#Helen sharp

[antiqueruby]

just- just look at her!!

[unhinged-lesbian]

Helen Sharp:

I think it would be incredibly emotionally fulfilling to hit someone in the back of the head really hard with a shovel

[ashleyslorens]

#looking respectfully 👀

[flamesonmyface]

SIEMPRE VIVA!!!

I always wondered what Helen did to get the potion, but one of you guys mentioned the idea of her scaling the asylum wall and BAM theres Viola. You just know she made that hospital gown into a GOWWWWNNNNN. She always eats. (drawn in photoshop)

[godthatfeltgood]

^Madeline’s type down to a T^

[betsysunshinee]

Keep the DBH madhel headcanons COMING.

[madhels-enby-boyfriend]

Helen fills in the documents at the hospital because it’s she who gives the doctor the clipboard which means that despite Ernest being a literal doctor and having been married to Mad for 10 years, and despite literally having been murdered by Hel, Madeline still trusted Helen more and felt that Helen knew her better. Like she literally made her fill in the forms after being in the hospital because of her-

[sapphicgardensinmymind]

dbh + tumblr posts

[robiberon]

death becomes her rlly is just "DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT, YOUR HUSBAND WIFE IS GAY! 🫵"

[dearest-darlingest]

[madhelenjoyer]

that damn smirk 😏 — helen sharp, i know what you are 🫵🏽

[cissa-calls]

Madhel Headcannons Pt. II:

Somehow Madeline is the better driver. Helen has a lead foot, a speed demon in disguise. To be clear, they are both TERRIBLE drivers

Madeline fake faints at any given moment (“it’s acting practice!” “Mad this is the library”) and Helen *attempts* to catch her…there have been plenty of accidents

Staring contests. LONG staring contests, they don’t need to blink.

When Madeline wins an award it’s like there’s a new addition in the household. “Mad where did my bedside lamp go,” “let’s focus on my Tony.”

The Barbie movie WRECKED Madeline. Something about seeing a perfect blonde doll choosing to age and be human realllly got to her. Helen wasn’t peachy keen either, but Mad? Mad was inconsolable, though maybe that was because she didn’t book the part either

In their immortality, they’ve both gone through many hobbies and crafts. Some have been more successful than others. Madeline is actually a decent oil painter and Helen crotchets at the speed of light.

Helen is the queen of night owls. Three a.m., a fresh cuppa, and her laptop and it’s a GO

They (mostly Madeline) are constantly researching and browsing new spray paints like a makeup catalogue. “This one is such wonderful rouge with a lovely eggshell finish!”

Madeline owns ZERO denim

Reverse psychology via Helen if anything has to get done ever

You better believe Madeline’s vanity wins over her pride, as in she still has her Razzie awards (though they are buried in the depths of her closet)

Whenever she gets new damage, Madeline insists Helen needs to kiss it and make it better, “Mad you can’t feel anything you’re dead - and you know it’s not gonna heal, there is no making it better” “Just give me the attention Hel”

“Helen, Hel, Helen, Helen, Helly, Helen, Hel’s Bells, Helen, Helen, Hel-“ “What Mad?!” “Hi” (this happens several times a day)

Madeline had a degree in hogging the covers, not because she can even get cold, but she likes the fluffiness

Their coffee orders are as follows: Madeline with a iced strawberry frappe with extra whipped cream. Helen with black tea no sugar cream or a chai latte with oat milk

Speaking off, Helen? Yearns for dairy. So so so should not have dairy.

After everything that…happened Madeline has a healthy fear of staircases and lightning (it has spread to bad omens) and Helen has a…distaste for umbrellas.

Madeline. Pouting. Need I say more?

Back to driving, Madeline was borne to be a passenger princess, forced to be the primary driver. After Helen hit her 70th curb and dented Mad’s car…her chauffeuring days are over.

It’s tradition that after they visit their graves, they have a “memorial meal” and yap about old times

Remember Helens little cutie beret (dumb hat according to Mad)?? There’s a collection of little dumb hats, including a velvet cloche one Mad had a custom made for her

Cats. A long haired Persian, a sphinx that looks like raw chicken (both picked out by Mad) and a little black cat Helen found in a dumpster, chiding Mads initial distaste with, “you two should get along, similar homes and all”

The consistent back and forth of a kiss followed by “Hel you smudged my paint!!” “Whoopsie”

[homoo-wan-kenobi]

if you've seen the chicago and broadway versions of death becomes her. what are some things that you wished made it to broadway??

for example, I wish they had kept helen's hat for that was then, this is now and kept the leaves in her hair for "that was rude, that was pretty fucking rude,"

[thefinestbrandofeefa]

SHE IS CHECKING HER OUT LIKE A SHOPKEEPER AT THE REGISTER

[lovelyisadora]

more hel sketches

[godthatfeltgood]

Foreplay? Foreplay.