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@hkevisvlsvso
Some Horrid Henry fanart
//Criminal//
We are so back with some crime au lore.
We continue with Deniz after the events of Raban‘s pov the night before. Deniz‘ father used to be at the military at some point but now works at the police who also happens to be investigating crimes committed by Leon and his group. At this point the authorities don‘t know much about him and his friends, only that they are rogue teenagers causing trouble. What‘s so special about them is that they leave numerous bodies and gruesome tracks behind but vanish into thin air. The police department believes that they must be mentally ill causing them to get violent, though Deniz assumes something else could be the reason for their violence. Fascinated by the odd scenes left by the bunch he diggs deeper into the criminal group.
Although it might not be the only reason he‘s doing this for Deniz has an unhealthy obsession with true crime and psychology, more in particular twisted psychology. He wants to know how these deprived minds work, why they turn so violent, how it develops, to see if he can find a pattern and if he himself is one of them. He has so many questions he wants answered to the point he‘d risk his own life for it. Although he’s smart he can be stubborn and reckless when he‘s committed to his goals. Because of this his father is more cautious to share some things of his work that could potentially put Deniz in danger. But that also results in Erol keeping an arms length between him and his son outside of work, which effects Deniz emotionally. Deniz wants to prove himself to his father so he‘ll finally let him closer, therefore he goes all out in his secret investigation.
Deniz is a pretty bright guy so he eventually discovered more about the bunch and their location. His first meeting with them was not so great though but after some heated talking and convincing Deniz proves he only wants to figure out more about their lifes and minds and won‘t snitch them out to the police. After gaining their trust he joins the bunch on their little death adventures while also figuring out more about himself. Turns out he himself has an unnormal amount of wild in him and through this discovery he convinces the others to research the wild deeper in order to understand themselves and to deal with it. But before he can get comfortable with his friends and be with a group he can finally belong to his father and police step in and he‘s conflicted which sides to take. It turns out it was always his plan to betray them to the police, to his father, but not so soon. The interference of his father was unplanned for. So after the friendships he‘s betrayed and broke he realizes he‘ll regret his choice bitterly.
Leon didn‘t trust him the moment they caught him spying on them, he always kept an close eye on Deniz and would always start fights with him. So Deniz‘ betrayal proved Leon‘s distrust. But that his suspicions were right hurt more for Leon than he openly admits. Perhaps gunning down bad guys with Deniz might‘ve thrilled Leon like no one ever has before.
Deniz get‘s along with Raban really well since they both approach combat more strategically and coordinated. They share same interests and formed a friendship pretty fast. So was the case with Vanessa who also taught him a lot of marcel arts. Since Deniz was familiar with the police and military Vanessa could easily connect with him since she also has a background with the military. He also got along well with Markus and Jojo, though both don‘t talk much with anyone so he connected with them with quiet serenity and mindful acts of loyalty. So it was a large heartbreak in the group when he betrayed them. A heartbreak Deniz would never be able to mend back.
…or perhaps he can gain their trust back if he helps them break out of prison? After all, he‘s got nothing to loose but his only friends…or his father.
OKAY THIS SO DAMN GOOD I HAD TO COME BACK TO REBLOG OMG WHAT
I LOVE THIS
...okay a really random way to come back after many months of silence, but
we had to do this umh thing in school and this was really the only thing that came in my mind :D it's old but i found it in my gallery and it's dwk related so-
Yea ik it's really beautiful, we had to use geometric shapes only(don't ask idk either lmao)
just gonna leave that here @hkevisvlsvso
LMAOO ADAM LOOKS SO TOUCHED AAHAHAHAHAAA
I may be tired but all this smiling is making my cheeks hurt
HEAR ME OUT WITH MY LUCAS X ADAM OBSESSION -by wooms
These lil fucks can‘t get out of my fucking head so I might as well ramble about them! Damn you Felix and Shadix for having such awesome ocs istg.
Since they are from opposite teams it defo has a hint of delicious enemies to friends and I fucking LOVE IT
Now behold, I wrote a lil something on these two, don‘t mind grammar mistakes, I just had the urge to write something about them (TW///!!!SH; ATTEMPTED SUICIDE!!!//)
Fallen onto loving Dust
I cling onto the razor blade like my life depended on it. I see how a red droplet runs down the silver metal reminding me that there is still color in me. But I haven‘t felt any color in myself for years and especially now it‘s all drained away into a soulless shade of gray. The door to my room is locked shut, unable to be opened from the inside. I wouldn‘t be able to leave even if I tried to pick the lock, my father would be standing in front of the apartment door blocking my way to leave. And he made sure I wouldn‘t even try to escape. I guess I should‘ve shut my mouth before I opened it. When I returned home with bruises on my knuckles my father frowned in anger already knowing what had happened. I could tell he had been staying up all night, drinking, because the rings under his eyes have sunken even deeper than I remembered, like they would slowly stick onto his skull‘s eye sockets. The principal had called and told me everything, he said with disappointment in his eyes. With his frowned eyebrows he looked even more frightening and his yellow-brown eyes stabbed daggers into my chest. But his raspy voice made me empathetic towards this man I call my father. I don‘t even know why he cared that I had tried to beat up a boy, which I failed because I never know how to properly throw punches and perhaps I‘ll never know, but fights like those occur on a daily basis.
I would always return home with a scraped knee, a black eye or with blue spots all over my body and my father wouldn‘t bat an eye. In some cases he would just snarl some remarks my way and would go right back to his sad tv show. The reason this got his hard to acclaim attention is because I happened to push the boy against a fragile glass podest where useless competition prices are presented. Now, it wasn‘t my fault Loris was an athletic mess that his rock hard muscles could cut through glass and shatter it like it were useless cardboard. But that caused Loris to get some injuries and a bill to my father with a large amount of money to pay for the damages. For expensive glass like that it sure shattered like it wasn't even worth a cent. My father works all day trying to scrape up any form of money, and would always stay up all night drinking away his sorrow so he wouldn‘t have to think about the debts he already has weighing on his shoulder. And a bill from the school on top of that is understandably the last thing you would want to happen.
But maybe if he didn‘t spend all his leftover money on beer he could at least save some for cases like these. And I did tell him that, maybe a little more snappy than I meant it to come out. And that was where I crossed his line he never even established to me, he got furious and screamed at me like he would spill out his saved up negative energy he seemed to have hid over the years. I had never seen him so upset and vulnerable and I felt my whole body freeze up while my heart dropped to my stomach. I didn‘t mean to upset him, I really thought he’d ignore my bruises and the usual calls of the principal like he normally did. But when it comes to money it‘ll bring out the worst in people. It always does, so with another bruise added to my weak body he locked me into my room and made sure I wouldn‘t be going anywhere else, anywhere where he can‘t see me, anywhere else where he can‘t see what a burden I am. In a bitter way I can relate, because I can‘t even look at myself. The ash raven hair, deep eyes that make me look like a puppet and pale skin that reminds you of a corpse. It‘s like a burden I must carry like a mask.
I can feel the trail of dried tears on my cheeks and the aching pain of my cut flesh along my wrist. I hoped the pain would release some stress and ease me but it didn‘t fulfill its usual effect. The walls of my room are suffocating and looming over me like I was a bird in a cage. I wanted to get out, escape and never see those rotten walls ever again. But there was nothing I could do but to let my thoughts spiral.
So I laid on my carpet floor staring out my window, hoping I could just end all of it.
The window…
I weakly get up and slowly slide over to the transparent frame. I open the handle and look down until I see solid ground. I‘m on the 4th floor of one of the graffiti castles. Only a few meters in front of my view is another grey apartment building with balconies, hiding the sun from my eyes. Even if the building wasn‘t there the sun would hide behind the cloudy fog that has been gathering in the sky for the past weeks. It's like even the sun knows there is no hope left for me. But it didn‘t matter to me. I just wanted to leave, to escape, to just end it all.
With tempted eyes I leaned over the windowsill, my hand pressing against the ledge supporting my body so I could climb up. I hesitated, estimating if I‘d only break my legs and suffer the consequences of dying in pain or if it would be quick. I breathed in and as I was just about to lean in and let my body fall a distant but close voice called something that pulled me back into reality.
“HEY BLUE EMO BOY!“
I looked up and in the building in front of me I saw a figure standing on one of the lower balconies. Orange messy hair moves off the figure's face as they raise their hand and wave it at me enthusiastically. Without a closer look I could tell it was one of the siegers but unlike the others he was smaller than the rest and had a bigger smile displayed at any moment whenever I saw him on school grounds.
He never involves himself in the siegers bully beatings, he only stands on the side watching as Kong holds one of their victims down while Cesil bunches the air out of them. I wonder if he secretly enjoys watching them beat up an innocent kid. One time the siegers pinned me at the lockers and made sure I won‘t leave without another bruise to display on my body which has become a museum at this point. And there, In the corner of my eye, I saw the fox haired boy watching, looking at me with sorry eyes. Or perhaps I just imagined it, because I was too focused to endure the pain of Michi‘s fists. In chemistry we happened to sit next to each other. We never exchanged any words even after that one occurrence at the lockers until he decided to start a conversation when we had to work on a group experiment togethe. That was today, before the fight with Loris, he had asked me if I enjoy soccer. With slight caution I hesitantly answered that I did and before I knew it the boy‘s face lit up and happily continued to ask questions like: „Are you good at soccer? You play with those wild soccer bunch, don‘t you? Do you know Deniz? Are you friends with him?“ His odd approach as a sieger surprised me, since I didn‘t expect someone like him to be interested in me without a sick twist to make fun of me. But he didn‘t seem to have any vicious intentions when he continued to ask a pile of questions and the more I answered them with short words the more talkative he‘d become. I’d ask him if he played soccer and without a second he joyfully started talking like a waterfall. He‘d happily yap about soccer and chemistry and mentioned some smoke bombs he builds for fun without caring if I even listened or not. „I can show you whenever you have time! You live in the graffitti castles, don’t you?“ He wasn't anything like the quiet bystander that I had seen when he was present to witness my ass getting beaten up.
I was surprised to see him here out of all places. What was he doing in the other building? And what did he want from me?
I heard him yelling something my way but it was hushed by the distance between us. I tried to make out the shushed words but eventually attempted to ask again after a pause. „What?“ I yelled, confused. The boy took a breath and removed the bag from his back that I hadn't noticed he carried.
“Are you in your room?“ he repeated loudly.
"Yeah?" I called back with uncertainty.
„OH, ...cuz I thought you lived in this building!“ He pointed to the ground indicating the building he‘s in. Why would he be looking for me?
„Errrm, are you trying to climb down?“ He asks. I had forgotten I was still sitting on the ledge of my window. My face heated, I felt exposed getting caught in such a dangerous position. I felt embarrassed that somebody would have actually witnessed something I wouldn‘t be able to regret…
„Uh…something like that…I‘m grounded.“ I yelled back.
The boy's face lit up into a smile, like he didn‘t assume anything else.
„OH, I SEE! Do you do this often?“
Just like in chemistry he asks questions that seem disingenuous, but whenever I look into his eyes I only see the opposite, a spark of interest.
„Never done it before since I‘m almost never home…“
“WHAT?“
„NO“ I yell. My voice feels raspy and I‘m genuinely impressed how that guy can continue to yell proper sentences.
„WELL THEN HOW DO YOU PLAN TO CLIMB DOWN?“ He yells, no, almost screams. What is this guy‘s deal? But he‘s right, what is my plan? There is nothing I could latch onto this side of the building, dressed in naked, smooth concrete, and I originally was going to commit to something else. As I look down into the deep the intrusive thoughts from before return and a shiver crawls up my spine.
“I don‘t know.“ I admitted.
The orange haired boy looked around then down, he squinted his face like he was thinking about something.
„Perhaps you can try to jump to me?“
„WHAT?!“
Has he gone mad? I can‘t jump that far! These buildings were almost 5 meters apart, no one can make that, especially me who‘s caught up in every fight and still can‘t punch so I doubt my athletic skills are any better.
“I‘m sure you can make it! It‘s only a few meters and this platform is only on the 3rd floor!“
I shake my head violently, who the hell even is this guy? He talks like 5 meters is only a cat jump you‘d attempt everyday. He has such a wild and unrealistic imagination of things I can‘t wrap my head around it.
“Are you crazy?! I won‘t make that!“ I scream in irritation.
“You never know if you don‘t try!“ He yells jokingly with a huge smile, showing his tiny tooth gap, plastered on his face.
He‘s insane.
But in his shift of expression I can tell he is being serious. This is crazy. I really shouldn't. I could risk making him witness something that will haunt him for the rest of his life.
But in that moment I felt the locked door behind me looming over my presence, reminding me that my father is behind it drinking himself another round of corona beer. The thought of him being present in the same place as me made me feel weak, felt even more dangerous to me than taking this jump. I wanted to escape after all…so why not go for it? And if I miss…well, both scenarios lead to the same goal.
„I can try and catch you! But if you 're unsure then you don‘t have to! I don‘t want you to break your legs!“, the fox haired boy yelled.
“…No I‘ll try!“ I announced with a hint of determination. I took another look at the distance and estimated where I should land. Although the sight makes my knees shiver, turning them into jelly, I gulped down a clump down my throat, took a breath and slowly but surely started taking a few steps back from my window.
I took one last breather before I started sprinting towards the light. I took a large leap forward, my stomach did a flip, and the next second I watched as the ground beneath me vanished, turning into the depth that‘s rushing past me.
I see the balcony before me so I reach out my hands in an attempt to grab the ledge. But all air left my body when I slipped and didn‘t succeed to grab the concrete edge. But instead of hitting the solid ground, crushing me to mush a rough hand grabs my sleeve instead, pulling me up in an instant. I hastily climbed up the balcony sitting down on the floor leaning my back on the concrete scaffolding, trying to catch my ragged breath. I let out a blow of air I didn‘t even know was in me, but before I could collect myself a face was already kneeling next to mine smiling at me enthusiastically.
“Hey, you did it! That was pretty decent for your first time!“ cheered the fox haired boy.
His sunny smile and raised eyebrows contrasted with my shocked and disturbed look. I slowly turn my head towards him. If my expression could express words he‘d hear me scream that he was insane, crazy and a total maniac. But he didn‘t budge and only giggled with delight, his grey eyes sparkling with joy, as he exclaimed „Well now that you‘re here I can show you some of my smoke bombs!“ He grabs his bag on the ground, shaking it excitedly. I was unable to be mad at someone like him.
“Who even are you?“ I just blurted out of irritation.
„I‘m Lucas!“ He regularly answered. He reached a hand to me with that smile I‘ll always be taken aback by.
“And you are…?“, he firmly asked.
I look into his face, wondering what just happened, what I had just done and what ghost possessed me to do something so bizarre. But once I realised how stupid this situation was I finally let out a quiet but weak giggle. I slowly reached for his hand without a second thought.
“Adam…“
I said.
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I don‘t write a lot but I hope this was somewhat of a smooth read
✨Anyway HeadcanonsTIME✨
-Lucas is most likely going to be attempting to climb up to Adams apartment. Probably failed plenty of times but Adam still appreciates his attempts
-Lucas always yaps about building fun devices so he could vandalize certain places but he doesn‘t have the materials for it since they‘d be illegal to get. Since Adam knows a few places he gets Lucas those materials as a gift. Lucas questions where the hell he got them from but Adam just shrugs it off. Lucas is scared to know anyway
-Adam tried to get Lucas to do some drinking games with him but he always refuses Because he dislikes the bitter taste. So Adam just gives him a coke mixed with vodka in hopes he won‘t notice. Lucas ends up being more of a messy drunk then Adam had intended. After that he keeps alcohol far away from Lucas.
-Whenever Lucas is hyper he climbs things up or does dangerous parcour on top of buildings. One time Adam saw him climb on top of the school‘s rooftop on a weekend, scaring the shit out of Adam
-Whenever they want to meet up Lucas parcours his way to Adam because he‘s way too excited. While Adam waits he chugs down at least two cigs because he‘s nervous.
-They are the best duo in chemistry class
-Before meeting Lucas, Adam spent most of his money on cigs or snacks. But now he buys little things for Lucas because they remind him of the orange head.
-Adam made Lucas a huge poster of the periodic table for his birthday
-Lucas stole a CD of Tokio Hotel for Adam
-Whenever Lucas is with the siegers and sees Adam with the bunch he just has the urge to run over to them but he has to internally stop himself
-Before realizing Adam had a crush on Lucas he just rambled to Markus about him whenever he escaped to his place
-Lucas is definitely that kid that puts mentos into soda in the most wrong places
-After Adam has some fights with the siegers Lucas secretly visits Adam to make sure he‘s okay. Adam tells him he‘s used to it but Lucas still feels bad and buys him some spezi to make him and himself feel better.
-Kong knows Lucas is secretly meeting with Adam. Now he also has something to use against him whenever Lucas threatens Kong to tell the others that he hangs with Marlon
And last but not least SKETCHES:
(Ough, I‘m going insane over them)
HEIWVWLSVSPSVQ WOOMS FUCK U YOU LIL LOVELY PIECE OF SHIT I LOVE THESE
I'M SMILING SO HARD AND GIGGLING WHILE I'M TRYING TO LOOK COOL F*** U MADE ME LOOK STUPID IN A BUS
THANK YOU this was the best birthday present ever and it's not even my birthday?!? Ur so good at writing i love them i love you u made my depressed ass happy
Off topic
Use your creativity and vocabulary:
What is the most hurting thing that a bully can say to 13 yo boy?
This has nothing to do with anything, i'm just trying to write some shit (no dwk shit, well okay that too but this thing isn't related to that :<)
Gay kids from gay kids so gay you just have to love ehm
(Ocs from @shadixth and @hkevisvlsvso)
I LOVE THEM I LOVE YOU HIWJWHWOWVSPQBQÖWHRJ
[I will post soon. I really will. I just have to figure out what to post]
I'm sorry, I have no justifications for these
Raban needs a partner. Do u have any ships on him? Or like yeah, we have Raban x Deniz, but the official main thing is Deon, and Raban is alone again
I always shipped him with Jojo.. I'm a JojoxRaban 4lifer!!
Okay tbh same but then there is Jojo and Markus..
But yeah i like Jojo x Raban too there is no enough content of them :<
Raban needs a partner. Do u have any ships on him? Or like yeah, we have Raban x Deniz, but the official main thing is Deon, and Raban is alone again
Yes
Fuck idk how to continue this and i have to post SOMETHING so you'll get this now :')
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It's a normal autumn day. Almost every orange and yellow leaf is glued to the wet ground. The wind blows the last leaves on the trees in every direction and the cloudy sky is not trying to symbolien anything.
Marlon is just casually walking home from school whan Kong appears in front of him.
"Hey Marlon, where's your brother?" Kong asks.
"I'm not sure, mabye he is already at home? Do you have something to say to him or why are you asking?" Marlon answers. He's trying to sound like he doesn't even know Kong, but it's quite impossible so a small smile tends to corner of his mouth. Which is annonying cause he's not in a very social mood right now. His plan for the rest of the day was just going home and sleeping, mabye playing a bit soccer alone. Now Kong came and Marlon is afraid that he really WANTS to hang out with Kong.
"No, i'm not gonna say anything to him."
Kong sounds like he hates Leon. How does he hate Leon but not Marlon? "I just wanted to check that he's not with you. That you're alone."
"Oh Kong please stop it you're making me blush", Marlon says, as sarcastic as he can. For a moment Kong doesn't say anything, just looks at Marlon. The look in his eyes is something like... confused? Awkward? Marlon doesn't know. Anyways, it was a stupid idea to say that. Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid. Now Kong is just like 'okay, see you!' and leaves. And never speaks to Marlon again. Marlon shouldn't think like this but he wants that Kong speaks to him.
"Sooo, you don't have anything to do today, do you?" Kong asks. Marlon grins and looks at the sky. He could just say that he has to go home... cleaning up. He could. Kong would never know.
"No i don't", Marlon answers slowly. He suddenly remembers that he didn't sleep last night cause he tried to learn drawing. He hopes that Leon won't notice his scetchbook wich is full of random empty heads with mohawks and dark shiny eyes watcing straight into your soul and... mabye he drew Kong a few times.
Kong grins.
"Okay then. Let's go," he says and starts walking along the road. Marlon quickens his steps to catch up with him.
"Wait, where?"
Kong looks at Marlon and grins again.
"Buy you a better earring ofcourse?" he says. Oh. Of course.
Marlon hasn't even thought of his earring. Or yes he has, but not like, buying new.
"Ummmh.. i don't have that much money. Arent earrings a bit. Expensive." He asks.
"Yes, usually," Kong tells kindly. "But I know a couple of guys."
Marlon is not sure does he really want to know who are these 'couple of guys' that Kong mentioned and why did Kong mention them, but it feels kinda nice in some way.
"Let's go"
Marlon and Kong slowly walk along the treacherously narrowing road. the houses around them are slowly starting to look more and more dilapidated and Marlon is starting to fear that one of the people leaning against the concrete walls, probably on drugs or at least drunk, is one of these 'couple of guys' Kong mentioned he knew.
"Kong," Marlon asks quietly. "Where exactly are we going?"
Kong just smiles and grabs Marlon's wrist to pull him forward. Marlon is very aware of the firm but secure grip of Kong's hand on his hand and he decides to follow Kong.
"Don't worry," Kong says like Marlon was some baby. "They won't hurt you when i am with you".
Marlon glances around him and notices some young man staring at him. He is not sure what does the gaze mean but he's pretty sure that he doesn't really want to try to find out.
"Then never leave me", he mutters, and after a long silence, he remembers to add: "...alone with these guys".
Kong looks at Marlon, and then says:
"I would never, i'm not an idiot."
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Or smthing idk
What do yall think Kong's last name would be?
The basic me at 3am yapping to my friend about suicidal shit mental health dwk :D please tell me i'm not the only one
(Didn't bother to translate these, it contains only some shit )
DWK ANIMATION MEME// PUNK TACTICS
look at ehm goo!!!
Help he looks like a cyclops😭😭 why can't i draw??
But atleast i tried, here's Lucas for you :D
And this drawing style cause can't draw properly :'DD