Sugar an' Spice an' Everything Nice

Indie and canon divergent Molly from Hazbin Hotel rp blog. Sideblog to get-dusted. Mun is 20+ and proship. No drama allowed.

[givemeangstymemes]

Childhood Asks

Send one or more questions and my muse will answer:

What were they like as a child?

What was their childhood like? Did they have a good one or a bad one?

Where did they go to school? Were they a good student? What was their favourite class?

What kind of hairstyle did they have?

What did their childhood bedroom look like?

Did they have a favourite toy? Why? What was it? Do they still have it?

What was their favourite fairytale?

Are there many photos of them or not?

Did they have friends? How many? Who were they? Are they still in contact with them?

When did they move out of their parents’ home? Where did they go?

What kind of tv shows were they watching in their childhood? What was their favourite one?

What were their hobbies? Do they still have any of them?

What was their favourite game?

Was there any kind of food they hated? Why? Has it changed later in life?

Did they have a crush on someone in their childhood?

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

Send IC naughty fantasies that your muse wants to do to/with my muse and my muse will try to guess who it’s from.

[mollymollyoxenfree]

Continuing from: x

@kiss-thiss-niss

Niss heard the commotion down stairs and quickly had his gun ready. Creeping his way down slowly...He saw the shadow over his cabinet and prepared to open fire, nearly tripping himself up and choking when he realized...it was his sister!? “MOLLS!? What the actual FUCK Sistah!?”

She giggles, comically shushing him, right hands holding the emptied bottles, upper left hand holding a finger against her lips as she shushes him, “Shhhh! Y’gonna wakes up...’Los...we gots to be sneaky, or he’s gonna have a fit ‘bout us drinkin’ his booze.”

How many times topside had he heard Tony saying that to Molly when they’d raid his stash? The twins had loved to raid his liquor stash, and given Molly wasn’t allowed to go out to the clubs and parties like her brothers, it was no surprise that she had no idea of how much she could or couldn’t handle and didn’t know when to stop. She’s giggling and beaming at him, “Shhhh...gots to be quiet, don’t wanna wake up ‘Los.”

[kiss-thiss-niss-archived]

The most aggressive yet tiny soot ball I've ever met. (mollymollyoxenfree)

"Lissen Molls.... RESPECT YA ELDAS!!"

He growls

[mollymollyoxenfree]

“Huh? What? Y’hear somethin’? Wait wait, lemme just lean down a bit, Nissy Wissy.” She leans down, “Whatcha say, I can’t hear y’from all the way down here, ‘Los. Least y’could do was be a lil louder.”

[kiss-thiss-niss-archived]

Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING (mollymollyoxenfree)

The small man grumbles out a grunt. "Awrite awrite dammit no need ta get so physical, jeez!' He's supposed to be the older brother...yet even his little sister towered over him. With or without those blasted heels. "I...I won't go anywhere awrite...? Calm down...an' tell me wha's goin' on..."

[mollymollyoxenfree]

kiss-thiss-niss​:

“ya did WHAT!?” Arackniss huffed, “Molly have you lost you’re damned mind!?” He grumbled, “you gave holy bullets to our younger brotha– our RECKLESS an’ HOT HEADED not ta mention YONGAH—BROTHA–!!!”

He groans and slaps a hand to his face

“jeezes shit if its not one its the otha I swear–’

“Look Nissy! I jus’ was tryin’ ta make sure he had somethin’ that would make fuckers stop an’ not fuck with him if he was in a tight spot. Ain’t like I thought he was gonna go an’ decide that his boss needed to die. Y’think I want Ange to be in danger? I don’t!”

[madscientistdonotdisturb]

There's a new voicemail on his phone, a familiar voice lacking the perky tone, "I feel like such a fool, Baxter. I was chopping up the veggies for dinner and...well if you could come over and bring some sutures, I'd really appreciate it." (mollymollyoxenfree)

Baxter rushes out of his chair, quickly smashing his phone back into his pocket and grabbing his medical kit. He then holds his necklace and teleports to outside of her apartment, quickly slamming the door open. “Molly! I’m here with stitches! Where are you? How bad is it?” He yells before finding her on the couch, applying pressure to the wound. “Oh shit, sorry for yelling.” He says softly as he walks over to her. “Here let me help you.”

[mollymollyoxenfree]

She shakes her head, “He’s always been hard on himself, an’ not liked havin’ other people help ‘im. Y’gotta remember that he’s practically a baby in comparison to me an’ you. He was barely outta the house when he bit it.” That wink has her blushing, “Oh, it might make a man think I wanna go for a date with him? Maybe I oughta stop then, Doctor Baxter. I’d hate for a man to ask me out just because I’ve been implyin’ he oughta. An’ not because he wants ta take me out.” She hums softly as she settles on the couch, “By all means, stay for dinner, an’ y’can supervise, make sure I don’t nick myself again.”

[helluvahell-deactivated20230122]

REBLOG  THIS  if  you  are  a  proshipper/anti-anti  in  the  Hazbin/Helluva  roleplay  community!

     Not  only  would  I  love  some  more  people  to  interact  with,  but  I  feel  like  having  a  list  of  some  kind  would  be  useful  for  a  lot  of  people.

[mollymollyoxenfree]

She’ll break your kneecaps if y’fuck with her family. Just because she’s the darling daughter, doesn’t mean she isn’t just as dangerous as her brothers. Heaven have mercy on you if you fuck with her brothers. Especially Tony. Human Molly, bonus points for anyone who remembers exactly how she feels about roses. Made via: x

[soulprompts]

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “

“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “

“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “

“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “

“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “

“ we need to get you to a hospital… “

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “

“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “

“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “

ACTION PROMPTS.

as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!

[ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

[ TILT ]:     the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.

[ PULL ]:     sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.

[ WAIST ]:     sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.

[ BACK ]:     sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.

[ HAIR ]:     while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

[ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

[ LEAN ]:     the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.

[ SUPPORT ]:     the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

[ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

[ BLANKET ]:     just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

[ TOGETHER ]:     when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )

[ BANDAGE ]:     the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

[ DRAG ]:     unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

[ TOUCH ]:     the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

[ CLEAN ]:     the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.

[ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

[ PROMISE ]:     before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.

[ BROKEN ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?

[ TRAPPED ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.

[ RESCUE ]:     the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.

[ FOUND ]:     after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.

[ HOPE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.

[ CLING ]:     having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

[ TEARS ]:     having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.

[mollymollyoxenfree]

Molly has appeared! What do you do?

> Smooch > Ravish > Kiss > Kiss on the cheek

[mollymollyoxenfree]

Molly, what are some of your favorite pastimes or hobbies?

"Gardenin's my favorite." She hums, "I like readin', an' dancin' an' well when I was alive an' just had the two legs to contend with, rollerskatin' was fun, but now...four legs, on sixteen wheels, I'd be needing the good Dr. Baxter to make another few house calls if I tried that."

[mollymollyoxenfree]

Hey Molly! Just wanted to say it’s really sweet how close of friends you and the doctor are! But I’ve got to ask… are you planning to ask him out anytime soon?

"...I mean technically we went on a date already, since he came over an' I fed him." She laughs, "But y'expectin' a lady to kiss an' tell? I ain't gonna make stuff public 'til I know it's gonna work or not, no use gettin' my brothers both paranoid bout a guy 'til I know he can stick around."

[mollymollyoxenfree]

“I dunno if any Angel out there need to hear this, but ya are still my lil twin bro, an’ I would love to hear from ya.”

[mollymollyoxenfree]

I… honestly didn’t know. I’m sorry, Ms Molly. I won’t talk bad about him again, it’s clear you like him a lot. I was just worried he was someone weird or something. Now get some sleep, kiddo. *throws blanket over her*

She doesn't respond, just burrowing further into the couch and sniffling, still wiping at her cheeks with one hand even as she tries to fall asleep.

[mollymollyoxenfree]

Molly, maybe try calling one of your brothers! I’m sure they’d be happy to help if Baxter can’t! Why you spend time with him… is beyond me.

"The good doc-doctor is a fantastic person. Yo-you watch it." She's not about to let someone bad talk someone she cares for, "Nissy's busy. Angel's got his own issues I'm sure! Baxter is wonderful, an' he cares. He-he's helpin'. He goes outta his way for me. So so..." There's tears welling up in her eyes, damn it being little meant her anger brought tears, "So Shuddup. Y'don't get to say things like that. He's a great guy, an' he he makes me smile an' laugh, and helps as best he can, don't y'ever talk talk bad bout him again." She's bawling now, frantically wiping her eyes with both upper hands and tucking a thumb between her lips, closing her eyes and turning away from the anon to just burrow her face into the couch, Baxter would be back with the potion to make her a little older soon, and she was supposed to be taking a nap but this rude little anon had woken her up.

[mollymollyoxenfree]

Baxter walked up the steps to Molly’s place. To be honest, he had no clue what was going on. All he knew was Molly sent a text that she needed him to come over and help, and as her friend, he was going to. He brought his med kit, to be safe though. As he finally reached the apartment, he tried to open the door to se if it was unlocked. Fortunately, it was, and he then saw the trouble. He saw Molly on the couch, but she was… smaller? A spider still but a kid? No wonder she called him. “Hey Molly… guess I see what the problem is…” he chuckles awkwardly.

@madscientistdonotdisturb

She's sitting on the couch, her oversized nightgown tied as best she can into something she can move around in, sucking at her thumb, all four knees acting as a shield for her face as she stares over them at him, "...I wan' my body back, Bax." She swipes her free hands over her cheeks, clearly wiping away whatever remnants of tears are there, "This ain't fair. I was sup-supposed to cook dinner for for Pops, an' an' an' make Carlos his his lunches for the week."

[madscientistdonotdisturb]

Baxter looks at her sadly. Poor thing, always stuck with terrible timing. He gets down on his knees, and wraps his arms around her. “Molly, I’m so sorry this happened to you. I can try to see if I can fix it, but hey, I can help you get everything done. I’ll make sure nothing gets forgotten or missed.”

The fish then let’s go of her and pulls out his scanner, using it to get data from the girl. When the results come back to his phone, they’re…. Interesting. Technically she was stuck like this for a day, but with how it affected her, he could possibly synthesize something to temporarily make her older.

“Alright Mols, I’ve got good news! So turns out, I can’t completely fix this, but I maybe be able to make you a bit older with a formula I know for say…. 5 hours or so. You want me to try and do that, or just stay here and help you how I can? It wouldn’t be perfect and you’d be a teen or in your early 20s at most, but I think it would be worth taking around half an hour to brew.” He asks her, patiently awaiting her response.

[mollymollyoxenfree]

“It’ll make me older for about 5 hours? I can get most of the stuff I need done in that time.” She nods, yawning, “I can take a short lil nap while y’make it...an’ then get started on everythin’.” She’s grabbed a notepad and a pencil and is sloppily scrawling out all the things she can remember needing to do, and how much time they’ll take.

[mollymollyoxenfree]

Molly, isn’t it rather burdening to have to do so much for your family all in one day? Couldn’t you just tell them you’re sick or something?

"Nuh-uh, then they'd be all kindsa worried. Niss doesn't hafta have me make his lunches for the week, but I do it cuz he's my brother an' he's a good brother. The dinner for Pops...and his friends, that's more...outta obligation. Ma used to cook the dinner for Pops an' the Uncles...but I been doin' it since I was 8 an' a half, course I had a cook to help me with stuff."