anung un rama.

𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽, 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂.

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indie HELLBOY of dark horse comics, written by ollie (he/they, thirty+) main inspirations drawn from the comics, especially the main omnibus. very headcanon driven. not film compliant (other than loving ron perlman) mutuals only. please read CARRD before interacting. ( plotting ideas ✦ pinterest ✦ also at @alleyspat )

A STUDY IN: defying fate, refusing to be defined, surviving out of spite, loving humanity and all its imperfections, trying to be the hero, perseverance in the face of imminent doom, loving fiercely, protecting humanity, and most importantly... PUNCHING NAZIS.

NAVIGATION — PROMPTS. ✧ SIGNAL BOOSTED. ✧ MUSINGS. ✧ LINGUINI.

BLOG CREDITS: graphics by me unless stated otherwise, pinned graphics & new promo from @trumanresources, PSD.

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my muse for my oc has just been higher lately. i'm not leaving hellboy, but i may be quieter over here until his muse wakes back up <3

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hellboy journal page ??/?? ft. liz sherman, some lilies, and an australian possum.

[psychoticfairybitch]

Please god let me beat the shit out of someone

[terrible-eel]

The entire state of Hawaii has endured 40 inches of rain with no end in sight. There are multiple flood zones. 233 people have had to be rescued. A levee will most likely break and raise the water level to be 40ft high in some places.

If you want to help, please donate to the housing for homeless project Hui Mahi’ai Aina

And to the no kill animal shelter that needs to evacuate animals Oahu SPCA Veterinary Clinic and Animal Shelter

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gonna be on a little hiatus until i feel up to writing / being social again. <3

[musingswithmemes]

Send "🫂" for my muse's reaction to yours hugging them!

(If you cannot see the emoji send "Hugs")

[echoesofsaturn]

as my final act of love, I will swallow every "please stay" and turn it into silence so you don't feel trapped by my ache

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everything I have ever learned in my lifetime leads back to this: the fires, and the black river of loss whose other side is salvation — whose meaning none of us will ever know.

[bassettmemes]

i dont care if we have 10 threads together. i dont care if we have 20. send the meme. write the starter. scream in my inbox. lets start another one. we have six ships? make it seven. canon characters? lets give them an au. i want all. the. things.

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♞ ﹙ closed starter ﹚ ˋ ′ ― for @gentle-hearted

it’s not often that hellboy has time to himself; most often, he has to carve that time out by way of many “no’s” and “i can’t right now’s” given to every bureau agent that calls him in for favors. did they think he was a machine? no, but they certainly didn’t see him as human. hellboy spent most of the afternoon grumbling to himself about this very thing. why was it that every other agent expected time off as a given, but every one of them put their hands to their chests when he asked for the same? it doesn’t do to dwell, hellboy knows this and he knows ultimately that it’s not their fault they treat him different. he isn’t human after all, no matter what honorary statuses one government or another gives him. hellboy sighs, and suddenly the apartment is suffocating. he needs to get out.

not much later, and only a few blocks down from home, hellboy decides that he’s going to see a movie. a treat he did not get to indulge in much these days. this theater is special to him; not only due to its longstanding age but because, alongside the newest blockbusters, they dedicated a couple smaller theaters to showing classics year round. having passed by the sign more than a handful of times this week, hellboy couldn’t help but notice that they were showing one of his all time favorites. the ticket seller says it’s the last show of the night when hellboy asks. it feels like good luck, providence even, that he decided now was the time because it’s the last night they’re showing this particular film.

hellboy is wiping a stray tear from his eyes as he leaves the theater room, two and a half hours later and with a much lighter heart. the darkness he faced day in and day out felt a little easier to grasp when he’s reminded of the reasons he keeps fighting, even if the reason is as small as seeing his favorite film again. admittedly, he’s not paying much attention as he moseys through the lobby but stops himself before running into a petite bystander in the very empty lobby. hellboy wonders for a moment if they’ve already closed, and are just waiting for the last few stragglers to leave.

❝ did you catch the last showing of out of the past? ❞ hellboy asks congenially.

[bog-teeth]

my body is a machine that turns cis characters trans

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♞ ﹙ closed starter ﹚ ˋ ′ ― for @echomancerforhire

the parking lot is entirely empty, which makes sense for the hour but still lends an eerie liminal feeling to what is usually a mundane place. jefferson elementary school is not the biggest, nor the highest rated elementary school in the humble state of kentucky but it is certainly making headlines in the past few weeks. an entire classroom gone missing, including the teacher – mrs. amelia – gone with no trace left behind aside from the untouched classroom. the cops had no leads, not even a whisper of evidence to go after, so the bureau was called. hellboy steps out of the van to stretch his aching body which emits a chorus of pops and cracks. the pain doesn’t last long, thankfully. absentmindedly, hellboy pops a cigarette into his mouth and strikes a match against his right hand to light it. after a deep inhale, he turns to look at august.

❝ never seen a whole class disappear out of thin air… you? ❞    it’s more of a rhetorical question, hellboy would find it surprising to hear if anyone had experienced something like this. the possibilities seem endless, creating a dark tunnel in which hellboy fears there may not be a light to follow. there are four streetlights in the parking lot, but only two are working properly. one of the lights pops lightly as it flickers, casting a sickly strobing light. the other has gone purple, lending an otherworldly feeling to the lighting as it mixes with the bright white and dying yellow of the others. it’s downright creepy, hellboy admits to himself, creepy as hell.

❝ we’ve got keys to get into the building, ❞    hellboy pats the pocket they’re sitting safely within, and they give a little metallic jingle in reply,    ❝ but to tell ya’ the truth, i’m not so sure where to start… or what to look for. what do you think, august? ❞

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Have a linguini

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♞ ﹙ closed starter ﹚ ˋ ′ ― for @manaborn

the sun is a deadly laser — isn’t there a song that says something like that? hellboy can understand why. though he may never know the feeling of a sunburn, he can damn sure feel the heat. left hand shields his eyes from the unrelenting light, as he surveys the eerily empty street. crystal, nevada is a ghost town, vacated and unincorporated sometime in the seventies. hellboy had never seen it in its (very short lived) heyday. from what he can see, there never was much to crystal. the few structures still standing are either made mostly of rust, or are leaning wooden buildings that creak with each sparse breeze that passes them.

it’s not necessarily crystal that is interesting to him, but things that have been more recently occurring in these specific coordinates. hellboy drops his hand to light a cigarette and continues to mosey around the small town. though he is well aware of the interest of the amateurs trying to find specters in crystal, hellboy cannot find himself less wary. these places, as empty as they are, often bring him comfort. there’s certainly no active spirits here, it wouldn’t have taken him long to root one out if there were. whatever lived here, died here, or haunted here is now long gone.

❝ hey… y’know what i’m thinkin’? area 51 ain’t far from here... ❞    hellboy walks back to gwen as he brings up the only thought rattling around in his idle mind,    ❝ there’s definitely no spirits here and— ❞

just as he is trying to finish the thought, there is a loud boom. deep and sonorous, so loud that it shakes the ground they’re standing on, ❝ aw, crap… that can’t be good. ❞

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♞ ﹙ closed starter ﹚ ˋ ′ ― for @vanhvlsing

on the way into the base, hellboy stops to talk with one of the guards at the front. the only thing that he could muster up after coming to terms with the cambien towering over him is that there’s been a ghost. completely useless, but hellboy thanks him anyway. on the walk back to the barracks, he makes a point to walk slower while taking in the surrounding nature. the trees curve around a packed clay road leading to the main barracks for the base’s newly committed cadets. there’s hardly a breeze, hellboy makes note though it doesn’t feel especially paranormal. the sun hangs low like a blood orange kissing the horizon. as he approaches the barracks, a troop of cadets jog by. none of them are too surprised by his appearance, but they all turn to look at him for just a moment. they all look very tired; more tired than any young man he’d ever seen. again, hellboy makes note. he remembers the words of trevor: that their job was to pay attention to everything, even unimportant details, to uncover something new.

the bureau had always shaken hands with the military in order to keep themselves running unencumbered, but hellboy couldn’t claim to be excited for this job. most of his heroes as a kid had been soldiers, then he grew up. it didn’t matter how he felt at the end of the day, if the bureau pointed then hellboy followed. hellboy sighs as he takes a notebook out, and writes a few short notes to himself. (no wind. cadets seem… drained?) when he looks up from the small moleskine, bent with age and use, it’s to the familiar face of helsing.

❝ oh, hey… thanks for meeting me here, helsing. i’m sure you’ve got better things to do, ❞    hellboy tucks the journal back into his breast pocket, and offers a tired smile,    ❝ they cleared out the barracks for the night. you notice anything on your way in? ❞

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( closed starter for @melniibone )

the soft sound of leaves rustling fills the air as a chill breeze floats by; it lightly tussles the hair tied tight to the nape of hellboy’s neck. the hour is late, and many of the windows that line the cobblestone street are darkened. unfortunately, hellboy isn’t here for leisure. there’s been rumors about of an entrance of sorts located in the back of an alley in edinburgh. not only had people gone missing after wandering out from the local pub nearby, but — more troubling — things are coming out. the plan is to check the location out in the morning; but a gut feeling tells hellboy that nighttime is the right call. he wouldn’t call the choice not to wake the agents a gut feeling, but going alone felt safer.

armed with as much as he could fit into his trench coat hellboy studies the paper map they’d marked earlier. he’s only a few steps away now, and the lively sound of the pub that hugs the alley in question wafts out to the street. first he thinks how nice a pint would be, but hellboy shakes his head. this isn’t mexico, and he’s not off-leash. there’s a job to do, people who are counting on him whether they realize it or not.

immediately upon stepping to the shoddily-laid brick wall separating this alley from the more posh street behind it, hellboy spots a peculiar symbol. though he’s never seen it, hellboy knows that it means to enter something. he pulls an old film camera from one of many pockets, and snaps a photo of the symbol before tucking the camera safely away again. aside from this one marked brick, not much stands out. there’s various bits of trash about the can that sits just outside a door labeled EMPLOYEES ONLY in bright yellow paint. on a whim, hellboy uses the thumb of his right hand to press into the brick. then, suddenly, he finds himself very nauseous.

it doesn’t take long to notice the scenery has changed, that he is now standing on a solid hardwood floor surrounded by men who look like they’d just finished a shift at medieval times.

“ uh oh… didn’t think that would happen, ”    trying not to mind the looks from every patron in the pub, hellboy turns to see that the alleyway is gone. if there is a way to get back, he’d have to find it first,    “ uh… sorry boys, didn’t mean to interrupt, anyone mind tellin’ me what year it is? ”