sheep skinned

hazbin hotel oc side-blog to domiinia and fever-sugar

[sheep-skinned]

"I repeatedly tortured the queer sex worker out of convenience, officer. I know I shouldn't really have done it... but he just made me so maaaaaad."

[sheep-skinned]

@hellthroned offered:

“Why does everyone get to play with the Big Naturals Spider and I don’t. Anytime I even go NEAR her direction I get Vox hitting me with the newspaper.” Metaphorically. … sometimes literally, though! It’s enriching, to be fair. Still the double standards that Val can, and now Percy— OF ALL PEOPLE NOW. Even if it just involves hanging around her, ITS MORE THAN VELVET IS ALLOWED on MOST days. “Least you can do is tell me — is she actually natural?” // id say I’m sorry, and I hate sending this, but I think I’m more regretful of writing it than having you be forced to read it

Oh goodie. It's always the cookie jars she can't get her hands in. Percy doesn't know why Vox decided to put this particular jar on the high shelf - or rather, he does know - but it'll only make Velvet more intent on breaking it.

Whatever. Not his problem.

"Who gives a shit if she's natural." He lets his head drop back and rolls his eyes. (Velvet looooves a bit of dramatics.) "You of all people should be able to appreciate the wonders of the artificial. Are you jealous because hers are so much bigger than yours?"

[rxgnofiglia]

@domiinia spun:

“Where’d you get those bruises?”

 ❥ You Take Care Of Everyone Who Takes Care Of You? // Accepting

Molly looked down upon the marks upon her forearm. She hadn't even noticed them ... Or, maybe, she just chose to ignore them. A brow rose as her eyes remained lidded ... Val had grabbed her arm a little too roughly the other day to get her attention. Or maybe just to hurt her subtly. Both perhaps! Didn't matter.

Molly gave a short chuckle under her breath. It was laced in bitterness. Annoyance. Ugh.

She was DAMN WELL not going to relay that information to Percy, though. Molly wouldn't of even told VOX. So.

"Last night on Vox's desk," she'd begin with a roll of a shoulder and playful smile on her lips. "He got real inta' it, pinned my arms down against tha' desk as he got lost in tha' sauce, ya' know what I mean." Molly adjusted her blazer's sleeve to try and cover up her arm better. "I pra'mised not ta' file an OSHA complaint, so..."

[sheep-skinned]

She's not telling him the whole truth, that's for sure. They may not be that close, but Percy knows her well enough. She's not exactly a closed book. The breezy tone is giving her away; she's trying too hard. (But then what are you supposed to do when some bitch asks you about your bruises? Spill your guts? Yeah right.)

"Hmm." He watches her tug on her sleeve and then turns his gaze away from her, back to his own reflection in the bathroom mirror. The bitter thing sitting at the bottom of his stomach does not show on his face. "Does he do that more often?" he asks, his voice flat and uninterested, as he starts reapplying his mascara. "I took him for a man with better self-control, but... well, men are men in the end, aren't they."

[rxgnofiglia]

"Sex work'a any kind ain't really my thing or scene. I am a luxury item." She can't say 'few can afford' considering her track record. "Just ain't me, ya' know? But, I can't lie ... Still think 'bout tha' idea sometimes."

[sheep-skinned]

 "Woooow. Too much of a luxury item for sex work? Groundbreaking."

[cinematicsource]

MARVIN’S ROOM (1996) dir. Jerry Zaks

[sheep-skinned]

  "Vox making you wear that? It's really not your color."

[sheep-skinned]

@rxgnofiglia // x

"Riiiiight. So you're putting yourself further in their crosshairs because you don't want that kind of attention. Goooot it." He shakes his wool out of his face with an amused snort. So defensive! "Seriously though. If you know that, why'd you take it?" His pose remains relaxed, casually reclined against the counter, but there's a quiet intensity to his gaze that wasn't there before. "Did you think you'll do better?"

[pxppinmolly-archived]

@domiinia​ spun:

get in loser, we’re going shopping.

velvet? yeah she’s in the trunk. what about it

* Unprompted // Always Accepting

Molly’s eyes were transfixed on the screaming, and shaking of the car as the rear end was thumping in an excited rage. It was almost hypnotic, really. And it made her nostalgic. For reasons not needed to be said.

“Uuuuuh…”

What did they say again? Ah, yeah.

“Sure! I can go on a shoppin’ trip. I got a hole burnin’ in my pocket ‘n’ I need’a new dress anyway. Last one got ruined. Not important how, I just can’t eva’ wear it again. Anyway. I CALL SHOTGUN!”

LOUDER SCREAMING FROM THE TRUNK.

[serialxsocial-a]

“PERCY LET ME OUT OF THE FUCKING TRUNK YOU GOD DAMN CUNT–”

[domiinia]

{ ● “Stop screaming bestie, you’re gonna get us pulled over.”