#pinhead hellraiser

[frankenfreaky]

OLD ART ALERT LOL

based off a tumblr post i lost the link to u have to trust me

[certifieddragonenjoyer]

just had a Pinhead match where at one point he had me on hook, two of us slugged and Nea in chase. I was sure it was over but then he went to pick someone up, Nea was able to prevent a chain hunt and get everyone back into play (i was seconds away from dying on hook when she got me down), we finished gens with everyone on death hook and even the killer was so impressed he downed me at gate and nodded and let me go. Plunged to the depths of despair only to be brought up to the sweetest of victories. It's what he would want

[thomaszzen]

WHY HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S ABOUT TO CRY.

[thomaszzen]

An angelic view.

Honestly this photo makes him look so pretty and delicate... I don't think I could capture completely his likeness but I'm happy enough with it!

Reference below :)

He looks so beautiful here like wtf 😭

[eldritch-fleshlight]

I made some SpongeBob title cards with Hellraiser quotes

[thomaszzen]

Temptation.

[oozebrain]

Another beautiful day at the Clown Cafe. Business was booming, tips were good, and Art had fallen into the steady rhythme of the espresso machine. He and his coworker, Pinhead, were the only two holding down the fort today. Art had moseyed over to register while his better half worked the bars.

The bell tinkled and Art looked up with a smile at the woman entering the cafe. She seemed unassuming enough, perhaps even knowing what she wanted without a five hour long explanation. He waved at her kindly and she smiled in return, "Hello there. One small coffee, please. I'm just a plane Jane who loves back coffee."

Art nodded and rang her up for a black coffee, holding his hand out expecting the payment. She shook her head, "I'm not one of those types who likes fancy bougie coffee, I'm just a plain Jane. I only drink it black. What syrups do you have to choose from?"

The whiplash of her statement hit him and his eyes widened involuntarily. Wordlessly, he motioned to the board beside him that hosted over forty different flavors. She scanned them a moment, "Do you have anything sugar free?"

"The drinks with the star next to them are sugar free, ma'am." Came Pinhead from the espresso bar. Art was grateful for his assistance; the chatty customers were his bane. She didn't acknowledge Pinhead and merely continued to scan the board before looking back to Art.

"I want three pumps of sugar free mocha, three pumps of sugar free raspberry, three pumps of sugar free strawberry, and a scoop and a half of sugar."

Art paused as he was ringing up the order and looked back to Pinhead, who merely stood stoic as the crumb of life he had remaining left his body. The woman continued, "Now I need it to be totally sugar free. Those syrups are sugar free, right?"

Art nodded hesitantly. Pinhead spoke up, "Ma'am, our sugar scoop is a quarter cup, not the typical teaspoon."

"Oh in that case make it two scoops of sugar, I like it really sweet. I'm just a plain Jane who loves black drip coffee." She laughed and opened her purse, "How much do I owe you, sweetheart?"

Art turned the screen around so it boasted the hefty $7 price tag. She shook her head, "No that can't be right, I just got a small drip coffee."

"With nine pumps of various flavors." Pinhead interjected as he worked on the diabolical drink.

"That's not fair I ordered a black drip coffee I demand to be charged the price on your sign." She pointed above Art's head, "It says right there $2.75 for a small."

"We are actually cutting you a deal. Would you prefer for it to be the actual price of $11? That can be arranged." Pinhead sat the cup in front of her. Before even paying she took a greedy swig from the cup and shook her head.

"This isn't sugar free, I told you I need it to be sugar free." She took the lid off and peered down in the murky cup as though it would give her the answers she so desperately sought, "I want this remade the correct way."

Both Art and Pinhead remained stoic before the cenobite took the cup and poured it out in the sink, the undissolved sugar crystals clumping with the mocha sauce; there had been so much syrup and so little coffee he wasn't able to blend everything homogenously.

Art watched as the customer stared Pinhead down like a hawk, watching him pump every syrup from their designated area, She added, "And make sure my sugar is dissolved this time."

Pinhead shot her a look from the corner of his eye and boldly put the cup under the hot water tap. Her eyes bugged with outrage as she watched the sight unfold. She couldn't help but speak up again, this time shrill, "No! That will water it down! Who puts water in coffee?!"

"That's what an Americano is ma'am, relax." Pinhead brushed her off as he stirred the heaping pile of sugar, "It won't affect the taste."

"Bullshit it won't. What kind of coffee shop is this? I just want my small black drip coffee!"

"Yes. I’m aware. Your small drip coffee where half of the cup is sugar and the other half is chemicals, with a splash of coffee." Pinhead sat the coffee in front of her, motioning for her to try it.

She obliged and then shook her head again, "It's too sweet, remake it correctly this time."

There was silence. She looked between the pair of them, holding her hands out at her sides with her palms up in exasperation. Then, without warning, chains came from the ceiling, walls, and floor, stringing her up and pulling her apart into a million pieces. It was a beautiful sight for the pair of them. Pinhead lowered his hand then looked to Art apologetically, "We both knew it had to be done."

Art nodded sympathetically then offered his coworker a thumbs up with a beaming smile. Problem solved! Art couldn't help but offer Pinhead a round of applause and the cenobite remained stoic, though he appeared touched, "Don't thank me, it's all in a day's work, my friend."

[thomaszzen]

Bunch of freaks (and Robert Englund lol)