#tw: hell

[allfunniesandgames]

Pure Evil

[sam-is-moths]

I love the varied responses to my game show meme, ranging from "haha it's c" to "this is Hell on Earth </3" I appreciate you all.

[midshines]

Tw: Rant from an angry Christian on Hell. I don’t believe in Hell. I'm ranting about people who use it for power. If you have religious trauma, or just feel uncomfortable with the topic, please skip.

Every day I get angry with other Christians who constantly preach about hell. But, in most cases, I can't stay mad. Most are mislead by people in powerful positions who want to keep fear alive in the religion. They won't speak out because they are afraid of a fiery pit that does not exist.

He'll isn't real. When Jesus refers to hell, he is referring to Gehenna, a place on Earth, where people were burned. He is literally referring to hell on Earth. Jesus saves us from death, simple nonexistence. It breaks my heart that people were threatened with something that doesn't exist and now have been scarred by religion.

The church, as it is now, is not a church, and has not been since Jesus was here. Pastors who know the scripture, but still preach falsely make my blood boil. May God have mercy on us all.

Also, while I'm making other Christians mad:

God doesn't hate. Period.

LGBT+ is not a sin.

Being hateful in any way, even towards *gasp* I other religions is a sin.

You can't condemn others.

I'm not accusitng you of these things I am stating what our religion of love is meant to teach. Somehow, we have lost the love. I love my misguided siblings, and am trying to love the hateful (not their actions). That is how we be more like Christ.

Goodnight. I'm done.

[mentallyoverthere]

So a rant no one asked for:

The voice (Sasha) has been really bad the last few days. She says she's a demon and all the ways she's going to torment me in Hell. And I know that's not true. I get that. But it's really REALLY creepy. And I think I'm calling into work tomorrow, because I was already leaving in the afternoon for my COVID shot and I asked for a special appointment with my therapist. She can only do the morning tomorrow. Obviously I can't leave in the morning and the afternoon. But I can't just call off whenever voices are bad. I told myself I was going to do better at this job since it was less stress and I'll stop being a lazy undisciplined person who misses work whenever they're the slightest bit triggered. And I GET that I'm being meaner to me than I've ever been to any of my friends or even my enemies but I still really hate myself for not being able to handle it like a fucking grown up. I can't just miss work because I'm having a bad day, yet here I am trying to figure out to call in.

[bitchy-marvel-dude]

At the church i used to go to the parents literally gave the church permission to lock their children in red painted, hot wooden boxes and let them shake the box around and make horrifying noises to ‘give them a slight idea of what Hell will be life’ and honestly its times like these I’m glad I’m an atheist. 

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@storieswrittcn || Sabrina

A small smile crosses Sabrina’s features when he mentions being friends. Could they be just friends? She’d managed to with Harvey so maybe she could with Nick too, even if it hurts now. Maybe the pain will FADE AWAY later.

“Friends.” She confirms with a slight nod of her head. He’s walking on eggshells around her and Sabrina HATES IT, she hates it so much. He doesn’t need to tiptoe around her, never around her. “Yes but, Nick, I’m not my father. I’m not this....evil thing. I’m changing things - making things better.” 

On his skull-made throne, surrounded by demons and hell-dogs, his torturer had once sat. On his pain-filled throne, surrounded by the screams of the tortured and the sinners, Lucifer had once appeared. And now Sabrina, the person he’d sacrificed his sanity for, had decided that choosing the said throne had been a good idea. That taking this throne had amounted to nothing bad. Almost as if she hadn’t just embraced the atrocities of her father. Almost as if she hadn’t taken up his cause.

“Of course.” A forced smile formed on the male’s lips. Evil thing. The Sabrina, he’d fallen for had been nothing evil indeed. She’d been a hero, a rebel and a good  person. She was not THAT Sabrina, though. Not anymore. For the girl that was standing right in front of him now was merely a  vessel. A  cruel reminder of the past. Of the good old times -the simpler times-. “Anyway…. I had this conversation with a relative of mine. Told me that my nightmares would get better if I visited that place.” Hell.

[ofvirgins]

( lana condor, 19, she/her ) welcome to san francisco, NANCY FITZGERALD. rumor has it they are a HUMAN, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine ROSARY BEADS, FRESH FLOWERS, WHITE LACE.

when i was little, i would come home from church and talk about the devil. my parents would tell me to stop being so literal. i guess i showed them, huh?

nancy fitzgerald was a devout catholic, raised in the church and never-faltering in her beliefs. she carried rosary beads in her pockets and wore a crucifix, and her bible was so well-used that the pages were worn through. beyond that, nancy was a good person. she spent her saturdays at soup kitchens and her evenings at her local cat shelter, and was never the one to leave someone she found on the street without a blanket and some warm food in their belly. nancy was soft-spoken with a shy smile, a gentle soul at its absolute finest. she was nineteen-years-old with her first and only meeting with the winchester brothers. she was a secretary for her local police department, and sam and dean were brought into the station in shackles. she was told be weary of them, that the crimes they’d committed were heinous at best. it was an fbi case, something that their quiet town rarely saw; the majority of the people brought into their custody were drunks or petty theft. nancy watched them with fearful eyes at first, deciding to pray for them and pray for their quick release into fbi custody. of course, as we know, this did not happen. demons began to come for the police department, starting with the fbi agent that brought the boys into custody.  soft as she was, nancy brought the injured winchester brother a towel for his gunshot wound, and before long holy water was made using her stolen rosary beads and toilet water. she watched the boys exorcise the demon with awe in her eyes and in her heart, suddenly glad for their presence at the station. she patched dean’s wounds, and learned that all of her childhood fears were a reality. the beasts described in the bible were true, demons with black eyes meant to torment and torture under the guidance of the devil himself. she’d always feared the devil and his minions after learning of them in church and in her readings of the bible, though her parents had told her she was taking things too literally. to calm her anxious mind, her parents had told her that demons and devils were bad people sent to tempt her away from her faith. if only they’d been right, as nancy was set to face her fears this night. the demons were relentless in their siege, and a demon named ruby was allowed through the wardings by the brothers. she had a spell that required a sacrifice, a virgin sacrifice at that, and nancy was the only one who fit that criteria. though fearful, nancy volunteered herself to be sacrificed for the good of the people around her, and the good of the town. one death versus many...it was an easy decision, when looked at that way. despite her fear, nancy knew that god would not fail her, and that he would be thankful for her sacrifice. however, another plan was devised to trap the demons inside and exorcise them over the speaker system of the station. miraculously, it worked - nancy liked to think it was a miracle. she vowed to begin to live her life in the best way she could, and while be thankful to god for his love and mercy, do what she wanted with her life rather than follow his word so closely (namely the sex thing, she was definitely going to be having sex). unfortunately, nancy would never be given that chance. lilith appeared shortly after the brothers left the station, killing everyone inside and taking them to hell. nancy was dragged to hell and tormented by lilith herself for quite some time before this task was passed along to other demons. she was tortured for her faith, for her love of all that was light and holy. nancy was flayed, the skin continually ripped from her body, for all of eternity. she never stopped screaming. but then somehow, nancy was awake again. the world was cold compared to hell, though otherwise it was as though she had never left. nancy found herself bound to san francisco of all places, body unscarred despite the constant torture she had endured. she was alive, breathing, truly back on earth. was this another miracle? was this god finally saving her, finally rewarding her for all the suffering she had done in his name? she was not as sure anymore in her faith, even in god’s existence. after so much torment, how could she believe? but if there was a hell, why would there not be a heaven? if there was a heaven, why had her god abandoned her? nancy swore her voice was still hoarse for screaming for what had been a millennia for her; a timeless loop of pain and torture and tears. and now on earth, she was having trouble putting things together. more importantly, there were blank spots in her memory that she could not explain. was that a trauma inflicted by hell? only time would tell. but one thing was certain: nancy would not be taking this second chance for granted, and she would be living this time. ---- nancy has developed a split personality due to the torture inflicted upon her in hell. it was her coping mechanism, a way to try to turn off the pain she’d been in constantly. this personality is nearly the opposite of what nancy is. nancy is kind, anxious, goofy and awkward. the split is confident, cruel and manipulative. nancy is unaware of this split, but the split is aware of nancy. and the split wants to become the dominant personality.

more tba eventually this is wip

[multimuse-rp-archived]

CROWLEY

Crowley is the King of Hell. He is a demon. After taking charge of Hell, Crowley transformed it into place where torture is exemplified by endless queuing in line. He is not a Lucifer loyalist. Crowley is shown to possess a refined skill with telekinesis and is particularly powerful for a run-of-the-mill demon, though he is discreet about displaying his abilities. He also controls and owns a hellhound that is notably larger (standing or sitting at about 5 feet tall) and more aggressive than others. He is fluent in Enochian, and he is very powerful.

Age: 230-356

Sexuality: Pansexual with a slight preference for men

Fandom: Supernatural

FC: Mark Sheppard