#spiderslxt

[pxppinmolly-archived]

@spiderslxt // x

Molly slams down her now empty bottle onto the table with a gleam in her eyes.

Go out and wreck some drunken havoc with Angel?

Fuck yes.

“Well wha’ tha’ FUCK are we sittin’ here for- LE’S GO!” Molly exclaimed as she grabbed one of his hands and immediately pulled up him. Raring to go.

[palcmilla]

a discord thread w @spiderslxt

this is the single-most sweetest thing vaggie will ever say to angel dust;

‘ oh, mi pequeña araña, cómo las palabras de sabiduría vienen fluyendo de mis labios como melaza azucarada, mi ojo fijo en ti y nunca dispuesto a desentrenar de tu mirada . mi corazón me pique contra el pecho mientras cada sílara se me escapa, porque estoy atrapado en tus hilos tejidos de amor . ’

[ translated : oh, my little spider, how the words of wisdom come flowing from my lips like sugary molasses, my eye fixed on you and never willing to untrain from your gaze . my heart pitter patters against my chest as each syllable escapes me, for i am trapped in your woven threads of love . ]

[pxppinmolly-archived]

[ groom ] !

Dominant Acts Of Shit I Guess

[ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc .

Molly had invited Angel in her room for a little bit of chill sibling bonding time. Just a quiet night in. Check in on each other, the works.

Of course it lead to Angel brushing her pink, strawberry vanilla scented locks. It was always fun to play with, so much you can do with so much hair. Plus it was absolutely soft and silky. A great pride Molly put into her hair, no matter how hard it was to manage.

“No one can do my hair up and out like you can, Angel~”