#LMAO me saying this but he’s actually a really good friend and I really just enjoy our friendship

[cloudgirlsonfilm]

just answering these all on my own for hitorei because im thinking about them... :] (also gonna be focusing on lili as opposed to myself but some answers might be about me val ^^)

1. rei reminds me of many! snakes, peacocks, tanukis, foxes, hawks... anything flashy or elusive. hitoya is like a bulldog to me

2. me personally i'd give hitoya a gift card to some high-end steakhouse. or a bottle of scotch. and i'd give rei a pie to the face or perhaps rocks. lili might give him something slightly better but idk what

3. i don't know if hitoya lili OR rei have hobbies 💀💀 they're all too employed for that (and rei... is rei). THOUGH i do think hitoya wanted to do magic tricks at a point? it'd be cute if he still knew some tricks and taught them to lili, and then she uses the sleight of hand on rei to make him laugh... lili and rei used to read together a lot when they first became a couple too

4. hitoya sweeps dusts vacuums washes dishes you name it. i think he's very clean, and would make sure to stay on top of it even if he's run thin from work (just more distraction from The Feelings). rei leaves a mess in his wake

5. both of them yes. bonus points for hitoya for (probably) being able to drive a motorcycle too

6. unsure... i think hitolili both use very generic ones, rei has a special ringtone for lili that he like.. recorded himself or something so its unmistaken

7. hitoya would if a situation called for it, rei would if a situation called for it but he's manufacturing the situation himself so he can logically argue with someone online and then get something out of them

8. i think hitoya would seem outwardly stressed by the idea, but actually be very accepting of it (guy who has probably sat through kuko talking about reincarnation). to me rei is the opposite, outwardly indulges the idea but secretly feels stressed or even forlorn about it

9. OH GODDD lili probably gets mixed reviews when introducing rei because everyone can tell there's something about those two that needs to stay in containment

10. receiving a hug from behind in the kitchen or laying in bed together

11. idfk. old woman yaoi

12. hitoya i think is a silvery purple, rei i associate with dark red and gold

13. hitoya introduces lili as a good friend (no one believes him, which she's amused by), rei introduces lili as a drinking buddy of sorts (not exactly wrong, but it frustrates her)

14. if they're not perceiving lili as a doggirl what's the point...

15. hitoya would take lili out to dinner, rei would take lili out for drinks

16. hitoya/rei probably don't consciously think of any pet names for lili... rei calls her 'baby' all the time, but he calls a lot of girls 'baby' LOL. just saying lili's name makes him flustered though

17. hitoya likes sitting in the same room and doing seperate things, rei likes drinking (a given) and engaging in hands-on things together (he strikes me as a type to enjoy mixing vegetables while the other chops them, or doing lego sets together [first hands-on thing i could think of 😭😭😭 but tbh he probably needs that instead of inventing crazy shit])

18. hitoya shows it best through staying by lili's side, trying to be of some comfort, providing her with a place to stay when she needs to fall back on someone. rei shows it best through indirect actions-- ordering in food without being asked to, placing elaborate gift bags on the counter for lili to find later, putting her through a busy day so she feels alive again. lili also has a very weak spot for whenever rei talks really smooth

19. hitoya likes lili's eyes and lips, rei likes her legs and her freckles (her legs happen to have a lot of distinctive moles too)

20. i love how compassionate hitoya is, even if he doesn't give himself the credit that he is!! i love his conviction and his dedication to helping others find justice, peace and joy. rei i love for very opposite reasons LMAO i like that he's elusive and scheming. but i also like how he has a very obvious soft side no matter how much he tries to play the bad guy, but i ALSO like that this cruelly blends into all the bad things he's done. i like how complex he is...

21. i think hitoya's drawing of lili would be kind of sharp, brick-like, and i think she'd laugh and say it's kind of abstract in a way (this is not at all what he intended). i think rei's would be a little more realistic, maybe even scarily so, but i think he'd struggle to make it not look like a scientific plan of sorts (which would make lili roll her eyes a little)

22. yes. hitoya might complain about how big of a bite is taken, rei orders extras to make sure no one goes hungry

23. hitoya associates lili with blue (her uniform) and salmon (her favourite colour), rei associates her with pink (her affiliation with chuo and it's close to her favourite colour, also a colour she used to wear a lot of)

F/O Ask Game!!

A list of questions to answer about your f/o!! You guys can just go down the list and answer them all (I'd love to see it!!!) in a reblog, orrr you can reblog and have others ask you these questions in your inbox! Have fun!! PR.OSHI.P, NOT FOR YOU!

What animal does your f/o remind you of?

If you got your f/o a gift, what would you get them? 

What is your favorite hobby to think about doing with your f/o?

What chores would your f/o do around the house? Are there any they REALLY dislike?

Would you trust your f/o to drive a car?

What kind of ringtone or notification sound would you have for your f/o?

Would your f/o fight someone online? 

Does your f/o believe in soulmates?

How would you introduce your f/o to your friends? How do you think that would go? 

What's the first scenario that comes to your head when you think of being with your f/o?

What dynamic would you use to describe you and your f/o? 

What color do you associate with your f/o? 

How would your f/o introduce you to those they care about? How do you think that would go?

What animal do you remind your f/o of?

What would your f/o get you for Valentine's day, if anything? 

What does your f/o call you in their head? What do they call you aloud/to others?

What does your f/o like doing with you the most? 

How does your f/o show their love best? 

What's your f/o's favorite feature of yours?

What're your f/o's favorite personality traits of yours?

If your f/o drew you, how would you describe the art piece?

Does your f/o share food with you?

What color would your f/o associate you with?

What?? Who's tagging their friends again?- not me... I just really wanna see yalls answers. Formal invitation lest you become worried I don't wanna see it. @jpeg-indulgence @starshakez @moxanji-real @frankys-wife @katsenbergs-soulmate @katanahusband @fl0ralsxgar @one-winged-dreams AND LITERALLY ANYONE WHO SEES THIS.

[lemon-zest-art]

Faster Than You - Sonadow

A/N - i know i posted hours ago but i really want here and AO3 to be at the same place lmao

Feel free to comment or make any fanart and tag me! I hope you guys are enjoying so far :3

Ch.3

Silver couldn't help the eye roll, feeling a small elbow hit his side as he did so. Turning to look at blaze that was giving him a certain look, causing him to gulp lightly and put back on a soft smile.

They both looked at Sonic, and couldn't help but feel a bit out of place as everyone kept stopping the blue blur for pictures and signatures.

Sonic on the other hand tried his best to use these interactions as a way to distract himself from his earlier fantasies, which wasn't entirely unsuccessful one could say, at least he wasn't in Greek land anymore.

He would talk a bit, sign whatever object or body part that was asked and then pose for the camera. A routined action he only got used to doing after such a long time of being in the business. He suddenly felt a daring glaze coming from his two friends, and as a result excused himself from the crowd and went to join his friends.

Silver had gotten the three of them a nice table, further away from the crowd where they could actually enjoy some time without being flustered by others every two seconds. This bar was known to be frequented by popular people, they were lucky enough to have a reserved area for the racers. Greeting a couple of other racers they knew on their way to their seats. The barmaid offered them drinks on the house.

Sonic couldn't be any more glad, what better than a couple of drinks to help his uncommon problem?

As he put his hand out to grab the free drink, Silver placed his hand on top of sonic’s.

"Dude, we're not here to watch yourself get wasted"

Sonic scoffed slightly

"Calm down man, it's just a drink!" He said with his classic smile, sliding over the other two drinks to his friends.

"I just wanted to get out with my two best friends! My buddies! My amigos!"

Blaze rubbed her temples a bit as she sighed

"This can't end well..."

[...]

A couple hours went by, and luckily the trio was actually having a lot of fun. Reminiscing of the past, laughing and genuinely spending quality time together.

"I'm gonna go grab more drinks, be right back" sonic mentioned as Silver was going on and on about some childhood story. Blaze nodded towards the blue blur, as if to confirm she heard him. But as sonic got off his seat, not only did he realise how much he actually had to drink, but instantaneously noticed a very recognizable jacket sitting by the bar. Immediately his face turned pink, images of grapes and white robes filling his mind as his audible 'gulp' could be heard. He did his best to control his breathing as he walked towards the bar.

And there he was, in flesh and so close he could smell the fresh odor of his perfume.

‘So not only does he get to be hot, but he smells good? This shouldn't be legal’

He couldn't help but notice the sweet hints of cinnamon emanating from him. Making it much more difficult than it is to order such a simple drink, stealing a few glances every few seconds. In his mind he was being oh so subtle about it, but the drinks and nervousness was showing otherwise. Any more and we’d start seeing actual beads of sweat gliding down his face and neck. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jacket, succeeding to order his drink as the barmaid left to make it.

He had to say something, anything to him. This was the right moment to do so. He let a small cough out of nervousness, finally opening his mouth to speak when suddenly-

"So, you're finally gonna say something?"

Interrupted Shadow, a small smirk posing on his lips as he took a small sip of his drink. Sonic blinked his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to say something

"Ah..e..euh- i’m sorry what?" Was the best he could get out. Mentally slapping himself at such a pitiful answer.

He waited for shadow to follow up with something, anything- but his drink got there and shadow still hasn't followed up. Sonic huffed lightly, grabbing his drink and turning around to go back to his friends.

"Yknow, it's bad for your reputation to stalk others." Shadow yapped, turning around to finally face the blue racer who had his back towards him.

Sonic slightly growled out of anger, sluggishly replying

"You're really annoying yknow-.... that..."

Unfortunately once again losing all credibility as he turned around, about to let Shadow have it but being immediately flustered by the scene before him. Not only did he not expect to be as close as they were, but the other surely was putting on a show for him. In his left hand he held his drink, the right arm holding his weight as he leaned onto the bar. His legs slightly ajared on each side of his chair as he looked directly into Sonic's eyes, the kind of action Shadow would put fault on the alcohol. Taking another sip as he looked directly into the other's emerald eyes, waiting for the blue hedgehog to continue with his thoughts. Instead all that could be heard was Sonic's thoughts accidentally leaving his mouth as he scratched the back of his neck

"oh.. crap"

[dixonsdarkelf]

The Demon I Cling To: Judas & Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s your first Saturday night as a new bartender, and a certain menace of a patron catches your attention. Luckily for you, you catch his too.

A/N: I purposely left out descriptions of Reader's coworkers, so you could picture anyone you wanted. This was originally just supposed to be a drabble, but now we're here lmao. And thank you to @dixons-sunshine for giving this a good ol' proofread and assuring me it's not a steaming pile of hot garbage 🖤

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Swearing, slightly suggestive commentary, possibly OOC Judas? (idk we don't really get much of him so I tried my best okay?)

The Saturday night crowd was as rambunctious as you could have imagined. The air smelled of cheap beer, even cheaper cologne, and regret. A country rock tune filled the air, and the small group of women in the corner who had started line dancing had gathered a small crowd. You couldn’t help but smile at them, finding amusement in the ecstasy and pure joy they found in their dance.

You were a new bartender, and this was your third day at your local dive bar. You’d caught on quick, picking up regulars names and orders with ease. ‘You’re a natural,’ your manager had said during your training, watching as you threw together an order of shots at the speed of light. You loved the atmosphere, the tips were great, and you got along well with your coworkers. You were happy.

A commotion from the opposite side of the bar caught your attention. From your place behind the counter, you spotted a man throwing something at one of his friends, the object landing on the floor a few feet away. Whether that “thing” was food or something else, you couldn’t tell. However, they were both laughing, so you figured whatever it was had to be friendly fire. You couldn’t say you were surprised, as shenanigans like that were typical of a crowd like this. This may have been your first Saturday, but it wasn’t your first rodeo.

What did surprise you, though, was how he kept your attention.

You found yourself staring, your eyes locked on him as he sat there, laughing with a group of men who were presumably his friends. His chestnut hair caught the light, the mesmerizing golden reflect almost sparkling. One might’ve compared it to a halo, but while you knew nothing about this handsome stranger, calling it a ‘halo’ didn’t quite feel right.

Your coworker lightly bumped you with their shoulder to get your attention. “Hey, come here. I have a more unique request from a regular that I wanna show you.”

You nodded, only half-present in your acknowledgment, and followed your coworker, your eyes still lingering over the man in the crisp leather jacket. Reading the back of it, you smiled softly and stifled a chuckle. ‘Judas’, you read aloud in your head, ‘must be part of a biker gang or something.’

Once your coworker was finished, you nodded in the man’s direction, still ever curious about the patron whose ruse had distracted you. “Who’s that guy?”

Your coworker glanced back, scanning the crowd before landing on the supposed biker. “That’s Judas,” they confirmed, grabbing a new bottle of grenadine from under the counter and opening it, “he’s one of our regulars. You’ll get to know him.”

You laughed softly at your coworker calling him by the name embossed on the back of his jacket. “That’s not actually his name, is it?” you asked.

“It sure is.” They grabbed a shaker off the back counter and measured a shot of vodka into it. “Legal enough to be on his ID.”

You whistled low and slow, as if you were impressed. “What’s he like?” You’d always been a curious individual, but you were more than just a little curious about the menace in your place of employment.

“He’s friendly for the most part, at least with us. Doesn’t let anyone give us shit,” your coworker explained. You grabbed a rag from somewhere behind you, wiping away a wet spot on the counter as you listened, your eyes almost never straying from the handsome stranger. “He once took a guy out back after he tried to scream at me for “giving him the wrong drink.” In reality, he was just too drunk and ordered it wrong. Judas roughed him up a bit, and he hasn’t been a problem since.”

“Jesus.” You didn’t intend for it to come out so exasperated, so stunned, but nevertheless, it did. You turned to the back counter again, working alongside your coworker to open a series of beer bottles ordered by a group of young men, their faint discussion about a bachelor party blending into the background. “So is the whole rough-’n-tough-biker-aesthetic real, or is it just for show?”

They shrugged, a hint of curiosity etched into their features as they wondered why you had so many questions about him. “Real as far as I’m concerned. Why?”

“Just looks like he’s trying too hard is all,” you admitted, a soft chuckle slipping through your lips. You helped your coworker open the last of the beers as they began passing them off.

“Who’s tryin’ too hard?”

The unfamiliar voice behind you caught your attention, startling you slightly. Turning around, you were surprised to see the man clad in leather staring back at you, his elbows propped up against the counter as he leaned over it slightly, arms folded. Where did he come from? How long had he been standing there? But more importantly, how much had he heard?

One of the perks of having him at the counter was finally being able to get an up-close look. The first thing you noticed about him was his eyes. They were piercing, the most stunning shade of blue you’d ever seen. They were almost hypnotic, and you had to keep yourself from drifting closer, fighting against your body’s pull toward him.

The second thing was his scent, a mix of whiskey and after-shave. While you normally hated the scent of both of those, the olfactory cocktail of this scent was heaven. You’d do anything to get a whiff of that scent up in his personal space.

And third was the toothpick in his mouth. It dangled from between his teeth, the front tip slightly frayed from overuse. It looked worn, wet, like he was on his last toothpick and using it until he could no more. You weren’t sure why, but you found it endearing.

Before you could think of anything to say in response, your coworker—or your saving grace, as you’d probably call them in that moment—interjected.

“Judas, this our new girl, Y/N,” they said, gesturing first from him to you, then vice versa, “Y/N, this is Judas. He’s usually here every weekend, along with a lot of the other regulars.”

“Lovely to meet you,” he mused, drawing out each word like he was savoring the way they fell from his tongue. He extended a hand toward you, expecting you to return the gesture.

Being polite, you reached out to return the handshake. It was firm, solid, and his hands felt exactly how you expected they would—calloused and work-worn. There were faint grease stains here and there, but none of it was a deterrence to you. “So can I call you Jude?” you inquired.

“You?” He gave you a not-so-subtle up-down, his eyes seeming to linger over every inch of you half a second longer each time they moved. “You can call me whatever you want.” The blush in your cheeks was heavy, only disguised by how dim the bar had become. “When’d you start here?”

“Just a couple of days ago,” you explained, unconsciously fiddling with a loose string on the hem of your t-shirt, “what’s your drink of choice? Gotta work on committing everyone’s to memory.”

He gave you another up-down, and you were suddenly very self-conscious, fighting the urge to cover yourself with your arms by shoving your hands in the pockets of your jeans. “Just a tall glass of you,” he teased.

Your breath caught in your throat, your words following suit. Normally, you were never one to be left speechless, yet here you were, stuttering and tongue-tied. He simply stared at you, a subtle grin breaking through despite his efforts to keep his expression stoic. “I—umm…I—“

“Nah, I’m just messin’ with you.” He shrugged it off, playing it casual. His tone betrayed him, revealing to you that it was, in fact, far more than casual. “Usually do a beer or a Jack ‘n Coke.”

The scoff-chuckle that emanated from the depths of your chest lingered in the man’s ears, making his brain tingle in a way he wasn’t anticipating. In a way he liked. Really liked. “I should’ve guessed that.”

Another coworker of yours came up, offering Judas a smile before turning back to you. “Hey Y/N, manager wants to see you in the office for a second.” They sighed softly and laughed as a slight expression of worry crossed your face. Anyone who’d known you for more than five minutes knew you were one to jump to conclusions. “It’s nothing bad, I promise. You’re not in trouble.”

“Oh thank god,” you smiled, relief escaping your chest as you exhaled.

“Said there’s still some paperwork you need to finish. It’ll probably take you the rest of the night.” they explained, stepping over to take your place behind the counter, “you go on ahead. I’ll cover you.”

You nodded to your coworker before turning back to the biker, your smile growing slightly at the sight of him. “It was nice to meet you, Jude.”

“I’ll see you later, doll,” Judas replied, offering you a two-finger salute. You rolled your eyes and scoffed, the sound playful and teasing, leaving him with another radiant smile of yours before you turned to leave.

As you walked in the back to your manager’s office, you knew he was right—you’d definitely be seeing him later. The context, though, was up for debate, but you had a feeling it wouldn’t just be back here at the bar.

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[moeblob]

Warning for: The (spider) legs showing below!

Under the hoodie/layers, she tends to wrap her legs around her kinda like a hug! And so in the first part that's the weird bumps under the hoodie. They're starting to unravel a bit. She hates being called a monkey cause it's NOT her fault she's short and has to climb on things and up things and includes people in "things" category.

[pynkhues]

Sam looked ridiculously beautiful as Harlequin. I also loved Rolin expressing so much annoyance at seeing Sam rehearsing for Harlequin and realizing "he can fucking move"

Literally insane what filling in blond eyebrows can do (but more seriously, yes, it's wild that he just ?? Looks like that ?? Especially given the costume and styling is not an easy one to pull off!! I understand you, Armand, I'd unfortunately and embarrassingly fall in love with him too!)

Rolin was so hilarious about it in that 92NY interview. I just know the little shimmy-kick move is playing on rotation in his head as he writes s3.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

omgg lol [guy who won't stop going "more like scapeGOATED" voice] now hold! on!! lmao [same guy just saw encanto voice] Hold on!!!

[exoexid]

the suyeol lore is so crazy

[blujayonthewing]

so in juniper's campaign we've just found ourselves in a high-stakes situation that I as a player do frankly find stressful and am anxious about, but hey hi also the DM was like 'okay here are the exact mechanics of how this is going to work because I don't want to surprise you with serious repercussions, also here are all the options you will have to try to do something about the situation-- [affected player] what do you think? honest feedback, I don't want it to feel unfair, I want to be clear that I am not just trying to kill your character, and if it ends up being badly balanced we can revisit it down the road' and oh my god I could COLLAPSE and WEEP with gratitude

[todayisafridaynight]

Wanna put your friend in a lil terrarium just to see what wacky things she does stg 😂

i actually Cannot Stress the migraine she gives me every time we hang out. like without fail she'll always say or do something that ranges from mildly questionable or irritating but relatively Whatever to How Have You Survived This Long Without Burning Your House Down Boiling An Egg

[hirokiyuu]

teenexo gave me fankids disease (me when the game is abt generational trauma and always makes me quote this be the verse) but i really do think its fun to think abt in context of twst LOL unfortunately. my otp. would not.

[rrogueamendiares]

x

[silverselfshippingchaos]

why does b.asch have such attractive friends

[orcelito]

IRL dnd friend is gonna see if he can get me in his dnd since I am currently dnd-less

Crossing Fingers

[roaringroa]

so grateful that i managed to restrain myself from properly falling in love with my friend and contained my feelings to a common crush

[th3houseofleaves]

thinking abt dove baek and how they've done a variety of illegal things to survive and they justify all of it bc it was for their survival right and as an adult they're avoiding breaking the law as much as possible bc they have to be a good influence for sparrow bc they don't want him to pick up any of their bad behaviors right but at the same time they're super nonchalant and open abt some of the stuff they did (there's some things that are going to stay buried forever thank you very much) so sparrow absolutely picks up on that energy and the first (and only) time dove has to come pick their son up after he's caught stealing they're incredibly upset – at him but mostly themself – and they fear for their LIFE bc it's totally going to be blamed on them and while karina isn't gonna hold it against them forever she won't be happy abt it and her parents will be even more upset.

meanwhile sparrow thinks he's done some cool shit and doesn't understand why everyone's not being chill about it

[six-improbable-things]

I forgot to post anything about this, but I did the scene where I had to read some of my writing to the dnd party (twice!) and they were SO nice about it. I couldn't stop smiling. (which was kind of a weird disconnect since the scenes were super dark, lmao.) But augh, I'm so glad they were nice to meeee. My poor boy Rook is Going Through It right now, and things are about to get worse.

Next session we also might get to do our first version of ship combat using the rules I made which is kind of wild. I'm very nervous, but I feel like after this last session and sharing stuff I wrote with them (out loud!!!) I can handle it. Probably.