if hell is forever, then heaven must be a lie.

𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.

[serafhime]

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𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐢̈𝐯𝐞 to expect you to 𝙷𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙻𝚂 you're purveying?

#𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄:    an  independent  &  private  portrayal  of   𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘    from   𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋.    established  january 2024.    written  by  apple. 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟:   challenging the powers that be, speaking the truth, standing up when no one else is willing, carrying the metaphorical torch, holding belief that a human soul can improve & change. 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫:    religious themes, horror, drug use, sexual content, blasphemy,   gore  &  violence. +18  followers  only,   please.

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.       laws.      dossier.     playlist.     board.     promo.

[pangur-and-grim]

I forgot that writing is very fun and that you're playing pretend. like all this shit and pressure about craftsmanship and art! NO!!!! you are a grown up playing with dolls! it is silly and you should have sooooo much fun pushing their heads together to make them smooch!!! or torturing them, which is what I did to my toys as a child, to the point where my mom thought I was going to grow up evil

[archaeologicaly]

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music of the birds is proof of God’s existence…

[toxitrosia]

❛ finally, someone who understands hospitality. hola, @serafhime, valentino. nice to meet you. you have a striking image, by the way. have you ever considered a career in film? ❜

[serafhime]

“oh, it's so nice to meet you too! i'm emily!”

emily’s wings perk immediately—all five and a half of them—her halo giving a bright little spin as she clasps her hands together. the seraphim's unawareness is striking.

“hospitality is so important! it’s like… like giving someone a warm blanket but with your actions instead of fabric! i’m really glad it came across.” she rocks on her heels, trying (and slightly failing) not to beam too hard.

“you know, no! i've never really thought about it—though! i do like performing for fun, and singing! and being helpful!”

an intake of breath gives her brief pause. she tilts her head. her wings give the tiniest flutter—one natural, one delicately whirring with its golden mechanics.

“so if film needs… um… bubbly enthusiasm and someone who can conjure props in an emergency, then maybe I'd be okay at it?”

[frenchiefieart]

New fave in fun fashion 💜💙✨

[serafhime]

i'd love to plot some stuff for emily, especially post s2.

[serafhime]

WHEN YOU MAKE THE WRETCHED SUFFER,   just to kill them again!    #SERAFHIME:    a  study  on   emily from hazbin hotel.    private & selective. as  told  by  apple.

[smol-smol-baby]

Tell me more about hell

[radiosmile]

Emily from Hazbin Hotel

[origidick]

𝐈'𝐌 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 , 𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 ! highly canon divergent && hc based take on [ ADAM . ] from hazbin hotel. the primordial man , the original dick. not affiliated with the show or it's creator , 18+. shredded by pear ( he/him , 25+ ) sideblog follows back from @ prnkill.

[serafhime]

@prnkill, for valentino.

❝ um, excuse me? ❞ emily had caught on halfway into this meeting that one of their demonic guests is hardly paying attention. now that he finally interjects into the conversation, it's something of an understatement to say that his words confuse her. a dithering laugh escapes the angel, but she remains trusting, despite sera's cautions. he's just making small talk.

❝ no, i can't say i have . . . is that some kind of avant garde art? ❞ there are plenty of artists beyond the pearly gates, of course. she is knowledgeable, but no expert on the art forms in the nether realm. so emily listens with patient curiosity, hands crossed, giving him the floor to answer.

[serafhime]

"But what are you doing down here?" ( -Adam u-u )

@questionablemuses, for adam.

chin up, trying her best to shoo the quiver out of her voice at her discovery, the seraph manages to hold onto her pluck: ❝ i followed you down. ❞

emily may not have known the way herself, but the portal was her blank ticket to warn charlie and protect the wayward sinners in her care. by his own confession, adam's threat at the court hearing had been clear: the might of his angelic forces was promised to the hotel. she couldn't stand by and do nothing in good conscience, but her pleas to sera had fallen on deaf ears. talking to adam may as well have been facing a brick wall. still, she must try.

❝ you really can't mean to harm those souls, adam. ❞

[serafhime]

like this post if you want to plot some interactions or discuss dynamics with emily!

[ryebreadgf]

hey, you guys? you… might want to see this *shows you the truth at the center of the universe and it is love*

[memetaped]

beatrix potter stories taken from the books.

deary me, you have got very wet.

please tell me quick!

one table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.

this is the last straw.

let me prop you up with a pillow, my dear.

now run along, and don’t get into mischief.

compose yourself.

make me more porridge, please.

would you rather go to bed?

mind your sunday clothes, and remember to blow your nose.

go away, you bold bad spider!

you can’t go in the dark. do you know your way by day-light?

it is all ready to put into the oven.

stop, thief!

i will get some worms and go fishing and catch a dish of minnows for my dinner.

you could squeeze in, through that little round hole.

take that peppermint out of your mouth.

give me one of yours, please?

now i’ve finished my ironing. i’m going to air some clothes.

what dreadful bad language!

hop across, and take a look.

one place suits one person, another place suits another person.

come buy, come try, come buy!

what’s that thing?

fetch some more chamomile.

i wish i could have a little garden and grow potatoes.

but what are you doing down here?

what a nasty person!

i am sure i can see the marks of little dirty feet.

i’ve had to wash it separately. i can’t get out the smell.

butterfingers!

don’t say that again.

what do you do when it rains?

i am afraid of the police.

does your poor toothy hurt?

i’m in sad trouble.

but it’s dark!

what is that fearful noise?

you have eaten them yourself.

it was an old, old house, full of cupboards and passages.

get out, you nasty old toad!

why should we stay within walls in times of peace?

i’ll sit awhile and dry myself.

it may be that your teeth and digestion are unaccustomed to our food.

but what a horrible surprise!

i think i had better get away from here.

this is an intrusion!

there may just have been room for the pudding.

will it ever be tidy again?

i know a good place for minnows.

ow! ow! ow!

it makes me sneeze.

the place is full of policemen. 

i go barefoot, barefoot, barefoot!

can there really have been someone in the house?

there is something to please everybody.

but nobody ever answers!

[memetaped]

tuck everlasting taken from the 1975 natalie babbitt book.

you’re safe. forever.

i got a feeling this whole thing is going to come apart like wet bread.

here, child. hide your eyes.

you’ll get heat stroke out there on a day like this.

there, there, now. hear me out.

you resting easy, child?

i was too scared to do anything.

coffee, please.

but first we got to talk, and the pond’s the best place. the pond’s got answers.

come along, child.

so you may as well relax. there’s nothing you can do to stop me.

you’ll sleep first-rate on the sofa here.

i’m going outside now.

but things can come together in strange ways.

well, you never told me not to!

it’s no use having that dream. nothing’s going to change.

all right, but come in if it gets too hot, won’t you, dear?

you leave that child be.

it’s going to rain, i think.

don’t stay out here much longer.

you can’t have living without dying. so you can’t call it living, what we got. we just are, we just be, like rocks beside a road.

who’s that you’re talking to?

i’m tired of being looked at all the time. i want to be by myself for a change.

it was like pain, a dull pain on the fringes of the sky.

you’re too much of a worrier.

a toad? nasty things, toads.

so of course you know everyone, and everything that goes on.

big tree got hit by lightning, split right down the middle. caught fire and everything.

i have to help. if it wasn’t for me, there wouldn’t have been any trouble in the first place.

but dying’s part of the wheel, right there next to being born. you can’t pick out the pieces you like and leave the rest. being part of the whole thing, that’s the blessing.

they were wild, unbelievable stories, but i believed them.

i won’t go with you! i won’t!

life’s got to be lived, no how matter how long or short.

it’s my toad. so you’d better leave it alone. 

what a week this has been!

i have a great deal to say and very little time for saying it.

these are strange and breathless days, the dog days, when people are led to do things they are sure to be sorry for after.