#impcbs

her tits attract every creature and we love Velvet for that tbh x

Oh, what a laugh this was. Molly had to hold back the dry chuckle she wanted to push passed her throat, watching Blitzo arrive and sit across from her at the dinner’s booth.

‘What a shit show’ is what Molly wanted to say, but she caught the words before they could escape her lips. No ... As much as she’d love to drill into the imp about everything, she was wiser than that. Keeping this thing under wraps for as long a she can would be a better benefit.

Fizzarolli is absolutely going to be getting a kick out of this.

Molly, instead, spun the mental chess board in her head. “You’se late,” she’d quip near curtly. Masking the real reason behind her slight irritation upon her visage. Yeah, she knew he’d be late with his night considered.

@impcbs​ said:

what if i ripped you bald. what about that moxxie.

it’s hilarious how times flies ,  how low people will fall over exes  &&.  ohs ,  over knocked over trash cans of filthy hot messes that once was a romantic cling .   verosika feels skin bubble  &&.  boil with blisters as eyes graze over a familiar figure at the usual brunch table ,  of a diner breakfast place they used to frequent when together .   still getting that same platter ,  him with his  &&.  her with her usual pancakes  &&.  porkroll .

body tremors over in a hot flash ,  of anger seething under bitter resentment that not only sears the tip of tail under wooden counter-side ,  that which darts across its molding  &&.  cuts deep like a heat-embedded blade ,  but earns a plume of smoke rising off powderpuff lips .   FUCK this guy ,  she oughta be over him by now !   him  &&.  his raunchy humor ,  his twinkish build ,  his  --   his oddly satisfying quips  &&.  heart-throbbing smile .   .   .

FUCK’S SAKE ,  stay in your a-game ,  verosika .   a hand cusps to her lightly powdered cheek ,  of sugar sweet semblance flushing free under palm’s discretion .   she could never get over him ,  now that she thinks over it .   he’s like an addiction with no cure ,  a sleaze who wormed his way into her heart like ringworm ,  slowly sucking her dry of nutritional value in her lifestyle  &&.  allowing her to rot from the inside out . 

hellish tears prick at hidden eye corners ,  shaded by heart-glasses that do little to hide her glaring from across the diner’s floor .   head fwips ,  focuses back on cashier so she can just get her order to go .   she can’t help but feel the scorching presence of ex-lover merely sat such a short distance from her ,  not even looking her way mind you .   go insane ,  throw those hands up ,  driving you up a wall .   .   .   mayday can barely grasp at sanity’s remnants as legs mindlessly carry her blanking out mind ,  her next conscious action realizing she’s already slammed her hands down onto his tableside .

there’s no going back now ,  fuck her .             “ this is a new low ,  even for you .   same table ,  same place ,  same morning ?   i thought you ditched me three rings back ,  now i catch you practicing our old routines ?   what ,  you gonna take some stage-diving bimbo bitch out to our old rendezvous spot where we first frenched ?   tch  ;      talk about a broken record ,  b-o . ”

“ if i didn’t KNOW any better ,  it’s almost like you wanted to scissorlock me in some lesbian powermove for old time’s sake . ”