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࣪𖤐   HEAVNHILL    /    an independent multi-muse. plot driven, original characters, lots of hockey, lots of heavy metal, and ghouls galore. penned and dearly beloved by dee ... also @larperdee @skatesofassttt

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AFFILIATED :   @thanergie, @reborns, @bentknives, @cuntryjunkie, @hereticsinc / @fukstar, @tarote / @madmotel, @completemesses

TLDR :   don't be a fuckin freak, no nazi allegories, i'm a bitch n will call u out and hex u. lots of weird shit and gore and body horror happens on this blog, mostly untagged. noncon, dubcon, etc won't write it. don't be a dick. if i follow i admire you and want to kiss you and write with you. if u don't wanna write w me, hardblock me so i don't accidentally refollow! basic formatting, plz don't use copy and paste fonts or triple spacing with me but otherwise format however you want. however i won't follow if ur blog is a bunch of colors, fonts, sizes, etc! my brain can't do allat! make ur blogs readable plzzz. para+ writer. i do most of my writing on discord.

AUTHORRRR : hi. written by dee. they/them/he or tbh whatever you want. going thru an unfortunate hyperfixation on lil peep. i like to skate, i luv hockey, and i especially luv to write gay ppl. i also tour as a musician frequently so i dip out of the dash every now and then. j ask for my disc and we can b friends forever.

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GET CRAZY, GET WILD. - JERSEY SHORE QUOTES COLLECTION. a series of quotes from the mtv reality show. some nsfw themes and strong language ahead. change verbiage and pronouns as needed.

alright, i'll make you a grilled cheese, asshole.

you're the worst argument person ever.

don't touch me, i'm tan!

it could be dangerous to the health.

my only rule: never fall in love at the jersey shore.

it's t-shirt time!

first impressions are everything. so, you got to stay fresh to death, i call it. fresh outfit, fresh haircut, fresh tan. just stay fresh.

ew, you peed on my foot!

i thought you were just being drunk and stupid.

do you want to bang?

i am like a praying mantis. after i have sex with a guy, i will rip their heads off.

GTL: gym, tan, laundry.

shut your mouth, you dirty little hamster.

they have defied the law of intelligence.

i'm like, a pretty deep dude.

we're beating up the beat. that's what we say when we are doing our fist pump.

how many times you cook for me? none!

one step forward, two step backs.

i hate the ocean. yeah, it's all whale sperm.

hell has to be just like this.

i'm not a snack, i'm a happy meal.

yo, face down, ass up—that's how i like to have a good time.

cry all you want, your tears don't mean shit to me.

i'm sorry i punched you in the face.

i'm not trashy, unless I drink too much.

faux-hawk is like, my best thing.

to drink, or not to drink?

my ass is burning.

rahhhhn, stahhhp.

we're ex-boyfriend and girlfriend, and we're hanging out with each other, and like, you know, it's a little awkward bro.

it's juicehead central now. i'm in heaven.

this isn't law school; this is a t-shirt shop.

you don't come in on sunday with a banana and expect everything to be peaches.

i'm the sweetest bitch you'll ever meet, but do not fuck with me.

do i really want to do this right now? does The Situation want to get situated right now?

i am not fucking any of my roommates, therefore i should not be cleaning up after their shit.

it's like a war zone out here. all grenades.

i'm ready to party, get out there. let's get filthy, creepy, and weird.

your eyebrows are so bushy, they collect so much more bacteria than normal eyebrows would.

don't test me, because i will fail a majority of the time.

I.F.F. is the "I'm Fucked Foundation."

i don't care if you talk shit about me. talk shit about me all you want.

we take that with us for life, that bond. ... that was deep. that was fucking deep.

if you leave, i'm going to stuff your fucking nose with tampons.

[thesoldiersminute]

Jeremy Allen White as Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto The Bear | S04E01

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐬* 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  dialogue  prompts  taken  from  thunderbolts*  (2025),  directed  by  jake schreier.  feel  free  to  edit  and  change  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ there is something wrong with me. an emptiness. ❜

❛ you weren’t listening to me. it’s like your mind is somewhere else. ❜

❛ do you think i like taking orders? ❜

❛ you shoot, i dodge. ❜

❛ you guys can never aim for shit. ❜

❛ can you please just say it normal? ❜

❛ how long has it been, huh? a year? ❜

❛ so you… you feel fulfilled? ❜

❛ look around you. i’m miserable. ❜

❛ the light inside you is dim even by eastern european standards. ❜

❛ i've just been wondering, you know, like, what… is the point? in any of this? ❜

❛ the point of work is fame and fortune. fortune buys friends, and love, and a lot of cool clothes. ❜

❛ why do you have this photo out? ❜

❛ we were so bad. ❜

❛ you were happy. ❜

❛ i’ll make you something. ❜

❛ yeah, this just isn’t working for me anymore. ❜

❛ i need you to follow the target inside and find out what she intends to steal. ❜

❛ you’re not even my target. ❜

❛ i’m not here for you. ❜

❛ i know who you are and what you’re doing. ❜

❛ what am i doing? ❜

❛ you’re working me. you’re trying to get me on your side. ❜

❛ you say you know who i am, so you know my story. and you know i didn’t have a choice who i worked for. but you do. ❜

❛ it’s my business card. in case you need some help or you wanna share some secret hidden evidence. ❜

❛ i’m not sure what’s happening here, but you’re all exhausting and my job is done, so... ❜

❛ god only knows the blood on your hands. ❜

❛ pretty ludicrous coming from the dimestore captain america. ❜

❛ that was funny. thank you. we needed that. ❜

❛ it was getting so tense in here for a second. ❜

❛ all right, um… tie yourselves up. ❜

❛ next time, why don’t you just text me like a normal person? ❜

❛ we don’t need to go rogue in the darkness, or whatever you people do. ❜

❛ what exactly are we looking for? ❜

❛ we’re looking for not stupid questions. ❜

❛ hey. didn’t think you’d come back. thanks. ❜

❛ are you hurt? ❜

❛ no, i’m fine. i’m fine. ❜

❛ you do not seem fine. ❜

❛ yeah, well, we’ve only just met. this is… this is how i am. ❜

❛ well, you guys should just go without me. it’ll be easier. ❜

❛ we all feel like shit sometimes. and loneliness, i get that. and that that darkness gets... pretty enticing. ❜

❛ you shove it way down. you just... push it down. ❜

❛ let’s just stick together until we make it to the surface, and after that, you can start a fight with a super soldier. get yourself killed. i don’t care. ❜

❛ so, none of us fly? what, do we all just punch and shoot? ❜

❛ you do not want to start the whole sob story game. i win. ❜

❛ well, you were just a kid, so… ❜

❛ i just think it might be nice to know that you didn’t really know any better. ❜

❛ cucumber, cucumber, cucumber. ❜

❛ growing up, somebody told me that you can stop a sneeze if you confuse your brain. i always just yelled “cucumber.” ❜

❛ you’re the boss now? cute. ❜

❛ anyone else have any pointless childhood stories to tell? ❜

❛ i will fight. you stay behind me. ❜

❛ i’ve always had these episodes since i was a kid. there’s a high, then there’s a big low, and then my memory just goes blank. ❜

❛ you were right, she definitely wants us dead. ❜

❛ this has the makings of a team that can raise to glory. a team that can bring light from the darkness. a team of heroes that can be on the wheaties box and have little kiddie toy… ❜

❛ let’s just forget about them, and let’s focus on you. and how perfect you are. ❜

❛ isn’t that what you want? to be accepted? to be chosen? ❜

❛ no one else sees it, but i do. and i think maybe your past is what makes you so perfect. ❜

❛ look, i’ve been where you are. you can run, but it doesn’t go away. sooner or later it catches up to you, and when it does, it’s too late. so you can either do something about it now, or live with it forever. ❜

❛ you want to be good? or do you want to be somebody who changes the world? ❜

❛ you can do anything. ❜

❛ i'm the only one who knows what your true potential is. and it’s limitless. ❜

❛ i don’t wanna hurt you guys. why don’t you just turn yourselves in? ❜

❛ you can trust me. i know you. ❜

❛ they’re not a threat to me, so why do i need to kill them? ❜

❛ there is no “us.” there is no “we.” ❜

❛ you’re not a hero. you’re not even a good person. ❜

❛ why would a god take orders from anyone at all? ❜

❛ i’m starting to think maybe you don’t know what i am. or what i’m capable of. ❜

❛ i'm not afraid of you. ❜

❛ well, then, chase me forever. ❜

❛ If you cared, you would have called. ❜

❛ i’m sorry. i don’t know how to do this. i’m not good at it. ❜

❛ i didn’t think you wanted me. ❜

❛ i’m late, but i’m… i’m here now. ❜

❛ all i do is sit and look at my phone and think of all the terrible things that i’ve done. ❜

❛ when i look at you, i don’t see your mistakes. ❜

❛ aren’t you tired of fighting? let me help you. ❜

❛ you can’t outrun the emptiness. ❜

❛ it’s what you said. we’re all alone. all of us. ❜

❛ i have these good days, you know? where i feel invincible. but then there are a lot of bad days when i remember that nothing matters, you know? ❜

❛ so you’re just gonna sit here and let it take over? ❜

❛ well, there’s no use in fighting it. ❜

❛ at least i found a nice room. the other rooms are much worse. ❜

❛ you can’t stuff it down. you can’t hold it in all alone. no one can. we have to let it out. ❜

❛ even if it doesn’t make the emptiness go away, i promise you it will feel lighter. ❜

❛ we can find a way out of here together. will you try and leave here with me? ❜

❛ there’s no death here. the pain only gets worse. ❜

❛ i have a great past, so i’m totally fine. ❜

❛ the most shameful thing of all was thinking you could be anything more than nothing. ❜

❛ wait. you think they care about you? you don’t matter. to anyone. ❜

❛ i’m stronger than you. ❜

❛ you thought you were gonna be some great man? some savior? you can’t even save yourself. ❜

❛ we will always be alone. ❜

❛ i’m here. ❜

❛ it will always be just us. ❜

❛ we’re losing credibility. which we had very little to begin with. ❜

❛ we’re running out of space? It’s impossible. this building is enormous. ❜

❛ i did the dishes though. ❜

[heavnhill]

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[blond-shell]

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[heavnhill]

violet remembers the last time she tried to fight back   —   the burning fist around her throat, the way she felt her windpipe crush and crunch under pressure. whenever flashes of the altercation hits her brain like the eight of wands, she feels her stomach drop and her pulse turn hot. this time, though, she’s got her fists clenched, little unsheathing fangs coming out, like some baby vampire. it’s fucking rage. rage for feeling like this, rage for being tethered like a fucking pathetic dog, rage for letting it get this far   …   far enough that she came back completely fucking wrong. it’s like an animal tired of being kicked. a full bowl of food isn’t enough to ease the pang in her ribs.   “your patience? your patience, you fucking bitch?”   it’s sudden, blurted, with confidence that neither violet nor seraphina knew she possessed. she almost stammers, but, fuck, it comes out just as sharp as her claws.   “you’ve worn mine down, and i’m fuckin’ fed up with you and your bullshit and making me into this. fuck you and your patience.”

…   because, if violet is already dead, what can seraphina do? who knows how many times violet has died. it doesn’t bother her anymore. she comes back, and she comes back, and she comes back, and she comes back. what is there to lose? oh. it’s octavia. that’s something she can lose, and she sure as hell doesn’t want to. but she fights   —   hard. “i’m done, and i swear to fucking god, i’m not joking, don’t come running the fuck after me, don’t try and make me feel like i’ve got no choice. go find another bassist, go jerk off in the mirror some more, go find someone else to be me.”

don’t test my patience / @icebhaal

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it’s probably more for their protection than hers. the chittering bellows low into a static-filled breath, until there’s nothing at all. her spine curves inward to fit into the shadow of the corner, where the ceiling and two walls meet    —    lola’s head drops back, neck craned, hair spilling towards the floor, while barton turns upside down. eyes are wide, fixed on the door, unblinking. but the smell    —    jesus, fuck, the smell    —    makes her salivate, makes something shift in her body. fresh blood, somewhere, warm, close, a pulse just barely reaching into her earshot. something alive and fresh. the scent reminds her of a full fridge, something on her expensive china that she bought during a work trip    —    some forever ago, it feels. she’s lost track of time a while back. 

the chittering comes back in a low, bubbling crescendo. this time it’s a rumble, almost a snarl. lola doesn’t see danger. she sees a quick fix, she senses doordashed liver and marrow. she’s silent, as she slowly crawls back down from the corner, head still pulled back with uncanny flexibility. no human should be able to do that. she’s not sure if she remembers being human at all. claws unsheath. a now gaping maw drips hot, stringing drool onto the ground below.      “dinner for two?”

don't make a sound in case they hear you. / @mad-hunts

[heavnhill]

happy monday i got kicked in the face by a stagediver and i feel incredibly tuff

[heavnhill]

who wanna go to a warehouse rave with boots n do a bunch of drugs and POTENTIALLY get in a life threatening situation

[heavnhill]

STAYING IN TONIGHT WHO WANT INBOX MEMES

[heavnhill]

hope everyone's loving my sudden spike in writing and shit idk where this came from but i :D

[heavnhill]

DIANE “BOOTS” MARSH,     30ish. neighborhood drug dealer     —     cleanest shit you can buy this side of the tracks, all from behind the counter of a shitty convenience store. paying her sister’s posthumous debts, constantly in horrible situations     …     while also working with her family’s chop shop. gifted mechanic. can’t do math for shit, though. the marsh family is known to be tight knit, loyal, kind     —     lucia marsh makes extra food in case anyone in the neighborhood stops in, boots will let someone steal food or slide a pack of cigarettes ‘on the house.’ just be nice and don’t fuck with the marsh family. pinterest.

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i don't know how it got this way / @mad-hunts

…     the groans have turned into a purr, as the beast lays its head down at barton’s feet. soft breaths, calm, tired. the hunger has subsided, the body has finally stopped with the heaving snarls, as for once in its damn life, it has finally rested. no more snapping maw. arachnid eyes have fluttered shut, even though some eyes snap open in alarm     …     they search in urgency, then roll back, and close behind that nictitating membrane. vivienne couldn’t thank barton enough for this chance to not feel the agony, not feel the hunger, not feel the guilt or the weight of a fresh kill. vivienne     —     currently a formidable beast who shouldn’t be purring at barton’s feet     —     awaits a much less painful shift back, thanks to the relaxant, the sedation, that makes her hum. maw opens,hissing something loose in infernal tongues. finally     —     something in appreciation.

[heavnhill]

“depends who you’re referring to,”     callie is mid pouring a shot of tequila, she’s talking a bit over her shoulder. not uncommon she gets confronted over the bar, and certainly not uncommon that she leaves with someone. always appear available, but don’t actually be available     —     the mantra, all the girls say it, her boss says it, but for callie, it’s a bit of a loose suggestion. she pours herself a shot, shoots it, then spits it into her ‘chaser’ bottle of beer. she calls him babe, sweetheart, thanks him while she tucks a $20 bill in her cleavage. finally. she scoots to nea, leaning over the bar.     “you can assume he means nothing to me.”     ‘he.’ nice self-report, callie.     “why? jealous?”

who was that you left with? / @grote5querie, nea karlsson

[heavnhill]

you're avoiding me, @icebhaal

“no. i’m not.”       they are, like, fully avoiding seraphina. they refuse to make eye contact     —     seraphina’s voice is like an animal’s snarl to violet’s ears, it makes violet’s hackle raise for a moment. but she shrinks, her arms crossing, she holds herself in a nervous hug. blood has been caked under her nails from a recent feed, she’s got a little bit more color in her face, and she looks just as guilty as she always does after ripping into someone’s intestines     …     never feels good. physically, it’s awesome. emotionally? mentally? if she was allowed to die, if she could, she would fucking end her shit now. because she feels like a monster     —     she doesn’t understand how seraphina does this with a big smile on her face, like it’s nothing, like nobody is anything at all. just like violet. nothing at all.       “don’t worry about it. i want to go back to my room.”

[heavnhill]

👤👤here 4 u

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MAXINE FORD & LOU LOWDOWN,     JADE’S ROOMMATES.

max was a user     —     heroine, to be exact     —     when she met lou. lou was the lead singer in a local hardcore band, max once beat the shit out of him in a pit, and they fell in love. he moved in within a week of meeting her. no one really cared, as long as he could withstand the noise     —     constant fucking from a lesbian polycule, music, dogs barking     —     and he was cool with it. he was a total virgin to drugs. max got him hooked on heroine. after a near overdose in the kitchen, jade forced them to get clean, knowing either would die if they kept it up. they did, for a little bit, but things got bad again. no one really knows when they started using again. but they did know when they got more bold     —     the smell permeated the building, even if they cracked the windows and tried to drown it with cigarettes and incense. their room has become a heroine den, one that no one bothers to even get near. they’re using again, and jade is looking to help them get clean, while also look for a place to move into. she can’t stand this shit anymore. she loves them, but it’s killing her, too.