#showtimesins

[infernal-feminae-archived]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

@showtimesins​ said:  tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . - Al for Niffty

Niffty’s gaze traveled up as she felt clawed fingers affectionally ruffle her hair. Once she realized who the hand belonged to, Niffty happily chirped out, “Hello, to you too, Alastor!” A giggle left her lips after the greeting.

[magnereixn]

showtimesins asked:

[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide my muse, your muse presses a hand against the small of their back. - Al or Vox

she hardly expects the hand that presses up against the smallest part of her back, but it hardly bothers her as much as it surprises her. then again, with the bustling crowd of demons and the thud of the bass around her, she supposes he thinks she might be disoriented or something. simply put, she makes the assumption he would just prefer she not get lost among all the excitement.

then again, she’s got to wonder too why someone like vox cares.

a curious look to her ‘escort’ for the night, charlie pulls down the short skirt on the black number she had donned for the night. it’s not her style, but neither is being here. networking, she justifies. if not networking, she at least wanted to improve her image from holier-than-thou.

besides, she parties. she’s not incapable.

“you should at least buy me a drink before that hand goes lower,” the princess jokes awkwardly.

[sinfuldclights]

15. Which muse is the most chill to write?

tbh, the most chill to write is probably Vaggie. She doesn't like, whack me over the head whenever she wants me to do something, and she stays around for a long time so I can get to her whenever I have the energy.

[onhigh-aa]

@showtimesins​   :   “   you  look  horrible .   ” - From Al or Velvet your choice           ♥ meme ♥

          ♥   “You ain’t lookin’ too great eitha’, yakno. But I neva’ really was one fa’ Cirque de Soleil.” His lower hands scratched at his knuckles, though it wasn’t out of nervousness; merely a tic he picked up when his vices would completely leave his system. “...That’s b’sides the point, though, I guess. What’s one’a the big V’s doin’ ova’ on this side’a the Pentagram, eh?”

[onhigh-aa]

@showtimesins​   :   🎵           ♥ meme ♥

White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?) - Will Wood

[pxppinmolly-archived]

@showtimesins​ spun:

👑 + 4 / 6 from Vel

4. sit on their lap 6. bite their jawline

I Have Nothing Clever For This Title But She’s Needy 

Molly’s lower hands immediately rest upon Velvet’s thighs as she comes to sit on Molly’s lap, keeping her nice and parked upon her thighs securely.

Molly JUST sat down and Velvet already was giving Molly such a nice little present from her time away, hm?

Her upper pair of hands go and wrap around Velvet’s waist, holding her close against her as she soaked in Velvet’s warmth, her scent ... The feeling of how soft her dress was under her finger tips, her hair tickling her cheek. And the feeling of sharp teeth upon her jaw.

Molly gives a low coo, tilting her head back so Velvet had an easier time to ravishing the edge of her jaw. “Mmm... I guess you must’a really missed me, too, hm?” Molly would murmur, letting her hands on Velvet’s thighs move to slip under the edge of her dress with a low giggle.

[onhigh-a]

@showtimesins​   ♥   cont’d

          ♥   Angel had been leaned up against a wall, just out of sight, before he’d bothered to speak up. Frankly, he hadn’t quite expected to spot Alastor while he was out ― he hadn’t expected anyone from the hotel to be on the town, really ― and the spider’s curiosity might have gotten the best of him.

          ♥   “Sure as hell ain’t no stranga’.” A slight twitch of a sneer crossed his lips, for only a moment. “Nearly on both ends, on sev’ral occasions. Tho, I gotta say, neva’ with a weapon like yours...”

[pxppinmolly-archived]

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. [Velvet or Alastor]

Call Me Text Me 

- Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

Molly was hanging upside down on her bed, fingers typing breezily away on her phone. There was one person she knew was up and that would entertain her random three AM thoughts - save Arackniss the trouble, surely.

To: Sugar Rush 🍭 

[txt]: hey Vel [txt]: do you think they could genetically modify betta fish and make them bigger? [txt]: like. the size of idk. a carp? [txt]: are carps big? i actually dont know [txt]: SIZE OF A CAT. [txt]: because imagine those big ass mother fuckers and putting them in a tank and watching them fight. i bet you could make money betting on those things maybe. [txt]: like those dog rings or chicken fights but with GIANT BETTA FISH. [txt]: anyway I only had like four wine coolers alone in my room right now watching some nature documentary i hope ur having a fun night <3

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Molly was sitting down at the hotel bar by herself. Husk wasn’t around, but, Molly helped herself at least. Only swirling one glass of whiskey, barely even touching it as she just stared out into the empty, quiet lobby.

Angel was out. Charlie and Vaggie were no doubts asleep. Husk was probably off gambling somewhere. Who knows where Niffty is and what she’s doing.

Molly took a sip.

Her lips purse briefly before pulling out her phone and checking the time. It wasn’t too late ... And, well, if there was someone here who she knows might not be asleep at this hour.

To: Radio Demon 🎼 

[txt]: hey, you busy? [txt]: im downstairs at the bar [txt]: figured id POLITELY REQUEST such HANDSOME COMPANY to join me this FINE EVENING 😝 [txt]: idk. feeling an itch to maybe share a few dances with someone who can actually swing.