#hellbeloved

[pxppinmolly-archived]

@hellbeloved​ spun:

[txt]: molly, are you anti peg? :(

Call Me Beep Me

To: Sunshine 🏩 ☀

[txt]: I MEAN [txt]: noooooo [txt]: i just dont like doing it [txt]: charlie [txt]: you KNOW im a damn bottom [txt]: next time i swear to god ill take one of your tiaras to remind you im the damn pillow princess here [txt]: honestly? i think bottoming runs in the family.

[sovrant]

“You have the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair.“ @ alastor from chawie bc im 2 lazy 2 change blogs

` JOHN MULANEY QUOTES // @hellbeloved

❛  Oh, darling !  This is where you’re wrong .  ❜  Mahogany claw bops her button nose, brusquely enough to pierce a layer had he been any more rapid in the minute assault.   ❛  You assume that due to my, hm, diluted inhibitions, I have no moral or ethics of any kind.  Aren’t you quite the judgy type !  Were you not supposed to be open-minded and voided of ill-fitted biases about your hope-strapped ragamuffins ?  You’d make quite the horrid therapist . ❜

Simper, malicious and mocking.  

His body leans down.    ❛  I’m quite the opinionated fellow I’ll have you know, my morals are simply... unorthodox.  But that does not mean they don’t exist, princess .  ❜

[hellishmoth]

Send “#b” and I’ll shuffle my music player, and use my favorite line from the next song as a starter! @hellbeloved​ || NOTHING BUT THIEVES - CAN YOU AFFORD TO BE AN INDIVIDUAL?

     "OH, DID I disappoint ya?” His smile didn’t waver an inch as he lowered forward, almost as if wanting to better examine the look on the princess’ face. Despite the apparent implication behind his question he didn’t look sorry in the slightest. In his own sarcastic way, he wouldn’t fail to let her be aware of that.

     “Sorry to disappoint ya.”

[slxrpindust]

@hellbeloved​

Kisses her forehead!

[lcnguor]

newchatrooms replied  /  @hellbeloved​

@lcnguor​ dont u worry charlie will absolutely make sure this happens

[ontheaire]

@hellbeloved​ asked :  Her head tilts to the side, blonde locks cascading over narrow-shoulders to spill down her back in golden waves, and soft eyes peek up at the taller demon by her side -- hidden curiosity lurking not too far from the surface (eyes flickering back down to her hands. she wanted to ask, so what was stopping her?). Shuffling closer she parted her lips only to close them, mulling over her words for a few seconds before she spoke. ❛ Hey, Alastor... what were things like when you were human ? ❜

            A cursory glance is paid to the tiny form that shuffles up to stand beside him, peering up at him from from behind the crook of his elbow. Canting his head to one side, his gaze lids patiently as he waits for her to find the diction she appears to be grasping at and voice whatever query that’s caught on the cusp of her tongue. 

            -- when he was human? ...in truth, he wasn’t truly certain that he ever had been human ; not entirely, anyway. But   a l i v e   -- oh, what a time it’d been to be alive in!

            ❝ -- well, they didn’t call it the roarin’ twenties for nothin’, darlin’! The economy was booming, consumerism was at an all time high, and nobody was more of a sheba than the flapper girl! Ha ha ha! ~ ❞ He throws an arm down around her shoulder and swings his microphone out before her in a wide sweep, clearing the air as if it were a canvas upon which he might paint a picture of the era.

            ❝ ...prohibition was in full swing, but nobody cared! Everyone toted it all the same, in flagrant disregard of the law - morals took a back seat, and indulgence was the name of the game! And that wasn’t all! Why, it was industrial growth as far as the eye could see! Automobiles, telephones, moving pictures, radio!! The golden age of radio! The first and only mass broadcasting medium! New styles of dress and dance ; that’s right! Dancing! It was the age of JAZZ ! Why, it was like one long, continuous party that no one thought would ever end! ❞

            ...He lowers his microphone and releases her shoulder with an easy shrug of reminiscence.  ❝ ...ah, but nothing lasts forever, I’m afraid. The stock market crashed in 1929 and brought an end to the era ; from what I understand, that was the start of what would come to be known as the Great Depression! ...It’s just a shame I died before I got to relish the full extent of that human suffering. The hardship, the misery! Sooooo many orphans. Ahhh, yes ...it was a wonderful time to be alive, indeed! .......but you’ve never been topside, have you my dear? After all, you were born here in Hell, weren’t you? ~  ❞

[carnalcovet-blog]

☆ goodness gracious, thank you so much! ☆

[radiovocals]

@hellbeloved​ said:   ❝ You have no power over me --- ! ❞

she        is        charming         as         ever,         the little fool !          although         seldom         ever         soft,         there         is         something         particularly         sharp         about         the         smile         he         bears         now           &         the hunger          that          follows.

red gaze illuminates     :          the           dark           around           them           awash           in           a           sinister,           ambient           glow.                he invades her space,            claws           pinching           into           the           doughy           skin           of           ever           blushing           cheeks             (           a crackle of static,          humming          so          loud          the          lights          might          burst          from          their          sockets           ———            )        with           effortlessness.          ❝        oh           my           dear,        i           have           all           the           power             in           this           life,           and the next,           over           you.        ❞