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Molly had decorated the salon for the party for her employees and any friends or family that wanted to join or pop in.

The floor was cleared and music played in the background as employees and their guests filtered in and out.

Molly herself sat outside for some air to sip on her champagne while looking out for any new arrivals.

"Hello!" She greeted with a bright smile.

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Anyone else feel like their mutuals are way out of their league? Like they follow you back and you’re just like

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Non alcoholic strawberry mango daiquiri

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¿Wut's yer favourite colour fwiendo?

"Hm, I'm pretty partial to pink and red but I also really like purple," Molly hummed in thought.

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PLEASE PASS THIS AROUND BEFORE I LOSE MY SHIT

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noah fence but rpc should really get back to actually supporting each other ooc. people used to always like/reblog mutuals’ edits, respond to headcanon posts and ooc posts. engagement has gotten worse and worse and then people complain about feeling distant when they aren’t putting in effort to reach out to others. it takes a second to like someone’s headcanon (or respond to it with a comment if you’re worried about clogging likes). it feels so shitty to be trying to make lore posts and share ideas and get crickets back. it isn’t even like talking to an empty room. it’s like talking to a room filled with your friends but none of them even acknowledge that you’re talking to them. we all could put in a little more effort to make each other feel seen and supported ooc. there’s a certain stagnant feeling in the rpc and it really stems from how bad we’ve gotten at communicating and interacting out of character. 

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HAZBIN HOTEL incorrect quotes: 14/

source x

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angel dust outfits <3

Pls let me know which was your fave???

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This is 100% how this went right?

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Perhaps you can feel if you can't hear. Perhaps kind thoughts reach people somehow, even through windows and doors and walls. Perhaps you feel a little warm and comforted, and don't know why, when I am standing here in the cold and hoping you will get well and happy again.

Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess

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Can I hug ya pwease

"I 'preciate yeh askin' so yes, yeh can hug me," Molly gave a soft smile.

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She hasn't seen exactly what it was that he kicked away, and even if she could guess she was too focused on finally having found her twin.

She walked quickly to get closer and the second he was on his feet, she charged at him to wrap her arms around him in a big hug.

"Ooo! I'm so happy to finally find yooou!" Molly squealed in excitement, practically picking him up as she swayed in the hug.

She set him back to look at him, it really was her twin brother. She had no illusions that the majority of her family would be here, she just wanted to reunite with her best friend.

"Oh, right, yeh prolly don' really know about what I did teh end up here. Wanna come teh my place an we can catch up?"

Molly hadn't been in Hell too long yet but had landed on the other side of town from anyone she had known in life. Managing to make friends with a lady who owned her own salon near where she had landed she got pretty lucky.

Her new mentor kept a roof over her head and trained her in new techniques for styling that catered to the wider looks she was now faced with.

Molly figured out how to take advantage of her four arms on styling and as she became accustomed to her afterlife she began keeping an eye out for family members she knew would be around in Hell somewhere.

She found a catalog of overlords and crime families of the pride ring and managed to find some information on her family but no sign of Anthony being involved so she would do a search on her own when she had time, hitting areas she felt she might find him until getting lucky one night.

Seeing a spider demon up ahead she began to hope and as she got closer she noticed his coloration was similar to her own, something that wasn't shared with their parents or oldest brother.

"Anthony?" She asked as she approached.

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She nodded, "I agree, on both. Hell has de right teh know redemption's possible and de exorcist angels have prolly gotten so accustomed teh having exterminations dey have nowhere teh release any of dat aggression anymore."

Compared to hell, Heaven was....different. It was always so bright, the light shining everywhere touching not just the sky but also in the clouds. His eyes were still trying to adjust and so he had accidently bumped into someone. "Oh, sorry."

Molly was outside her salon, giving the front stoop a sweep on a slow day and stumbled slightly but easily caught herself with one of her extra legs.

"No harm done, a lil distracted today, hun?" She asked.

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Molly was used to seeing new faces around Heaven, but, for the most part, she had regulars come into her salon so seeing someone new walk in was a little more uncommon.

"Welcome! How can I help yeh today?"

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She gave a reassuring smile, "yer welcome."

Molly stayed close in case he needed any further help as she took a shortcut to the next street over where her salon was just a block down.

Taking a side door to go to the backroom she offered a place for him to sit in the corner they used as an employee lounge and worked to get water heated up for some tea.

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Molly had heard the screams and carnage from her salon around the corner, it wasn't uncommon to hear sounds like that in Hell, but this level of it was more like during the exterminations and Extermination Day it was not.

She grabbed her angel steel bat and gun though holstered the gun on her hip under her jacket so that it wasn't easily visible. She prefers not to use it unless she had to and at the moment it just had regular bullets in it, not aiming to permanently kill or hurt anyone unless she had to and with that she headed out to investigate.

Upon seeing the carnage once she made it to the scene she couldn't help but be both sickened and impressed. It was easy to see the cause but this person or beast seemed familiar.

It took her a minute to place and her seemed to be moving with slow but heavy steps. Perhaps she could get him to calm down enough to return to normal?

"C'mon Guss, you've rampaged enough for one day don' ya dink?" She asked, moving slowly herself for the time being.

Molly didn't use webbing often but readied herself to do so, she would rather that than hit him with the bat, wouldn't kill him but would really hurt. If she had to knock sense back into him then she would do that too.