up following you around wherever you wanna go

🦋if you have activities you like to bring into the backrooms like a book, a sketchpad, whatever it may be he will sit intently and watch you do whatever you're doing and won't move for hours, just observing you

🦋he can understand what you're saying but can't talk back so feel free to just yap whatever you like to yap about to him, he's a very good listener! (also i don't think he blinks so he's just gonna stare awkwardly at you the entire time you're talking)

🦋he's definitely collected random items from throughout the complex like couches, random chairs, the occasional pillow, and brought them all into one room for you that serves as your little makeshift bedroom (even though there's probably beds down there for you to actually sleep on)

🦋when you're tired he likes to pick you up and carry you someplace soft and lay down with you wrapped up in his long lanky arms and lets you sleep, he doesn't need sleep himself but he just likes holding you and feeling you breathe softly as you curl up against him

nightcrawler art n_n ! no lace ver under cut

Of course! Sorry it took so long to get this out. Hope you enjoy. Kinda short I apologize. There might still be some typos.

Spawn x reader pt 2

Pt 1

It’s been a few months since your interview with Spawn, and things have somewhat changed for him. Your article sparked a lot of discussion with the community, many other news anchors wanting to hear your story. Some people still believed he was a monster, but a good chunk of people were seeing him in a new light. Something he was secretly grateful for.

It took some time, but he slowly warmed up to you. Very, painfully, slowly. Encountering him after the interview was purely chance, or so you thought. He showed up anytime you were having a hard time, whether that be with another story, or criminals. Turns out, getting an exclusive interview with spawn put quite a target on your back.

You didn’t mind the extra company at first, till spawn was practically watching over your shoulder. I mean you could feel him staring holes into your back. He was like a grumpy old cat to you. He tolerates you from a distance. During one of your late night conversations you told him that, he just gave a loud disappointed sigh.

Tonight was one of those nights. It had rained earlier, so the wind smelt like asphalt and wet earth. You were in rat city tonight, sitting on some decrepit building with Spawn. It was a calmer night, neither of you really felt the need to talk. Leetha had a corner of itself wrapped around your wrist, mindful of the drop like always.

“How was your day?” You asked finally, looking over at the mass besides you. Spawn didn’t say anything at first, just watching over the city lights.

“Fine.” He grumbled raspyly. You smiled a bit, quietly snickering. Spawns mask around his eyes narrowed slightly, his head tilting towards you. “What’s so funny?” He asked.

“Your voice, it always sounds like you need a cough drop.” I snickered, watching the narrowing motion happen again. Silence fell over the two of you again, your fingers absentmindedly messing with some threads on Leetha.

“Don’t do that.” Spawn said, watching you pull your hand away from Leetha.

“Sorry, force of habit.” You say, instead picking at your own clothes.

“Don’t apologize.”

“You’re awfully bossy today.” You countered, smiling. Spawn just shook his head, like a disappointed father. You didn’t want to sit in silence again, so you began to ramble about your day. And you rambled for a long time, the one sided-conversation hopping from subject to subject soon enough.

Spawn just listened, occasionally humming for acknowledgment. He’d never say it out loud, but he’s come to enjoy your company. It made him feel human again, normal. You didn’t shrink away from in fear, you didn’t look at him like he was some monster. Spawn didn’t remember when you rambling trailed back off into silence, only that Leetha moved to drape over you did he finally look over.

You were asleep, still sitting up somehow, but asleep. Spawn froze up a bit, not sure what to do with you. It’s not like you could sleep here. So carefully, his clawed hands picked you up. He was gentle so to not jostle you around while taking you back home, his heart squeezing a bit at the quiet sounds you made in your sleep.

He landed on your fire escape with practiced ease, pushing open the window and squeezing you both past the small frame. He froze when you woke briefly, only relaxing again once he felt your body grow heavy again. He walked you to your bed, laying you down slowly. Your body naturally borrowed under your covers with such ease one would’ve thought it was a natural occurrence.

I don’t see a lot of spawn stuff on here, a shame for sure, so I came to contribute

TW for canon typical violence

Pt 2

You’re a reporter, trying to get something good to at least get something of yours published for once. And as most reporters do, you go out and do interviews. Your first mistake was going out on your own, your partner said he was sick. Typical, he never wanted to work for anything. You had big ambitions, you wanted to interview New York’s very own anti hero. Spawn.

This task proves way to difficult for an interview, it kinda went over your head how hard it’d be to actually find the guy. You knew that he frequented Rat city often, but you were a bit nervous going there on your own. So after a long day of waiting for something to happen, you gave up. It was getting dark, so you started home, already feeling the headache coming on for the boring writing you’d have to resort to, again.

You should’ve seen it coming in hindsight, you were alone, it was getting dark, and it’s New York City. You barely had time to process the movement in your peripheral before you were yanked into an alley way. You let out a frightened scream while being slammed into a wall. Two men stood in front of you, the biggest one held you against the rough brick, while the other was the lookout. The one holding you was demanding you give up your wallet, when you refused, he shoved you to the very dirty ground.

The other guy was urging the bigger one to hurry up, which made the other guy annoyed. The bigger man only got a few hard kicks to your back before getting thrown away from you. A clawed hand pushed you back, away from the violence about to occur. You watched with a stunned expression as Spawn, the very man you’ve been looking for all day, was here and absolutely obliterating the men. I mean if being beaten didn’t make you a little surprised, watching the men get killed in front of you was a shock.

When it was all over, Spawn turned towards you. He eye’d you before turning away woth a cold.

“Go home.”

You felt a shiver run down you spine at he deep and gravely voice. You were still reeling from what had occurred, you just watched him walk off. When you realized this might be your only chance to get this interview, you practically sprinted forwards with a desperate.

“Wait!”

You nearly ran into him when he stopped and looked over his shoulder. You took a few steps back, your heart racing.

“Um-I-Thank you.” You blurted, feeling a bit at a loss when he turned and kept walking.

“Uh, mr. Spawn sir! If I could just ask you a few questions!” You say quickly, following him.

“I don’t do questions. Go.” He grumbled, but you persisted.

“I’m a reporter, and I think that people give you a bad rep. You help me, I help you.” You say, skidding to a stop as he turned on his heel, getting into your face.

“I don’t want your help.” He growled, making you shrink a bit. But you wouldn’t let him shake your resolve.

“But you need it. Everyone thinks you’re just another low life criminal. But you just saved my life. I can rewrite the story, show everyone that you aren’t the villain they make you out to be!” You say sternly, though your voice definitely wobbled a bit. You watched as the eyes on his mask narrow, before going back to a normal scowl.

Since i am currently into just sketching from screenshots i wanted to give the oppertunity for people to request Overwatch characters I should draw in my sketchbook. Feel free to ask for a specific character and if you want also a specific skin.

Example:

if you'd rather buy a plushie - here's the shop he and his wife run!

heres the petition mentioned in the statement:

and for more info on the boycott check out this site: