#invaded by posts about a spider twink

[souridealist]

hazbin hotel might be the thing to get me out of the longest creative drought I've had in a decade but I don't know if there's a fic that goes with this concept so I put forth:

Angel, in the high-pitched talking-to-pets voice we all do, telling Fat Nuggets "oh, you dirty two-timing gold-digging little ho" (Fat Nuggets: [blissfully enjoying ear-scritches]) because Angel found out that Fat Nuggets has been sneaking downstairs and conning Husk into feeding him his own body weight in martini olives

[falselyimbruedinfear]

6 for Judas/Leon

soulmate meme. || always accepting!!

@caelesguine

Thoughts: When within a mile of your Soul Mate you start hearing their thoughts.

Waking up in the middle of the day, in an alley, and laying on a pile of garbage bags, no less, was not unusual for the demon after a night of illicit activities. Waking up in the same demeanor but with someone else’s thoughts of fucking Facebook posts was extremely unusual. Rubbing his eyes, Judas sits up with a yawn and stretches out to clumsily get to his feet and— Jesus fucking Christ did I murder someone? He sighs at the blood dried and crusted all over his shirt and thighs, and he pauses as an image of an ass is being brought to his attention by whoever was invading his mind. It’s not that nice, quit staring at it. Fucking, what kind of White Girl™ was this with their Starbucks and snarky comments about Facebook of all things? Wait, could the other hear his too..? One way to find out: A very vivid memory of fucking a gorgeous, goth twink — shibari rope, spider gag, and all. God, he missed that guy’s tongue abilities.