#hell au

[flamemons]

he's here he's ready for the christmas party!!! (he's an hour late)

credit for his design goes to @flamon

[flamon]

He goes through a whole nightmare sequence as a little monkey that no one he knows would recognize while being chased by the grim fucking reaper! then he’s gotta go save his friends from being cooked into soup and instead of becoming human he devolves into the STUPID MONKEY AGAIN. And now his friends won’t stop asking him questions he doesn’t know the answer to!! He’s tired!!!

[asterleil]

Bill: 저를 보내주세요. 나는 충분히 고통받지 않았나요? Please let me go. Haven't I suffered enough?

Harper: 아냐 아냐 조금만 더 있어줘 부족해 부족해! No, no, stay a little more, not enough, not enough!

Little Au where Harper is a punisher angel and puts her favorite sinner in his own special little hell. Wrote it in Korean (please forgive my bad handwriting) because @caeperrrrrrr , whom this gift is for, is Korean. This has been floating in my mind for a bit, just felt that it fit. Sadly, this drawing is a collection of hasty strokes, bad decisions, and inexperience. I hope it looks coherent.

Without text

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Edwin, Monty, and Charles (Canon AU: Assumptions)

And this is what life can be, after the world has passed you by, once death has released you, once there is no one that you have to answer to you but yourself: Edwin grabs Monty’s hand, and Monty laughs as they all take off running, Monty's hand in Charles pulling him along too.

Thanks to the fact that Monty has mastered the mechanics of being a ghost, they will eventually plunge through a mirror right into the office. That’s an inevitability.

But for a moment, the three of them can run down the street in the middle of the night, feeling the wind blow through their bodies.

And it’s not the same as it might have been when they were all alive. It can’t be the same as running around playing cricket, and it certainly isn’t the same as being able to fly and feel the wind beneath your wings.

Edwin can’t really remember much about what it was like being alive, long before hell, long before his own world ended in a basement. He can’t remember what running was like before he was being chased by a spider made of porcelain babydoll heads with a shriek that broke the laws of physics. There are so many memories, so many senses, that are locked behind the decades of hell and its sensory overload smeared so much of his living existence into a thick, heavy paste that glazes any glimpse at his past.

But this? Running through the streets with Charles and Monty? Feeling the breeze flicker through his entire body, passing through him like a ghost?

This is so much better than the decades of hell ever could be. 

-aletterinthenameofsanity, keep it hush (that's one damn good mistake)

Well, those rumours, they have big teeth

But I hear sounds in my mind

Brand new sounds in my mind

But, honey, I'll be seein' you 'ever I go

But, honey, I'll be seein' you down every road

I'm waiting for it, that green light, I want it

-Lorde, Green Light

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[hellagency]

cat, singing: He's making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who's on thin fucking ice izuku, also singing: Santa Claus is calling you out!

[teddylovestea]

please hold gently

[andyfire122]

Fictober25 day 1: "Just take my hand."

(@lythecreatorart for the Hell seeks thing)

It was just an odd thing. To be in an actual home after all that time. At least that was what Zes thought that place was. She was only ten years old, but she didn't expect to be here still. The fire at the orphanage was where she figured that was it.

There wasn't any regret about what she did. Honestly, she suspected Seeker was the solution a lot of the kids were saving their money for. It said a lot that kids needed to save money just to kill the priest at the orphanage.

She just moved up the plans by doing it herself. Not like the guy left her any choice.

Even then, she was pulled from the fire to something new. He even made her clothes that were not burned or covered in blood.

The demon thing just takes some getting used to. Doubt they realize I can tell.

"Hey, you ready to talk more yet? I made breakfast." Seeker did knock first, at least. This was just a spare room after all. She had to remember that.

Zes sighed. "Still don't know why you bother."

All she got was a pat on the head and the warmest smile she's seen. This is the same unhinged man who's tied to a demon and kills people for money.

"It's not like I could have left you, kid. Even though you stole my kill." She didn't understand if he was upset about that or not.

She's really never known anyone who's that warm, actual. Not since her brother. "So what are we doing today?"

"Well, first breakfast. Then I gotta see if we can get you something else to wear." She could almost tell the shadow that's always with him was doing things.

Was he actually going to spend money on me? I don't get it. I cost him money.

He reached out his hand. For that moment, she actually thought this might be where things could be ok. "You look like you're overthinking. Just take my hand. Nothing is gonna hurt you when you're with me, kid."

I actually want to believe that.

She sighed as she grabbed it. "Ok, but I have one question?"

"What is it, kid?" Seeker asked.

"Is the demon with you just gonna stay with you, or should I just take them later?"

That question almost made Seeker topple over, wheezing. She could tell the demon was always around him. It just formed almost like a shadow. Suppose that was a skill that would have been useful if a church wanted her.

Not like she would trust the church or the system ever again.

(5 years later.)

Zes wakes from the dream with almost a sad nostalgia. The empty pit in her stomach was still there. At least it was a dream about better times. The fox was asleep at the foot of her bed.

Her own demon that she made a deal with. He was great at helping her still keep this place since what happened with her dad.

I still don't know if I should be mad or just sad. I said I was gonna find a way to see him again. Even if it meant going to hell early. Knelt has already made things a little harder since I have to live a full life with our deal. Not like I would be in heaven anyway.

"I miss you every day, Dad." She whispered to the photo she had on her dresser. She wanted to be mad that he died when he promised things would be ok. Just...she would like him back more than anything else.

A few tears came out as she went back to try to sleep.