- let's kill tonight.

[namedhell]

is thhat ur natural hair color

“oh, absolutely not.”

[namedhell]

haha babe that answer ??? so sexy ah ha

“really? phew, i thought i was coming on a little strong.”

[namedhell]

bang me mommy 😫😫😫

“pass.”

[namedhell]

did u, like ur namesake, lose ur virginity on a gravestone 👀 cuz thats hot 👀

“unfortunately no, unless you count the remains of my childhood innocence being forever buried in an insatiable need to be touched and not think of all the blood on my hands (:”

[namedhell]

do ur brothers know how to read? do u kno how to read?

“what does this say?”

[namedhell]

mickvy‌:

it wasn’t that mickey had some kind of dominance problem, some inherent need to feel superior because of some trauma in his past. if anything it was the opposite, his constant superiority coming from the fact that that was all he knew. a spoiled little boy with adults surrounding him giving him anything he wanted, his tantrums rewarded with whatever he pleased rather than a time out, a snap of his fingers and everyone did as he said. it started as a way to please him to keep him on set, make sure he did his job and didn’t push back shooting, but as his fame rose no one wanted to dare say no to him and risk such an amazing connection. he didn’t care if people liked him, he just cared that he had his entourage and they would do as he pleases. he doesn’t know how to not step off his pedestal, how to not be in control of every kind of relationship he had ever been in. in the bedroom he may have been submissive under hell’s hand, but mickey never really gave up the dominance he always held above everyone. and god he really was a good actor, because she didn’t even see it coming when he pulled the rug right from under her feet and left her on her ass. he was the heart breaker, never the heartbroken, she just didn’t know that until it was too late. “you’re going to leave leo out? ouch, that must hurt. wonder what he did.” it felt weird, talking to her like they were friends, talking about her brothers as if they ever even liked him. the two really were actors, pretending everything was what it was not, like they were characters in some play just reciting their lines. “kind eyes? no way, if anything they’re just sad.” he scoffed, trying to hide his subtle jealousy and offense. “if i wasn’t a good time why did you stay around for so long?”

“he’s into weird things. he’s gonna ruin the comedy.” the comments were getting to him, and hell was eating up every second of it. there was a sick need for her to hurt at times, make a person feel just as shitty as she usually felt. it wasn’t right, she knew this, and she knew that she wouldn’t be in so much shit if she just had some fucking compassion, but it was too much fun to let go. especially now, recalling his annoyingly innocent looking face, she wanted nothing more than to hurt him “it must be a family trait.” the act was dropped now, along with her smile. she brought a lacy gloved hand up to his face, giving his nose a light tap as she spoke, all amusement gone from her voice “i love a good freakshow, disney. the gig didn’t hurt. not to mention, it’s fun to have a weepy little bitch around from time to time. really helps the ego.” she didn’t mean a word of it, but hell prayed he didn’t know that. she’d have to work extra hard to reclaim all the pride she lost when he left, and if that meant kicking him until he was spitting up blood, then so be it “that answer enough for you?”

[namedhell]

meghvn‌:

she turned her head to hell giving her a glare that spoke it all, her annoyance at her friends little coupling. her comment had a double meaning when spoken to hell, even though nothing her or anyone else could say or do would would stop the two from going at it like rabbits even in public. “no clue, couldn’t really see their faces since they were too busy sucking each others off. what kind of hex were you thinking though?” she wasn’t sure if she believed in that stuff, but she loved to entertain hell’s idea of it anyway.

shame wasn’t very present in hell’s life as of late. new place, new people, new feelings. she was having fun, even at the expense of her own pride. and it felt damn good to let go, if she was being honest “there’s not many people here. we’ll figure it out.” she wasn’t exactly a believer in magic, but she loved looking into shit like that in the dark of their room, phone screen illuminating some bullshit expensive enchantments “there’s this one i read about somewhere that just makes fucking, like, excruciatingly painful.”

[namedhell]

mvbells‌:

mabel was practically bouncing after her cousin, every step energetic. she knew, she knew sometimes she could be a lot, but that’s not her fault! she was just not everybody’s cup of tea, and besides, hell didn’t hate mabel, which was what mattered to her most. the thought of being hated. especially by family, something she held dearly to. “yay! diner food, okay,” she grinned, finally catching up to hell and falling in step. at the mention of dipper, mabel gave a shrug. “it’s been a few days since i’ve seen him, and it’s hard to text here, so dunno, probably, though!” she wasn’t going to worry. the twins had a tendency for separating and doing their own things on occasion. he’d be around. 

it took a lot of getting used to, but hell was starting to get comfortable with mabel’s energy. her brothers were chaotic, but an entirely different kind of chaotic than the pines were. it was the bright, unworried energy that she carried that threw hell off the most. the peregrines carried  so much anger in them, their shitty ideas and actions done in a casual manner. mabel’s life was her stage, and hell almost didn’t mind being a supporting character anymore “yay !” she repeated sarcastically, a hint of a smile making its way to her lips “and that’s chill with you?” she found herself blurting before she could stop herself. maybe it was just hell, but she’d always thought the two were annoyingly inseparable. then again, she could’ve just not been used to expressing that kind of attachment to her brothers.

[namedhell]

lyingsuns‌:

for being the world’s biggest self proclaimed hopeless romantic, rachel had limited relationship experience. it wasn’t like she was given the opportunity growing up to truly fall in love anyways. she knew she loved her friends more than anything and emporia had given her so many new friends. “what do you mean?” she asked. rachel would never consider herself ‘sunshine,’ she was just a happy person. “like happy? i love being happy. there’s not enough time in the day to be sad,” she simply stated. “if i’m sunshine does that mean you’re moonshine?”

the friends hell had back home were nothing like those she’d stuck to here. it helped a bit, feeling comfortable around someone because they were just so good. she felt like rachel was a bit too pure for her, that she’d fuck up somewhere and lose her as an acquaintance, but that would have to be dealt with later “yeah,” she kept her eyes glued on the area in front of her, almost embarrassed by her words “like, all bright and positive and shit.” she laughed at rachel’s next words “yeah, i’m moonshine.”

[namedhell]

 mickvy‌:

it was one of those things where you don’t realize what you had until it was too late, and maybe he was just realizing it right now when really looking at her. michael was a dick, he was an asshole, so much so that when he left her and went back to his real world it was easy to forget about her. not all the time, but he didn’t have it as hard as she did. he went back to his lavish life in L.A. and could bury himself in his work, parties, and cooch gooch. there was no time to think of hell, what could’ve been and what he left behind, not until now. everything with her was one of a kind, not to be replaced or replicated, not even if he tried. it felt sacred almost, like what they shared was meant only for them and no one else, at least for him. he couldn’t speak for her, maybe it was all the norm for her, the same thing she did with every guy, but for him he wouldn’t even try. it was like he was a different person there in salem in her arms, like he stepped food on the county line and something shifted but he was now realizing it wasn’t the place rather her. looking at her and being in her presence the usually cocky male felt humbled, ready to be on his knees for her once again like he used to. with other girls he was the dominant one, in charge of everything they did, leading them on and dropping them whenever he pleased. he did the same to her towards the end, but in the midst of their relationship she had all the power, and right now she did again. “i completely agree. i think the comedy world is lacking that right now, too many high energy people. it’s getting boring.” it was weird how they talked, as if they weren’t walking on a fragile line that threatened to snap under them at any minute. “yeah but come on, my brother? i’m so much better than him.” she never understood his relationship with his brother, and how could he explain it when he didn’t understand either. “you could watch me drink and make your celery. you know i’m a good time.”

she’d told herself during his visit and for months after that he meant nothing. she’d just been in the right place at the right time, and opportunities came her way. their time spent together was a blur of ripped fishnets, keycards, and strained pillowtalk. she’d stomped part of him down almost immediately, combat boots crushing that sense of pride, whatever superiority and dominance he’d had over everyone else in his life diminishing around her. call her a sadist, but hell loved seeing him powerless. she’d been putty in the hands of so many guys, a toy, their raggedy ann in chains and buckles, but not with michael. the monster she was then was unmatched, fueled by adrenaline and a thirst for blood and power. he was just so pretty, so wholesome in that all-american boy way, the teen heartthrob you denied finding attractive because you’re not like other girls. and he was hers. only hers.for as long as they had, at least. she thought she’d shaped him well, made it so he didn’t step out of line, hurt her like they all tried. but, maybe she didn’t do as good of  a job as she thought. because he was back to palm trees and flashing lights, and she had puddles of blood to clean “we very well know that i can’t singlehandedly save comedy, but i think with the joint efforts of beau and i, there’s some hope.” it was her desperation play, bringing up her brothers when she felt especially vulnerable, reminding him that she had people who would come after him if she was hurt. she hadn’t done it in a while, no one had backed her into a corner since, well..since he left “i just liked his kind eyes, mickey.” she grinned wickedly, practically bouncing in place “it’s leo’s celery. i’m trying to keep him from contracting a disease.” she explained “i’ll consider it. don’t recall you being that good of a time, though.”

[namedhell]

hcdes‌:

it was imparable for henrik’s face to not soften as soon as he heard hell’s voice, and even more so when his girl knew right away what had him in such a mood. she was so good at it. “fucking service.” he nodded. “that’s obvious, love. a shit ton of mountains, no fucking evolution.”

she was never one for petnames. too soft of an expression. but, she’d made a lot of exceptions for henrik. maybe too many “guess i’ll just have to work harder to keep you entertained, then?” she was guilty of being absorbed in technology, pushing away the feelings that came with other people. sometimes, it was all too much, they were all so expressive all the time “dinner tonight?”

[namedhell]

mvbells‌:

mabel wasn’t the biggest fan of that nickname, but she could look past it because her cousin was here. for once in her life, mabel was a little bit on edge being in a new place, because dipper wasn’t around, but knowing hell was here softened the blow for her. “hi hi,” she squeaked, looking at the blonde with a growing smile. they had always been at odds. their parents forced them together because they were the two girls or whatever but hell always seemed disinterested. mabel wanted to be best friends, but they always seemed at arms length. deep down, she knew her cousin was a softie, she knew it, and when she began showing up at mabel’s more often, it only confirmed the brunette’s theory. she raised her eyebrows. “oh! where? what kind of lunch?” she asked, grabbing her bag and following after hell. “can we get breakfast for lunch? like a brunch? i just want waffles, actually.” 

anyone who knew hell for a while knew how important family was to her. even with her harsh exterior, she’d still clearly do anything for her brothers. until recently, she hadn’t realized that care extended toward her cousins as well. if she wasn’t careful, hell would get herself into some serious shit. the pines were known for their misfortune, after all “yeah, hey.” her eyes rolled at the smile, arms crossing at her cousin’s attitude. mabel could be so tiring to deal with. she didn’t understand how the girl could have so much energy all the time “yeah yeah, brunch is fine. we’re going to lou’s diner.” she took off without waiting for her cousin, sneaking a glance behind her “is your brother busy?”

[namedhell]

mickvy‌:

everything about those few months were out of his comfort zone. it was his first horror movie, one of the few r ratings in his otherwise perfect pg-13 line up. the movie did well, the only complaint was about him. it wasn’t his performance, no, it was just the fact that no critic could take the golden boy seriously in such a perverse role. they liked to see him as the heartthrob, or the lead in a dramatic tale the whole family could watch. they didn’t want to see him covered in blood summoning the devil, and his management realized their risk wasn’t worth it, and he was back to his typecast vanilla roles that all seemed the same to him now. yet in his personal life he took a turn too, because hell was so not the type he usually went for, and yet something about her drew him in. the minute he saw her he wanted her, thick black boots and the dark outfit to match, she was everything he wasn’t and yet he couldn’t resist. their entire relationship, fling, whatever it was was filled with things he had never done before, opening up included. but with his career his personal life followed suit, because at the end of the day hollywood’s golden boy was meant for the sun, not for the secrets of the moon that hell seemed to carry in the palm of her hands. “i always thought you’d make the perfect comedian, you really have the attitude for it.” it was no wonder they both were acting majors, they were always perfecting their skills even off the stage.  “glad it wasn’t. if you were imagining him and not me, ouch.” michael tried to joke, yet there was always that part of him in competition with oswald that felt itself begin to start up. “oh this?” he looked down at his bottle, lifting it up between them. “just for me, unless you want to share?”

she never considered her very existence corrupt before michael. she’d thought she was just getting by, dark interests being an entirely separate monster. but.. seeing anything outside of the usual drab black clothes and crime of her circle was like an eyesore. he was hopelessly vanilla, so easy to poke fun at, and still so so pretty. sue her for getting a bit enamored in it. she had a taste for the different, even if it wasn’t so different to everyone else. hell didn’t realize that she was corrupting him at the start, figured everyone had a bit of a dark side, but soon she’d learned to pick up on his behavior, to read the uncertainty in his eyes. she hated to admit it, but it felt fantastic to ruin someone else. it wasn’t like the industry wouldn’t end up doing it anyway, if it hadn’t already. she’d convinced herself she was doing him a favor. it was better than the truth, that she didn’t and never would fit into his star studded life. that, even if she one day reached her goal and became a renowned scream queen, they wouldn’t belong “it’s the dry delivery, yeah? i’ve been working on the deadpan, think i’m almost stage ready.” she wasn’t nearly as good of an actor as he was. after all, he’d convinced her they might’ve been something “i like to indulge in a good fantasy from time to time, michael. don’t take it personal.” she tried to push down the normal urge to reassure him, instead playing into the competition. hell told herself she didn’t care if it hurt. she’d heard oswald was a nice guy “ah, no thanks. sober.” always have been, she wanted to add, in case you forgot.

[namedhell]

mickvy‌:

looking her up and down he was flooded with memories of their brief time together, and his heart skipped a beat with the feeling of guilt, something he had never felt before. he brushed off those things easily, never feeling guilt for anything he did, always finding some way to reason with himself that he was in the right. even as he left her he felt that guilt, but he told himself they both were better off, and they’d never see each other again. what did they expect, they were from two different worlds, lived in two different places, it never would’ve worked out. it’s easier to leave things suddenly, to leave them harsh and cruel, cut it at the source so it won’t linger on. he thought that would be the end of it, but even if he knew they would meet again he wouldn’t have changed what he did. he didn’t know any better, he’s used to kicking girls out of his bed and sneaking out in the middle of the night, of breaking hearts and never opening his up enough to let that happen to himself. he doesn’t know how to not hurt, how to not sit on his high horse away from the consequences of the real world. he doesn’t know how to be a person, since all his life he’s only been a pawn. “haha, aren’t you just so funny.” michael glared, but the warmth in his eyes showed no sign of meaning it. “well congrats, then. it’s funny, never thought i’d see someone i know here.”

hell wondered if he knew how he’d ruined trips to the cinema, how many times she’d just come short of affording a ticket, sneaking through the back entrance, only to come face to face with a poster of yet another mickey mouse epic tale. the stinging in her throat came back, fresh in her mind as if she’d once more ran to the last stall in the men’s room to try and empty herself of the feelings she didn’t want anymore. but she kept it down this time, because it was all the more pathetic with an audience. especially one of his caliber. she felt perspiration come between her hands from their grip on the cart, quickly releasing it and tucking her hands away under the ripped lace at her stomach, allowing herself some comfort in contact “that’s what drew you to me, isn’t it? my sense of humor?” she kept her oh-so-phony smile glued on “oh? i thought i saw that brother of yours a while back, but i figured it was my imagination.” head tilting ever so slightly, hell drank in the sight of him. he hadn’t changed much, but then again, neither did she. they weren’t wavering people, she’d noticed, they were both very firm on their stupid fucking personas and never compromised them. maybe that, really, was what killed them “hot date?” she teased, nodding to the bottle in his hand.

[namedhell]

mickvy‌:

what was supposed to be paradise felt like hell to michael. it was too small, too claustrophobic, he was too big leagues for this place. he felt trapped, mundane, normal, and he hated it. he didn’t know how to act without his manager whispering in his ear and a entourage following him everywhere he goes. now he was on his own, having to do his own groceries, no one following him around asking for photos. he had his fake id in hand ready to buy some rose, knowing even if they caught him he could pay them to shut up and give him what he wanted. he looked up and down an aisle trying to figure out what he wanted, never having to shop for himself before, when suddenly he felt his side get rammed into by a shopping cart. he was more than prepared to yell at the person who had done so, but when he turned to see who it was he was more surprised than anything. a smile quickly played on his face as he looked down at the girl he was more than familiar with, never thinking he would see her again and yet fate seemed to have different plans. “well look who it is, what a crazy coincidence, right?” he peered down at her with a knowing smile, memories flooding his mind. “i came for a proper education, i hear it’s important. what are you doing here?”

in the few months she’d personally known michael, hell’s life was wrecked. back then, she’d robbed houses on the regular, sat with her brothers for hours making homemade bombs, and those she was with had the same lifestyle. same aesthetic, same outlook on life. then came mr. hollywood. she resented him at first. she couldn’t even pretend to find any amusement in a kid who had half the brains her brothers did, and sat pretty in some los angeles mansion while they’d worked their asses off since childhood to care for a grown woman. their one on one time changed her opinion significantly. despite her harsh demeanor, hell was notoriously easy to win over. her heart was vulnerable and up for grabs since her dad took off with all her willpower, leaving a needy young woman hiding behind fishnets and bruises. she hated to admit it, but michael was exactly what she wanted to be. a grass-is-greener whirlwind affair that almost gave her hope that things were looking up. if, of course, he felt the same. and he hadn’t “spell education.” she blurted before she could really think it through, feeling like an asshole in a moment where she normally wouldn’t have cared about offending him “same as you. earned my way here.”

[namedhell]

even in their supposed “paradise”, hell was there to play mom for her brothers. they hadn’t asked, the fuckers never did, but she did what she could to make sure they didn’t get themselves killed. this included their groceries. if it were up to the peregrines, they’d die of scurvy with nothing but mcdonald’s chicken nuggets in their system. so, she took the day off for errands. that was when she saw him. if she had any sort of sense, she’d turn into another aisle and avoid the mouse altogether. but, this was hell, and she had just lent her last brain cell to beau. her shopping cart was easy to push, being empty so far except for some celery, so she was quick in her actions as she pushed it the remaining few feet, ramming the cart into him “hey, hollywood.” she called, forcing a smile “what brings you to purgatory?”

@mickvy 

[namedhell]

royalofhalloweentown‌:

honestly what was jack doing , going back to school at his age and to add insult to injury the faculty placed him in beginning drama. Since he had no pervious collage credits there was no there way around it, even with 7 years of real life experience under his belt. As he entered the class he felt his mood sink even lower at the empty room,  aside from of course the young woman lounging on stage as if it was her own personal tomb. “ one day dear child you too will wake up with crow’s feet and on that day i shall be laughing in my grave , honestly what is the point of having class if we never have class ” he rummaged though his back-pack for his smokes. “ shall i indulge any vices you have ?“ he pointed the pack in her direction as he made his way to the front of the stage, offering to share. 

@namedhell

pushing her self into a sitting position, hell rested her chin on her hand, eyebrow quirking at his response “promise?” she didn’t quite expect to live to jack’s age. that was just the way things went when you lived like her brothers and her, you either disappeared or became a headline. crow’s feet almost sounded pleasant “don’t jinx it, old timer. the less time we have here, the less i have to hear about how alexander fucking hamilton was ‘like, totally into laurens’. christ, this class is a joke.” peregrines were infamously susceptible to addiction, if their mother was any indicator, and generally hell liked to stay away from any risks. she was already fucked up enough “i’m not sure sucking on cancer sticks matches up with any of my.. vices, but thanks anyway.”