#mike mignola hellboy

[artist-assassin]

he wraps his tail around things when he sleeps im going to explode

[hellboyslady]

This piece of Hellboy & Hillzanora together was done by a friend of mine, Jeff Weborn. Hope you all like it.

[alazywendigo]

Happy 20 years to the Hellboy films (sorry I know I'm late)

[odditycircus-2002]

Diyana Tells A Story

Two similar beings could be seen in the vanity's mirror: a mother and daughter. The latter appears to be a three-year-old but is, in fact, only one year old. This fact isn't unusual for the pair as they're not quite human. While they could pass off as one from a distance and even up close, especially if the Mother wanted to with some magic, it's obvious to anyone with functioning eyes that they're not humans. For one, both of them had animal ears, with the mother possessing a black pair resembling either a hare's or a donkey's with fuzzy blue-gray tips; the daughter's own resembled a goat's or a lamb's but with brown-red fur instead. The pair had horns, tails, and rabbit feet, with the mother having longer horns curled like a ram's, a black tail with sleek gray-blue fur at the end, and moth-like wings currently not on display; the daughter's horns were barely visible bumps in her dark fuzzy hair, her tail also was a shade of brown-red like her ears ending with a tuff of fuzzy black fur. The mother, Diyana, was undoing Celeste's pigtails for the day as the child pleaded with her mother.

"Pleeaaaase Mama? Can't I just stay up a bit longer? I'm not even tired!"

Diyana raises her eyebrows when she catches her offspring trying to suppress a yawn and hide it badly in her nightgown.

"Mmmhhh... Nah."

"Awwww..."

Celeste's goat-like ears droop in disappointment as her mother brushes her thick hair to make it less wild-looking after a full day of playing in the fields. Not liking to see her baby downtrodden, Diyana decides to come to a compromise.

"But, I will read ya a story."

"Really?"

Diyana nods in confirmation. Celeste gives a broad smile, showing off her little fangs. Her mama is always so busy most nights and days that a bedtime story from her mother rather than her nanny is always a treat!

"YIPPIE!"

As if someone had flipped a switch, the young girl ran to her bed and jumped on it while all four of her fluffy wings fluttered behind her. Diyana let Celeste have her fun as she walked out of the room to retrieve an old tome she had in mind.

"Your teeth better be brushed by the time I come back!"

"Aye, Mama!"

Celeste then launches off her bed, opening her wings to slow down her fall before clumsily landing on the ground. By the time Celeste finished and made herself cozy in bed, Diyana returned to the room to sit in the armchair by her bed.

"Ya comfy?"

"Ya- No, wait!"

Celeste looks around her bed before finding her green bunny plushie lovingly deemed, Mr Fluffles, to bring under the covers with her. She then starts to pat and paw at her duvet sheets, doing the same with her pillows and settling back into her bed.

"Comfy now."

Diyana gives Celeste a fond smile before opening the tome, which looks ancient with its cover cracked and smells of old leather. Yet, this doesn't surprise Celeste. Her mama loves to read really old books with no pretty covers or pictures like the ones her nana reads. Then, her mama clears her throat and starts to read.

"Long, Long, Long ago, when there was nothing, the self-creation of the power called God appeared seemingly out of nowhere in a void of Darkness. This being, filled with the desire to create, would give birth to tens of hundreds and thousands of hundreds to spirits that glowed with the power of the stars."

Diyana then waves her right hand above Celeste to use some of her illusion to create glowing sparkles resembling stars. They rain down on her daughter, causing her to giggle as she tries to grab some, even as they disappear from her hands. Diyana then closed her free hand into a fist, unfurling it to reveal a small globe resembling Earth surrounded by the same sparkles.

" These spirits would be known as the Watchers. For they were tasked by their creator to watch over the newly born Earth. Eventually, one of the Watchers, named Anum, decided to raise his right hand,"

Diyana closes her fist once again. Celeste watches intently as her mother reaches into the air before turning her hand over, pulling out her lighter from seemingly thin air, and lighting a flame in the child's golden eyes. Celeste had her father's eyes, yellow like hers but without any visible pupils, cat-like or otherwise.

"And steal a tiny bit of God's fire, or as they called it, Vril. Using this fire and the Earth's mud, Anum fashioned a great seven-headed dragon named the Ogdru Jahad. Wanting a chance of creating like their god, The Watchers then gathered around the, yet not born, beast and set their seals upon in. The stolen fire was put into it..."

Diyana then snapped her lighter closed.

"It still had no life. Until night fell, when the Darkness of the void filled the dragon completely and caused it to birth the first living creatures on Earth. Its terrible brood of 369, Ogdru Hem."

Celeste felt a shiver go down her spine at how her mother spat out the last words. The girl's mind then filled with images of giant, terrible dragons—cold and slimy like the ones on TV, with huge fangs and long claws—that kidnapped princesses, burned villages with their fire breath, and hoarded gold. Diyana knew them to be far worse than her daughter could imagine.

"The Watchers were so horrified and disgusted by what they helped make that they went to war against these ungodly beings. They rained lightning upon the whole surface of the Earth until only their original creation, the Ogdru Jahad, remained. So then Anum, the Watcher that dared to create them using the fire of his creator, raised his hand one last time to imprison the monstrous dragon in crystal and hurl them into the abyss,"

"That's good, right, mama?"

Diyana looks up from her book to shake her head at her daughter.

"It wasn't as simple as that, Firefly. You see, the other Watchers blamed Anum because they feared him for everything he'd done and what his actions had led to. They used the same power to fight the Odgru Jahad and its hundreds of offspring, striking him down and destroying all that remained of him, save for his right hand—the same hand he used to create, only for his said creation to do nothing but destroy everything."

Diyana would then use her right hand to create more of those glowing yellow sparkles she made initially.

"Their Creator looked down upon them in fury at what happened, angry that the Watchers botched their one job so badly. As punishment, they were taken up in a whirlwind and cast down into the pits of Hell, while others were stranded on the Earth to breed monsters. Monsters like the ones they helped initially create."

As Diyana spoke, she caused the sparkles to spin around to simulate a whirlwind, changing some of them red and blue, and throwing them on Celeste's bed near her feet."

"However, of the original spirits, a good number of the lesser ones were given form by God and took up residence as the first humans. While others, who were not seen as good enough to be saved nor bad enough to be lost, would become the Tuatha De Danann, People of the Goddess Danu. Faerie royalty and ancestors to all faeries, such as us."

Diyana finally closed the tome, looking over to find Celeste deep asleep and with Mr. Fuffles held tightly against her. The mother gave the slumbering child a loving smile, and her heart melted at the sight. Diyana then crouched down to give Celeste a peck on her forehead as she ran a hand over her head.

"Oíche mhaith, mo aingeal."

Diyana then turned off Celeste's beside lamp but left her bunny nightlight on. She then left her daughter's room, silently closing the door. Diyana then headed into her office and its hidden passage down into her lab to put the old tome back in its hiding spot amongst the shelves of many books like it.

"Oíche mhaith, mo Aingeal."- Meaning, "Goodnight, my Angel."

A/N: I was rewatching Hellboy II: The Golden Army and was inspired by the opening scene in the moving to write this down. I hope you like this guys even if there's no real context behind it, yet. I will say though, that Diyana did more or less steal this lore and yes all of that lore is from the Omnibus, "Hellboy: Stranger Places". Also note, I do NOT own Hellboy nor any of Mike Mignola's works. Stay weird, my fellow humans.

[odditycircus-2002]

I love Big Brother Red😁😁😁😁

OH. OH I'VE BEEN EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED.....

[bajingo]

Ghoul Boy

[lesansnom]

Damien Lavey et son oncle méga cool : Hellboy !!

Il avait commencer à se couper les cornes pour faire comme tonton avant de se prendre une giga raclée des darons

J'ai sûrement trop joué à Monster Prom ces derniers jour mais je veux battre ce putain de soleil !!

[ca-tsuka]

"Hell, Ink & Water: The Art of Mike Mignola" artbook is now available.

The catalog of the first ever gallery exhibition of the artist, featuring original Hellboy covers, pencil sketches, comic pages, illustrations, never before seen watercolor paintings, etc.

[hellboyslady]

So can see Hellboy and Hillzanora like this. As they done things like this many time after all 😆.

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 13: Hellboy (Pumpkin Spice)

Friday the 13 in October no less! Happy 13th of Fictober besties as always I hope you've all been enjoying these fics especially this weeks smutty fics and I hope your excited for more festivities in the next couple weeks of Fictober.

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut, Spice and everything nice. No specific pronouns or descriptions are used though the reader does work as an exotic dancer.

"You said you were ok with it! you knew what I did for work before we got together Red. Why the hell is it a problem now?" You slammed open the door to your dressing room as he followed behind you into the room.

Red had just recently got back from a mission and had come to see you at the club you worked as a dancer at. Something he always did when he got back except this time he had a stick up his ass.

"Well yeah things change toots, Especially when I show up and see all these other men drooling over you" You rolled your eyes.

"Red I tell you all the time, those guys don't matter. I just need their money you're the only one that matters to me" You understood he was jealous but you didn't understand what his issue was.

You watched as he huffed some more and briefly paced the room before sitting on the old faux leather couch you had put in the corner specifically for him to come and visit you at the club. You went and sat next to him, forgetting that you had come back to your dressing room to changed out of your skimpy attire and into street clothes.

"What's wrong red? I can't fix anything if you don't talk to me" You ran your hand up and down his arm trying to coax him to talk.

"All those men out there that aren't well ya know" He said softly

"They aren't want honey?"

"They aren't like me, their normal" He said. You're heart broke.

"Baby, You are normal, You're my normal. You're everything I could've ever hoped to find in a man. I don't care about all those rich dicks out there. The only man in the entire world I care about is you."

You watched as Hellboy processed your words, His face not giving anything away quite yet as he thought for a moment. Your eyes met his and you offered him a smile he couldn't help but to grin himself before looking away bashfully.

"You mean it?" He asked almost a playful tone to his voice.

"Of course I do. I fucking love you, plus no one can handle me like you can baby" You moved into his laps running your hands up and down his chest as you lost yourself into his eyes.

"Hey I'm sorry baby I uh, I guess I just got into my own head again" He told you, wrapping his giant arms around your waist.

"It's ok my love, I understand" You told him, pressing kisses to his face then his lips.

Your arms went around his neck as he took over the kiss. You pulled away a bit so he could fully take in your outfit choice for the night, It was a barley there number with accents in a particular color that resembled your demon boyfriend.

"Do you like my outfit baby?" You asked him playfully. He grinned.

"Course I do, red looks real good on you ya know" You both laughed.

"Ya know I'm kinda partial to red myself" His hands moved up to the zipper in the back of the outfit to take it off of you.

"Really? and why's that?"

"I don't know honestly, I've just always really liked it" He moved the fabric down your body as you started running your hands down his again.

He let the fabric drop to the floor when he finally had it completely off you, His hands made their way back to your waist working their way up to your chest as he slid his fingers over your nipples as he took in your bare form. It wasn't anything new to him obviously but he always liked to take you in like a fine art painting that he was seeing for the first time.

"You know Red I'm feeling a bit underdressed here" You said nodding to the fact that he was still fully clothed. He smirked at you and allowed you to work his shirt over his head before unbuckling his pants.

Once his pants were down, His cock sprang free smacking against his stomach. Precum already leaking out of the top of it before you had even touched anything.

You took his cock into your hand giving it a few strokes before guiding it to your entrance. He pushed into you slowly as always giving you time to adjust to his size as obviously his dick much like everything else about him is huge. Once you had adjusted to his size you gave him the go ahead by beginning to slowly bounce up and down.

He chucked at your eagerness before thrusting hard up into you before you could come back down on top of him. You gasped at the feeling of him all the way inside you, you reveled in how full he always made you feel. Your eyes rolling back into your head as you stopped for a minute just to feel him completely.

Hellboy made no move to continue to thrust so you could tell he liked the feeling of being inside you too. You put your hands behind your legs onto to his knees allowing yourself to lean back for a new angle.

"Red please, Fuck me" You pleaded breathlessly.

"What good manners you have for daddy huh?" He teased before fulfilling exactly what you wanted.

You could feel as your mixing juices were sliding down your thighs making both your laps a mess. The only sound echoing through the room other then your moans and his grunts was the slapping of skin on skin as he fucked up into you making a mess of the both of you.

He brought a giant hand up to gently wrap it around your neck. Using this as leverage he began slamming you onto his cock by your neck, his other hand holding you behind your back to keep you steady.

"Red I- I can't It's, It's" You gasped out grabbing at his chest, He made no move to stop though.

"Nah Baby, I know you can take it and you're going to take it" He commanded.

Your legs fell even more open, if that was even possible, at his words and the only words able to come from your mouth after that were incoherent mumbles in-between your moans.

You felt your walls begin to tighten as he leaned over to kiss and suck on your neck, leaving love bites as he went to further mark you as his. Suddenly here your orgasm was, You cried out as you could feel yourself wrap around his cock as he also came inside you. Your juices mixing together and making an even bigger mess.

Once you both had came he took you gently off his lap and laid you on the couch next to him as you both caught your breath.

"Hey baby you with me?" He asked, taking a cigar out of his discarded coat pocket and lighting it before taking a hand and gently rubbing your back. Wary of your ability to speak your nodded at him and he smiled.

"I'm fine Red, You just wear me out" You gave a soft laugh.

"You think your gonna be ok to walk out of here back to the apartment?" He asked, but something told you he already knew the answer.

"Probably not, You gonna be up to carry me?" You asked, knowing full well nothing stroked his ego more then having to carry you after he fucked you.

"Babydoll nothing would bring me more pleasure then carrying my baby home" Your eyes met his as you both grinned at each other like love sick fools.

Something told you Hellboy was never gonna have to worry about old rich dickheads ever again.

[suethesocks]

you know what. fuck you

girlifies your hellboy

[dead-west-podcast]

An excerpt from HELLBOY IN HELL The Three Gold Whips Story and Art by Mike Mignola Colors by Dave Stewart. Character one (an elderly looking man), "It's an Endless Parade of Horrors." Hellboy in response, "Pretty Much."

[artist-assassin]

i just love him so much

[hellboyslady]

Hellboy x Hillzanora by a dear friend of mine! His work is amazing! Well worth the wait and $$$!

More work of Hellboy & Hillzanora from this artist coming soon, so stay tuned in.

[alazywendigo]

Hellboy Halloween Doodle 🎃

[theartingace]

back when I first started interacting with the Malevolent fandom someone mentioned using Mike Mignola/Hellboy's style to illustrate malevolent and it stuck in my head and after finally trying it..

I'm OBSESSED.

[soranatus]

Comic crossovers that should happen (1/?): ↳ Hellblazer & Hellboy 

Conman, bullshit wizard, petty dabbler of the Dark Arts… Beast of the apocalypse, big red man, one hell of a superhero…