#the detective

[zilodak]

A redesign of my OC who was previously known as just "the detective." Still a detective, and still an android, but cooler.

[anmakguse]

canon interaction

[bopplesnbits]

BB trying to render in a painterly style for the first time in forever?? for this ugly man no less?? aint no way...

Guys im so normal about the detective from emesis blue...SO NORMAL...... Tried redrawing one of the scenes for lighting practice...have a handful of others i wanna try but this man was my practice dummy /silly

[silentchanny]

The Handsome Ranger & the Detective

This year's TF2 summer update inspired me to draw Sniper's new hat. 🤠 That's a perfect excuse to add the detective Spy along for mystery noir vibes + romance ❤️✨

[romnctics]

[ferrarifinnick]

WHO WANTS TO BE A DADDY! | MEN OF SQUID GAME HEADCANONS

pairing: squid game men x f!reader includes: sang-woo (218), junho (police officer), dae-ho (388), the salesman, gihun (456) warnings: pregnancy, guilt, manipulation, psychopathy, absence of self-worth, societal pressure. wc: 1.9k

a/n: all are set pre-game/no game except for gihun's, who is based after the first games are complete. also daeho's is so cute i just need him. enjoy! <3

SANGWOO

the subject of starting a family is one that sangwoo, like every other high-risk decision he’s used to making in work, has gone over a hundred times. he's considered every angle extensively to come up with every pro and con for creating life with you, and yet no matter how great the positives are, they will never outweigh the negatives for him. he likes his routine, his work-life balance, his relationship with you which he treasures so deeply. but a baby? it demands sacrifice. one he’s not just unwilling to make, but afraid to. 

it hits him, sometimes. the guilt. always late at night when you’re sleeping on his chest, or when his mother asks about grandchildren. it’s something he never voices, but the thought of being responsible for a living, breathing extension of you both frightens him. just like the thought of sharing your time, affection, and love with someone else does, too. that part he can barely admit to himself. it brings shame, thinking so selfishly. maybe that’s another reason why he shouldn’t be a father. he puts it off for some time, but he knows it isn’t an issue that will resolve itself. it won’t go away. he knows it best when you look fondly at mothers pushing prams, or cradling fussing children in cafes. it takes the guilt falling from his chest to deep in his gut for him to be honest, to offer you the opportunity to leave and find a man who will give you what you need if you can’t find it in him. but choosing him lifts all the weight he’s been carrying, untwists his gut, makes him grateful to have found someone who loves him anyway. it bonds you more than a child ever could. 

no children, because you bring him a kind of wholeness he never thought he could be lucky enough to find. 

JUNHO

if there’s one thing about junho, it’s that he’s decisive. it’s no surprise that after some time, when he’s certain you’re the one for him, that thoughts of starting a family begin to float around his mind. he starts wondering how life would change. when he comes home after a day’s work, would you still be the first to welcome him home? would your cuddling spot on the sofa be claimed by little ones that would squeeze between the pressing of your bodies? it makes him smile subconsciously, and you’ll always catch it and ask what’s causing it, but he never tells. he just lets himself dream. 

but dreams aren’t enough for him. he has to make it his reality, your reality. at work, he finds himself taking on more responsibilities, impressing the boss, trying and achieving promotions. better pay, better hours, all so he can be an active parent with you, so he never misses a milestone or a family meal. only after this will he start trying for a baby with you, and when you eventually fall pregnant, there isn’t a drug on the street that could replicate the overwhelming joy it brings him. but joy quickly competes with proactivity, because evenings and lunch breaks are now spent with his nose in a parental book, while the rest of his free time consists of him fussing over keeping you healthy and comfortable during your pregnancy. this includes the moment you give birth, too. he’s prepared, emotionally more than anything else. doesn’t let go of your hands, feeds you praise and endless encouragement, and it goes without saying that the first thing he does when your baby is born is check in on you. 

years down the line, when the kids are nearly as tall as you, he sometimes finds himself sat at the dinner table alone when the rest of you are fast asleep. he thinks back to the days where you and he would eat your dinners here, plan vacations to japan sometimes. now it’s the home of family dinners, where game nights are held on friday nights, where each of you help with homework. sometimes he has to sit here alone to let it really sink in. all those things he imagined, wished for, worked for... his dreams. they all came true. 

DAEHO

it starts early. too early to ever admit to. maybe from the moment he first lays eyes on you, or maybe it’s when he hears you speak for the first time. even better when it’s to him. all these thoughts flooding his brain, some curious, some embarrassingly smitten already. but it’s the fantasy of a future with you that brings the most shame. barely a conversation into your relationship, and he’s already pictured what side of the bed you prefer—away from the door, he thinks, decides—if you’re more of a cat or dog person, and it doesn’t end there. he thinks of wedding dresses, matching rings, whether you prefer an apartment or house, and of course, how many kids you want to have in your life. with him, he dreams so early but doesn’t dare voice at risk of sounding insane. maybe he is, because within a few months of your relationship, he’s frequently adding suggestions to a list of baby names he’s preparing to show you one day. 

this is how you find out about his dreams for the future. the list starts with girl names, and it’s so extensive that you don’t reach the section for boy names, and immediately you worry that he’s secretly keeping track of every girl he’s ever slept with. daeho won’t realise the look of horror on your face isn’t because you’ve figured out he wants kids, until he starts rambling about how he doesn’t want to start trying right away or anything, “but when the time’s right, we could...” and it’s the look of confusion that stops him from blushing about baby making. he blinks, mirroring your expression. “are we talking about the same thing?” he asks slowly, and it’ll take a moment for you to pick up his phone and scroll further down to the boy names section for everything to click. 

being on the same page about having a big family doesn’t meaning rushing into it, and it’ll take a few years before any attempts at trying for a baby begins. when it does, it’s heavily researched by daeho with the use of google, and some strange strategies are applied under his guidance. like him rolling you back on the bed after sex with your legs and hips in the air for ten minutes to “let it all get to where it needs to be.” but it’s part of the fun, just like the late-night pregnancy cravings that daeho always joins in on. 

he’s silly and a little clueless at times, but he makes up for it with the overwhelming warmth and love he showers you and your kids with. he’s your best friend through the whole process, does the dirty work of changing diapers and tidying up toys with a smile on his face, because this is what he was made for. being your husband and the best father to your kids. the only issue you’ll ever have with daeho is when your kids are begging for fast food from the backseat, and daeho joins in when they relentlessly start chanting “wendy’s, wendy’s, wendy’s!”  

THE SALESMAN

there is no man better suited as the father of your children than him. he makes sure you know it, think it, feel it. he’s the kind of man who’d read stories to your kids every night, help them tie their shoes, take them to all their after-school activities. he would show up. be present, patient. you wouldn’t ever have to worry with him around to protect the family. he would be firm, but fun. take them out for ice cream behind your back, but step in if they ever gave you attitude or a hard time. he would be everything you could ever dream of, ever ask for. and perfect is what he would be, if it weren’t for the fact that hiding behind all that charm and irresistible beauty is a psychopath. 

he shows you sides of him that make you dream, lulls you into the fantasy with honeyed words and sweet promises of a future. but you can’t trust it. it’s just another web of lies he spins to bind you to him. a fantasy of what could be, but never will. nothing that will ever manifest, because in his perfect smile and his perfect promises, you’ll notice just the tiniest edge in his eyes as he sells you the world. amusement. he dangles that dream like a carrot on a stick, lets your fingers graze but not grasp, before yanking it from your reach. over and over. and you’ll fall for it every time, because he’s infected you like a cancer that spreads until it kills you. all for his own pleasure. 

GIHUN

he thinks about you a lot. what kind of person you are, the things you value, how you possess such a potent sense of good that it makes him believe in his own potential. that he can be good, too. good enough to be someone you could call husband, and one day your kids could call dad. he pictures it. your family. it falls so close to perfect. he sees a loving marriage his kids could look up to, one they would strive to achieve later in their own futures. he sees you cooking dinner with a little version of him on your hip, while he helps a little version of you with her homework. he sees himself hosting sleepovers for your kids and their friends, ordering pizza and dishing out ice cream, stealing a bowl for the both of you to share in a rare moment of alone time in your room. he thinks your kids would be set up for a good life in your home like this, with the two of you showing them love, safety, peace. setting them up for success by reading to them every night, helping them with homework, so that maybe one day they could achieve incredible futures like sangwoo had for a while. 

but that’s when the picture fades. just like the light in his eyes, the warmth in his soul, because he knows he can never have that. not when his own flesh and blood has become so secondary to his selfishness over her short life. second to him, second to pleasure, second to everything and anything. he isn’t what you need, what you should want. he can’t fulfil the fantasy. that picket white fence he dreams of catches fire, burns down with the house you will never live in. ignited by his distrust in himself, in the absence of faith he has in himself. 

it can be restored, his hope. it will take time, and a lot of healing, too. but he can be reached. he can be saved from his lack of self-worth. he just needs to be exposed to that sense of goodness you carry with you like a second skin, to believe there is light in the world, to believe that light can shine on him. and when it finally does, that fantasy of a family isn’t so far away, it isn’t just a dream. it’s something he can see manifesting with his daughter, with you, his family. 

can't decide if daeho or junho as baby daddies is cuter. guess i'll just take both. like, comment, reblog. love <33

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