Hell - Tumblr Posts
Angel: "I'm sorry, but... You are going to Hell."
A freshly dead person (insert character) : "No! I can't... I... I can't! Please! What did I do wrong?!"
"Well, I can only tell you the biggest of your sins, the rest you will find out yourself down there..."
"Please do!"
"You, as your biography states, are gay."
"Oh, well I- wait what?"
"You're gay, I'm afraid"
"... And that's it?"
"Pardon me?"
"My biggest accomplishment is that I'm gay?"
"I am afraid- what?"
"I HAVE KILLED 16 PEOPLE"
"Please calm -"
"I HAVE SLEPT WITH COUNTLESS RICH FUCKS FOR THEIR MONEY AFTER WHICH KILLED THEM"
"Can you -"
"I HAVE STOLEN FROM BANKS AND CORRUPTED THE GOVERNMENT FOR MY WHOLE LIFE JUST BECAUSE MY NAN WAS SUPPOSED TO GET MORE PENSION "
"You did what-"
"AND YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT THE ONLY THING THAT COUNTS IS THAT IM GAY?!"
"..."
"I can't believe it! I was going to do a comedic skit here while you were reading out my wrongdoings, and you just tell me, that I am going to the same place as my late Nan, the most angelic person Earth has seen, for the same fucking reason?"
"Well, you also ate shrimp, and..."
"I EVER LOVED ONLY ONE PERSON FOR LIKE A MONTH, AND SHRIMP I ATE ONCE WHILE DINING OUT, AND YOU DARE TO COUNT THAT ABOVE MY ACCOMPLISHMENT S"
"I don't make the rules, I'm sorry. And please do not call your sins your 'accomplishment'"
"FOR FU - Wait, so everything in the Bible that says it is a sin, is a sin?"
"Well, yeah. Why do you think we have you the book?"
"2 fabric clothes?"
"Yep"
"HAH! Sign me up, I got business with someone down there..."
Aziraphale & Crowley’s Trials
Okay, am I the only one who didn’t even think that Aziraphale and Crowley swappped bodies? I had an entirely different theory as to whey they had survived the Holy Water and the Hellfire.
I had assumed, that because of all these years with the other, and the love and emotions they had felt towards one another, that they had become something that was neither an Angel, Demon, or Human.
Am I the only one who thought that?
"HELLRAISER"
Thierry Mugler Vintage Bodysuit. Watercolor illustration by Christian Cimoroni.
well hello fellow tumblr users
it is I
random fellow tumblr user fluff
i draw wholesome shit but my character lore is uh
moving oN
toyhouse is my main platform (as i understand what the fucks going on there /j)
so yeah
thats it
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This is what hell sounds like
Angel Ink Font Backstory: also Includes Dream and Nightmares sides of the story
Once, upon a time, a family lived in harmony, and peace. The father was part of a powerful guard, protecting the Kings of Heaven and Hell. They were very powerful, and full of life. One day, the Kings found two children that wandered into Hell. Their souls... Were so different... They were pure black, nothing like anyone had seen. Frisk and Chara stayed in the village, they were sweet and kind... Then one day, the Kings found them, with the one girl cradling her headless, mutalated sister.'The Monster did it.' Was what Chara said, and a black portal full of mindless, horrifying creatures poured out, forcing the brothers to seal the portal. However, the damage was done. The Monsters multiplied, and spilled into the Human realm. Thankfully, all species had special abilities to kill these creatures. Then everything... Changed.... Unknown to any of them, Chara did open this portal, she did summon the monster that murdered her sister in cold blood. But she hid it. Hid it until the right time when the brothers where apart. She planned to open the portal again, and shroud the realms in darkness and foul blood. The father did not want to fight. He wanted to help, but he had a family. The rest agreed, the children needed their father and wished the father best of luck. He begged them to forget about Chara and come with him to hide, but they refused, and the battle went south. Everything was destroyed. Chara had won. The brothers fled. However... She had no way to open the portal again with out a very, very powerful soul. Then, she remembered. The father had very powerful Hybrid children. It was her chance! So... After finding them, she raided the laboratory, only to just capture the father and his wife. The children escaped. The Humans hated them... Thought them of Monsters themselves, because Beasts that fled from Chara integrated themselves with the Humans, but they did not fully accept. So the children were part of their undying hatred and rage. They trapped them inside a barrier to where they would rot and die...Then... One day... A lady showed up... She had bright red hair... And a cheerful smile. She offered them to play a Game with her. They accepted... But the board wasnt right. There was something wrong. They didnt know this was Chara, until she revealed her real form, grabbing at the oldest child. However, the youngest boy stepped in the way to be taken. Then, the oldest grabbed her baby sister and ran. Chara eventually caught up with them, and stabbed the youngest through her soul. Chara couldnt finish the job, as the oldest teleported away, begging her sister not to die.
Then she had an idea. She took her sisters vanishing soul.
And fused it with hers.
Ink maintains complete control, due to her sisters weak soul.
AngelTaleAU Nightmare Memory log #1: Welcome to Hell!
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Time: about 2 hours
Tools: Krita
Device: Asus Vivobook, Gaomon drawing tablet
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Hello everyone! Welcome to my post! I am going to start a series of memory logs starting with Nightmare! Each if my characters will get 12 logs each! This memory is Nightmares creation, Hell itself! Don't Tell Dream! It also may look all cute and adorable, but don't make Nightmare angry!
Nobody knows what he's capable of.
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And Sleipnir🤣
Loki's children
Unfinished???????
The monster is a beautiful thing.
Cindy has been practicing the ritual for weeks, months. Murmuring each word under her breath on the brisk November walks to and from work. Laying naked on her bed, sprawled and feline, tracing every dark curving line of its shape etched into the odd book. The book was a gift, leaning on her doorstep one evening— but from whom or for what— she had no idea.
It was a perfect nightmare, a beautiful thing of corded muscle and dark chitinous armor. It’s horns tangled and bent, every bit the artistry of Hell itself. Each pristinely detailed picture had the jaws smiling a broad, wolffish smirk etched by terrible teeth and the hands spread wide were more talons than anything remotely human.
*Pleasure and pain mingle like tangled lovers*, the words said, ringed by arcane symbols. And Cindy, special girl she was— *craved* pain. Fantastical, enduring pain.
Cindy lit matches and clutched them, or doused her own cigarettes on her arms.
Cindy dribbled candle wax down her own pale, ivory skin.
Cindy found chemicals and cleaners, liquids that dangled just on the edge of poison, and doused her more sensitive regions in it, writhing at every sparking sensation.
So when she laid eyes on the monster, when she read it’s promise of liberating agony, and her eyes scoured over every thorn curve of it: how could she deny it?
It came to her, one night, when she spoke the words in the dark and everything bristled with unholy redness.
The monster had come. It loomed tall and hateful and dripping with insatiable hunger. It’s horns dragged at the ceiling like fingernails on chalkboard, it’s thorns glared like dozens of hateful eyes with their own little fervent fires. It’s maw blazed with the signature grin and Cindy could smell the inferno within, that burgeoning furnace she lusted to fill her.
It crushed her beneath a sprawling claw and it’s skin bristled with heat, stealing the voice and the words from her throat. It’s wordless, inhuman desires override her brain and turn Cindy into something pathetic, and tiny. A toy that bent to a greater will. The claws mark skin, sign gouging crimson marks into flesh. The monster presses her to the floor beneath its grip,
I am a demon.
Yet I understand a human.
It's all about pain and gain—the ultimate game played by ego and power.
Oh, wait! My kind will take them down once and for all, because hell is running out of fuel.
(Laughs hysterically)
- bitchfacesblog
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here" - The Tempest, William Shakespeare
'the devil's face in the fire, the eyes of the beast shinning through the darkness' on the second photo
photo by @alice-apsx
life:
10 yrs old: wow its so weird that my age is double digits
13 yrs old: wow its so weird im a teenager
18 yrs old: wow its so weird im an adult
20 yrs old: wow its so weird im 20
30 yrs old: wow its so weird im 30
40: wow its so weird im 40
50: wow its so weird im 50
60: wow its so weird im 60
70: wow its so weird im 70
80: wow its so weird im dead
afterlife: wow its so weird I've ascended to the highest plane and traversed the realm of demons on the intense mission to destroy satan and take my place as the rightful ruler of hell and all that is evil already like whaaat
