#disco domes

[laurenfoxmakesthings]

*I literally cannot get to sleep unless I write this*

What was the queer scene like in Arcadia?!

Seriously, what was it?! What did the subculture develop into? How were queer meet-ups done? Not only was it stuck in time, but also on TV since the seventies?! Did viewers push for more rep while those wanting Arcadia-born citizens to be free were like 'Priorities! Maybe we should push for them to be let out rather than being out in a human zoo to an audience they don't even know'. And then discourse because of course.

I mean, I kinda think that while aesthetics remained '70s, women's rights and civil rights would've progressed in Arcadia just for the sake of keeping up with the audience's standards. To be a safe version of the '70s and not one that would piss viewers off. But queer rep is still having trouble being seen as 'appropriate' today, and so would queer rights have progressed in Arcadia?

These are the questions, people!

[kazuhearted]

genshin was meant to be like disco elysium but god woke up confused that day and made it a gacha live service

god if i had the skill i would make one of those fake screenshot fanarts that people do, recreating a scene in the style of disco elysium. but specifically about that Childe lore story about the civilization growing at the base of a tree.

[isis-nicole]

my life in tokyo, getting pampered at DISCO nail then watching my son and husband play at asobono.

[moyurukoda]

If I see a morally grey, self destructive, pathetic middle aged man I will put him in my brain and make him my entire personality. Every goddamn time

[jumpandmove]

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[networksatelliteradioshow]

INMYRADIO NEW OFFICIAL HOMEPAGE

INMYRADIO NEW OFFICIAL HOMEPAGE Una grande notizia per i nostri ascoltatori e per tutti coloro che hanno amato la leggendaria Radio Italia Network. Da oggi, 28 Luglio 2023, il Progetto InMyradio che onora la memoria di quella Radio, ha una nuova casa, con ben quattro canali audio tematici in streaming attivi 24/7. E’ solo l’inizio, perchè abbiamo in programma un sacco di sorprese che certamente…

[shencomix]

but what IS your music taste?

high energy + lyrical

hip hop, pop, weeb shit

very feminine OR very masculine, if that makes sense

metal & most rock has never done it for me though, unless it also has rap or pop elements. not hating on those genres, just not as into them

Ex: Ginger Root, Omniboi, Ehiorobo, Nelward, Bo En, Spellling, Mcbaise, Jamiroquai, just off the dome

Remembering now that I like funk and disco just a little too. Just a little hint of funk or disco y'know? Not too much. You don't need too much, it's like paprika, you just need a sprinkle.

[tuuwa]

[dazzlingkai]

Perfume x One Room Disco LIVE @ Tokyo Dome

[ragingtempests]

gale: i want it to be perfect! for us to make love as the gods do!

gale's idea of a perfect night: a disco dick light show featuring a dr. manhattan-esque orgy

damn. no wonder he's hung up on mystra. is that what they were doing in her pleasure domes or whatever the entire time?

he...hello?????????

i've just been thinking about this a lot because... idk. i think this scene is really cool and weird, but i also think it's more about gale feeling as if he doesn't need mystra to feel godliness (aka just feeling like he's worth something) while also using the weave (hello mystra) to do this. and in doing so, it's clear that he's kind of the dominating force in this act of passion. tav is there, but he's definitely the driver. he's kind of this kaleidoscope lover and tav is kind of the focal point.

and i know he also uses magic in the bed scene... but his physical form is, i'm assuming, real. astral projecting yourself? full on magic, so... mystra's kind of a third here. in the weave scene, you feel her. do they feel her here?

it's interesting. for my tav, i feel like, "i want the man, not the fantasy" is definitely her vibe... i am curious if there's a difference in endings if you push for godhood and romance him? i know if you don't romance him and he still wants godhood, he just leaves versus sticking around to see what the party does next. i've only seen the marriage romance ending personally which definitely feels like him stepping away from seeing his self-worth through his powers.

anywaysss. i just love this disco dick light show of a man.

[dlstmxkakwldrlarchive]

(article) ONEW of SHINee steps outside comfort zone

For Onew, who debuted as a member of the legendary K-pop boy group SHINee in 2008 at 18, buying tickets for public transportation while on a trip was something he had never done by himself until recently.

“I’ve never traveled by myself before visiting Vienna a few months ago. It was the first time that I made reservations for accommodations and bought train tickets by myself. That’s when it hit me that I was just a frog in the well, knowing nothing of the ocean. I wanted to explore the challenges outside of my nest, so I left SM Entertainment,” said Onew during a group interview in Seoul on Thursday.

In April, Onew signed with Griffin Entertainment for his solo artist activities while SM Entertainment continues to represent him as a member of SHINee.

His third solo EP, “Flow,” being released on Tuesday, is the first album with the new agency.

"The trip to Vienna inspired me to create this album. It was during this trip that I began to contemplate how to share happiness with others through music,” said Onew.

“Flow” is also the first album that Onew credited with producing. He took part in writing the lyrics to all six tracks in the EP.

“I overflow with happiness when I get to go to a concert of an artist that I like. I feel happy the moment I buy the concert ticket, when I am on my way to the show, and when I wonder what songs the artist will perform on stage. That’s why I wanted to fill this album with songs that everyone can easily sing along to and enjoy at a concert,” said Onew.

The new EP is led by the lead track, “Beat Drum,” an upbeat pop number with disco drum beats.

“The lead track tells listeners that every single person has their own charm. One gets to feel happy when others realize and love its charm that becomes one’s forte. I wanted to give that kind of happiness through this song,” explained the artist.

One thing Onew prioritized when signing with the new agency was that he got more opportunities to perform live on stage.

“I won’t be performing on TV music programs as I want to use that time to plan for my live shows to meet with as many people as possible. I’ve been putting a lot of effort into performing at outdoor music festivals because that’s where the audience is diverse. I want to use it as a chance to introduce my music to the general public and not just my fans,” said Onew.

Despite having embarked on his solo journey outside of SM Entertainment, Onew says he and the SHINee members have promised to prioritize group projects.

“Now that we are in different agencies, we are trying to work out our schedules for group projects. The good news is that we are likely to make a group comeback soon,” hinted Onew.

“The happiest moment as an artist in the past 16 years was when SHINee had its Tokyo Dome concert in 2018. Our teamwork at that time was amazing and all of us enjoyed that concert. I hope to relive that moment,” he said

(This article is now trending at #3 in the hot category)

[mybrainismelted]

Weekly Tag Wednesday!

Thanks for the tags @energievie @lingy910y and @creepkinginc !

Another set of completely random questions, brought to you this week by Evie!

Name: Kat

Age: Some kind of Nosho math

Location: Ontario, Canada

And now...

If you could hang out with any cartoon character, who would you choose and why? Oh gosh. Ummm.... Scooby Doo? Or maybe Scrappy. Yeah, let's go witih Scrappy Doo. You can't really go wrong, right? Talking dog, AND scooby snacks?

If you could bring back any fashion trend, what would it be? Answering this would probably require me to KNOW some fashion trends....

What sport would you compete in if you were in the Olympics? Does sitting in the stands eating popcorn count?

Which actor would you want to play you in the movie about your life? Meg Ryan

If you were the captain of a pirate ship, what would be the name of your ship? The Peacekeeper. Confusion to the enemies

If you could see one movie again for the first time, what would it be and why? The Lord of the Rings, I think

What’s one thing on your bucket list that you really want to do? Either the Giraffe Hotel or that place in Iceland were you stay under a glass-domed roof and watch the northern lights

If you could have any animal, real or imaginary, as a pet, what would it be and why? hmmm. Something big and cuddly.

If you could invent a holiday, what would it be, and how would people celebrate it? The "fuck it, I don't feel like working today" day. Floating holiday, one day per year that you get to just say "fuck it" and not work. Paid.

What’s the most interesting place you’ve ever visited in your country? The Rocky Mountains. Everything from gorgeous skylines to hidden gems of lakes

tags under the cut

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[accidental-king]

BURYING THE NOT QUITE DEAD: A DISCO ELYSIUM FANFIC

My take on the events after the game featuring a multi-fic HarryKim slowburn. I'm also just a sucker for case fics. This is just a snippet from Chapter 1 but I actually have several chapters written. I'll be posting them on AO3 eventually but I'd like to run it by some beta readers first. Feel free to DM me if you're interested!

SHIVERS - As the sun begins to lower over Jamrock, the dome of an old silk mill shines like brass in the golden light. It's not difficult to see a time in which masses of workers filed in and out of its entrances, and the motor lorries lined up along its western wing to collect their wares. Miles upon miles of lustrous textiles to be shipped across oceans and isolas to glide across the skin and furnishings of those few who can afford it. The Revacholiere will never be one of those people. 

The long and blocky building projects off of either side of the dome like a russet brick ladybird, splitting its chitinous hide and stretching its wings between half-demolished tenements and modern high rises alike. Its masonry tells tales of a time before the deathblow. A time when even the utilitarian still showed a thread of residual vanity in the form of granite steps, sharp stone arches, and molded concrete cornerstones. Original varve clay brick, brown like dried autumn leaves, sit in contrast to newer, coppery replacements, highlighting the scars of war and neglect in cracks, blotches and even an entire end of one wing. Always visible like a reality you can't unsee. 

ESPRIT DE CORPS - It has been a Police Precinct longer now than it was ever a Silk Mill but its old purpose still lingers in the bones of its columns, trusses, and long abandoned smoke stacks.

INLAND EMPIRE - It’s all that you have left.

What’s to the North?

What’s to the South?

What’s to the East?

What’s to the West?

What’s inside this building?

Shudder and blink

YOU - What’s to the North?

SHIVERS - A peninsula. A district left abandoned by its surrounding infrastructure. Bombed out ruins and mountains of shipping crates slowly turning red. The harbor has been locked up tight since shots rang out in the square. Blood and heavy fuel oil paint an old mosaic red and hang in the air like a fog that dares to challenge the sunlight. Motor lorries still sit abandoned in the circle, where you left them. A bookstore is no better now than your last visit, and a hostel is now empty of guests minus a few lucky souls who now grieve their lost brothers in the Union booth.

INLAND EMPIRE - It was your home for the past week.

CONCEPTUALIZATION - It is your birthplace. Born of a drug and drink deluge, on a floor covered in a lifetime of mistakes. 

YOU - And beyond that?

SHIVERS - An islet of crumbling concrete and steel. The wind whistles through water reeds and swathes of tiny white petals that push through the last spring snow. Ashes of a fire long gone out blow out into the sea to be swallowed like the memories of the cause that built it. Its only resident is gone now, taken away for medical treatment and for a prison sentence that will see him to his final days.

What’s to the North?

What’s to the South?

What’s to the East?

What’s to the West?

What’s inside this building?

Shudder and blink

YOU - What’s to the south?

SHIVERS - An apartment building. Mostly stone, though partially the ivy and wisteria that have done their part to claim it in an attempt to reach the heavens. They are a part of one another now; inseparable without either coming to ruin. Inside, a marriage has been strengthened thanks to an unusual discovery made by an unusual officer of the RCM. Husband and wife embrace as they look over the colorful image between them.

YOU - And beyond that?

SHIVERS - A wind whips down the long stretch of Boogie Street that barely contains the buildings and crowds on either side. Neon signs illuminate dark windows that are rattled by the music within. Lively chatter fills the air both inside and out. A young woman walks out with her lover in hand. She presses close to his side to fight against the chill of the spring air as her dark brunette curls whip about her face. The man flashes a charismatic smile and he pulls her in closer to lead her away to a shiny white lacquer motor carriage parked just off the main street. They each know something the other does not.

What’s to the North?

What’s to the south?

What’s to the East?

What’s to the West?

What’s inside this building?

Shudder and blink

YOU - What’s to the east?

SHIVERS - Seemingly endless blocks of brutalist apartment buildings that tower over the residences that survived the revolution 43 years ago. The whole district lies in a millennium old riverbed, leaving it forever in shadow of Jamrock to its west, the GRIH to its north, Grand Couron to its east. Grand Couron and the Old South district maintain their borders with two of La Delta’s canals. 

INLAND EMPIRE - A mark of constant probability. Everyone of Revachol West is just one bad couple of weeks away from moving to the Eminent Domain or the Burnt Out Quarter.

SHIVERS - Across the water, a woman in a satin robe sits with her elderly dog, surrounded by shining white marble as she peers out her 11th story window. The glass leaves the evening in an emerald tint. She would have the Eminent Domain wiped from the face of the Earth if it meant sparing her view. The canal and a financial cushion are all that separates her from the proles.

And beyond that?

SHIVERS - La rivière Espérance and Revachol East

What’s to the North?

What’s to the South?

What’s to the East?

What’s to the West?

What’s inside this building?

Shudder and blink

YOU - What’s to the West?

SHIVERS - A home you will never see again. Trees and underbrush devoured the old hospital and surrounding buildings of the Pox long before you even had a chance to remember it. Stray vagrants find their way through the bombed out ruins, shuffling past abandoned wire bed frames and rusted carts of broken tare. There is nothing left to be found here but a little bit of shelter from the wind. But the Valley of Dogs lurks nearby and most know never to stay unless they’re entirely out of options. This place will likely never be safe again.

What’s to the North?

What’s to the South?

What’s to the East?

What’s to the West?

What’s in this building?

Shudder and blink

YOU - What’s in this building?

SHIVERS - As day begins to fade and the lights begin to slowly begin to blink on across the city, multi-story factory windows will slowly transition from the concealing darkness to exposing illumination of what is no longer the East Insulindic Textiles Company. The loading docs have now become the motor pool for the 41st Precinct of the Revachol Citizens Militia. An old Coupris 40 whirs past a vehicle of a similar model and one of a decidedly newer model as it turns into the garage for the evening. Both MCs it passed do not belong to the 41st.

Inside the building proper, a stern looking man in a well tailored uniform walks toward the elevator at a brisk pace. His left breast is heavily decorated in medals and ribbons. One from the Suzerain, three from the Commune, most from the Moralist International. He bears the weight of the whole city on his shoulders but he carries it with an air of pride and authority. He’s heard tell of some strange happenings and without seeing it for himself, he’s not sure he believes it. 

Across the precinct, in the East wing, tucked into the far end of the first floor an eclectic group of men sit inside a dimly lit Lazareth. Three surround one in a way not too dissimilar from how the interviewee had been earlier in the day.

What’s to the North?

What’s to the South?

What’s to the East?

What’s to the West?

What’s in this building?

Shudder and blink

YOU - A violent shudder passes down your spine and you find yourself suddenly aware that you have been staring off into the ether for about 3 minutes. You are one with your body once more.

PRECINCT 41 - The Lazareth Office of Dr. Nix Gottlieb is small despite the size of the precinct that it maintains. Cabinets and shelves line just about every surface in some manner or capacity. And each and every surface was crammed packed with medical supplies, specimens, and piles upon piles of folders and textbooks. There isn’t much space to move, let alone work. The center of the room is dominated by a surgical table that is currently sporting a flimsy pad that serves as a cushion for your injured ass.

INLAND EMPIRE - This is the closest thing to private healthcare you’ve seen in years.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Your bullet riddled leg has already been looked over. You’d managed to pull your stitches and partially reopen the injury during your little jaunt about Martinaise and the islet.

PAIN THRESHOLD - You wish you’d been unconscious like the first time you got sewn up. Gottlieb is quick and efficient but he’s merciless in the empathy department. In other words, you cried. And your leg still hurts like a bitch.

EMPATHY - Kim radiated pride and relief behind his subdued expression when the doctor had complimented his work.

ESPRIT DE CORPS - [legendary: failure] He’s just glad it wasn’t worse.

NIX GOTTLIEB - The doctor is a bespeckled elderly man, dressed in civilian clothes, a dark, woven turtle neck covered by a brown blazer that stopped fitting him in the shoulders about 10 years ago. His forehead and brow are permanently creased by stress and a deep look of concentration. His brow deepens when you shake yourself out of the thought. “Welcome back, Detective.”

RHETORIC - That was sarcasm. He doesn’t care.

PERCEPTION [smell] - On his breath, mingled with the scent of Tioumoutiri cigarettes, you catch a whiff of peppermint schnapps.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - If we play our cards right, maybe he’ll share a belt.

VOLITION - We’ve been clean this week. Don’t fuck this up now.

NIX GOTTLIEB - He scratches at his wispy white hair and beard as he speaks over his shoulder at two other men. “And how long would you say these episodes tend to last?”

KIM KITSURAGI - Your partner of the last seven days looks between you and the blue notebook in his hands, occasionally flipping through its pages. He still stands in his field attire; Orange nylon bomber jacket zipped up to his collar, white crew shirt hidden beneath it, brown aviation mechanic pants tucked neatly into his black boots, and his brown leather driving gloves. 

KIM KITSURAGI - He thumbs over a couple of pages before answering, “Anywhere between a few seconds to several minutes. This… is one of his longer episodes.”

CONCEPTUALIZATION - Wait! Has he been taking notes on you?

LOGIC - [medium: Failure] Of course not. We’ve already established that this is his method of working through his thoughts. This is likely a method of recall for him.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - A lean blonde man in a tailored suit looks over you from where he stands, with fascination glittering in his hazel eyes. You saw a similar light when you spoke with him in front of the defunct Feld R&D when he spoke of their pre-revolution efforts. He was also one of the only ones in the fishing village who stood up for you against your partners onslaught of insults.

ESPRIT DE CORPS - This man is a special consultant taken onto the Major Crimes Unit in C-Wing. His well-traveled knowledge and personable demeanor has lent itself invaluably to the task force.

AUTHORITY - /Your/ task force.

INLAND EMPIRE - Not anymore. You’ll be lucky if they’ll even let you back into the field as a patrol officer, given the circumstances.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - “And what do you experience during these… lapses, Harry?”

HALF LIGHT - Don’t. This is a trap.

[RHETORIC - challenging] Explain the skill set

+1 Kim is here -1 Butcher doctor -1 This sounds insane

[VOLITION: legendary] “The city speaks to me sometimes.”

+1 Revelation in the church +1 She loves you -1 This sounds insane

[DRAMA - godly] Convince them your thoughts are normal (lie)

-1 Kim is here -1 Butcher doctor -1 You’re already insane

“A real shit show of internal monologue that drowns out the world around me.” [continue]

Really? Anything else?

YOU - Really? Anything else?

CONCEPTUALIZATION - Nope.

[RHETORIC - challenging] Explain the skill set

RHETORIC [challenging - Failure] What spills forth is a vomited spew of half finished sentences, aborted gestures, and some words you’re pretty sure you’re misusing. You throw in some apologies and self-depreciation for good measure like a dog half-heartedly trying to bury its own shit.

NIX GOTTLIEB - “Try again. But in Vacholian this time.” His arms cross and his fingers drum impatiently on his bicep.

[RHETORIC - challenging] Explain the skill set

[VOLITION - legendary] “The city speaks to me sometimes.”

+1 Revelation in the church +1 She loves you -3 This sounds insane

[DRAMA - godly] Convince them your thoughts are normal (lie)

-1 Kim is here -1 Butcher doctor -3 You’re already insane

“A real shit show of internal monologue that drowns out the world around me.” [continue]

Really? Anything else?

YOU - “Just a real shit show of an internal monologue that drowns out the world around me.”

KIM KITSURAGI - “It’s inconvenient at times, but he often comes through with concepts and ideas I never would have considered. Unorthodox as it may be, it was invaluable to the investigation.”

DRAMA - [Medium: Success] He means it, sire.

EMPATHY - He’s concerned about your well being, but he also doesn’t want to see you misrepresented in the eyes of these men.

+1 Morale

[love-everyone]

“Disco Garden quinoa bowl”.

Fluffy quinoa with homemade hummus, pink peppered avocado dome, spicy kimchi and an array of vibrant goodies. A squeezing of fresh citrus to finish.

[xxscarletlightxx]

Gluttony's Embrace: First Meeting, Day 1: 1/2

Word Count: 2,151

Ships: Loona × Bee-lzebub (HoneyMoon) + A little Vortex.

This is my first full Fanfic so constructive criticism is always welcome. :)

As she pulled up to the glowing gold mansion, Loona checked her phone. This must be the right address. Right? It fit the description Vortex had given: a huge mansion, surrounded by palm trees and a crowd of people. The seemingly endless sunlight reflected off the hundreds of hexagonal segments that made up basically every glass amenity, including the ginormous dome that served as the main party space. The parts that weren't glass were pristine white marble, encircling the dome in three rings.

Loona texted Vortex on her phone, “Hey I'm here where are u?”

“Hey! Loona! Over here!” Her head shot up as she looked around for the owner of the voice. A shadow suddenly loomed over her. She spun around, panic jolting through her veins.

“Shit! Vortex, don't sneak up on me like that.” She sighed, relaxing slightly.

“Sorry, Loon.” Loona looked up to meet Vortex’s eye, the one that wasn't blinded. He stood above the crowd of hell hounds, his hulking frame looming over anyone he talked to, his jet-black fur contrasting with the pastels and party colors of the hounds around him. Vortex grinned apologetically, and Loona returned an awkward smile.

“T-thanks for the invite,” she said, averting her gaze while nervously tucking her hair behind her ear and blushing

Vortex led Loona inside, nodding at the bouncers who promptly stepped aside, allowing them through.

“One sec, let me get us some drinks.” Vortex smiled while retreating into the crowd.

“Okay… good luck!” Loona yelled after him, and then immediately cringed. Good luck? Ugh, it's going to be so awkward when he gets back. Her ears drooped slightly.

Suddenly, the crowd behind her started cheering wildly. Loona spun around, her eyes widening as the lights dimmed. A giant disco ball descended from the ceiling, casting colorful beams of light around the room.

“Heyyyy, bitches!! Who's up to par-ty to-night!?” a voice called down from the disco ball.

A figure dropped from the disco ball, twirling gracefully through the air. Loona’s jaw dropped slightly as she recognized the figure as a hellhound. They flew through three floating rings made of some golden liquid. As Loona studied them, she noticed they had a small pair of insect wings on their back, along with two pairs of arms. An insect-hellhound hybrid, then? The demon did a loop-de-loop around the disco ball, followed by a steep dive, before landing with a flourish. The lights focused on her, allowing Loona to finally get a clear look.

The demon, a fox hellhound-insect hybrid, was pastel yellow with black fur on her legs and arms. She had huge ears with maroon markings on them and her face. Her eyes had long lashes with hot pink pupils. Her long hair and tail appeared to be made of honey, with a gradient of blue to gold to pink. The Hellhound was wearing a pink crop top and light pink booty shorts that revealed one of her most interesting features: her stomach appeared to be clear and filled with the same honey substance as her hair.

“Y'all ready to party with the Queen Bee of Glu-tto-ny? Come on!”

The Queen of Gluttony? Loona swore she had heard that name before. Oh,shit. That’s Bee-lzebub. She realized as Bee-lzebub jumped into the air, cheering and howling as she used her magic to conjure sweets and indulgences only possible in Hell. She flew around the room, enlarging food, even growing a fruit punch bowl into the size of a swimming pool.

At this point, Loona started to feel nervous. Where is Vortex? This wasn't what she had come for, she had come to hang out and shit. Not this. This wasn't her kind of party—actually, most parties weren't her kind of party—but this was too much. Her hands began to shake, and she covered her ears to block out the noise.

A comforting hand suddenly pressed down on her shoulder. She looked back to see Vortex, his face full of concern. In his other hand he held two red solo cups filled with a golden liquid.“You good, Loon?” he asked, studying her face.

Loona forced a smile. “Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I don't get out much, so this is a bit overwhelming for me.” Vortex looked at her with a puzzled expression but handed her a drink.

“Awooh! Vortex!” Vortex and Loona turned to see Bee-lzebub flying straight at them. Loona flinched as she stopped at the last second. “The party’s buzzin’ now!” Bee exclaimed, looking at Tex. “Fuck!” she shouted, dusting herself off. “I think I went a little too hard with the confetti this time. I have, like,” she waved her hands, materializing a mini rainbow, “a rainbow... in my vagina right now.”

Loona's jaw dropped slightly. This is the Queen of Gluttony? She was flabbergasted.

Beel-zebub abruptly turned her attention to Loona. “Oh, hey! Is this the adorable pup you told me about?”

“Excuse me?” Loona snarled defensively

“She's such a fuckin’ cutie!” Bee-lzebub flew around her causing Loona to spin dizzily in an effort to keep an eye on her. She laughed as Loona stumbled. “Where you been hiding girl?”

Loona glanced at Vortex who laughed along with Bee. Ugh This is so embarrassing, I'm making a fool of myself. Loona felt anger bubble up inside her. “Is there something funny**?**” She growled, grinding her teeth, her ears pinned against her head.

“No, no.” The Queen held up her hands in mock defensiveness, while smiling. “I’m just so high in all this tasty energy right now!” She flew upwards spinning around with her hands out, as if basking in the light and attention. Bee-lzebub’s attention suddenly snapped back to Loona, she dove stopping until her face was inches from Loona’s “Tex says you don't get out much,” before pulling back, she gestured around. “I hope this itty-bitty get together as a fun intro.”

Loona glanced behind The Queen as two hellhounds started aggressively making out. “Mm-hm.”

“I would have thrown a bigger one but Belphegor wouldn't let me break into her stash of party drugs.” The Queen put her hands on her hips and crossed the other pair, seemingly pouting. “Fucking lame! I usually steal them, but she changed the locks.”

“Heh. Anyway, yeah Bee, this is Loona. And, Loona, this is my girlfriend Bee.” Vortex stepped up putting an arm around Bee-lzebub.

“Nice to meet ya bitch!” Bee shot finger guns at Loona.

The realization hit Loona like a truck. “Oh, this is… she’s hot!” That's what you did with couples right? Compliment them?

Bee laughed “Ha! You didn't tell me she was hilarious!” She glanced back at Tex. When she turned back her Loona swore she saw a confused half smile, before quickly pulling back into the grin Bee had on at all times. “Like seriously, so funny! You don't care how freaky you come off and I think that's. Fuckin’. Beautiful.”

Loona forced a smile “Yeah…” She turned to leave.

Hey, you good? You're given’ off, like, not good vibes right now.” Bee spun her back around, trying to look her in the eye. Loona glanced at Vortex who was looking at her, concerned.

Loona felt rage flow like lava in her veins. Why was Bee acting like she knew what Loona was feeling? She had it all and Loona had nothing. She could never relate. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She brushed Bee’s arm off.

“You sure? I'm always here to talk if you wa–”

“DON'T FUCKING ACT LIKE YOU KNOW ME!!” Loona spun around, screaming at Bee. “You act like you know what I'm feeling but you could never relate to me! We are not alike!”

Bee-lzabub’s nostrils flared, she stepped towards Loona. “What's that supposed to mean? You got a problem with me sour cream?” Suddenly Bee-lzebub, who Loona was just looking down at, was taller than her. She was growing, her eyes turned fully red and the mark on her forehead that Loona had thought nothing of had opened up like an eye.

You wanna go? Let's fucking go! Loona thought, reflexively she glanced at Tex, he averted his gaze. Suddenly Loona was jolted to her senses. What was she doing embarrassing herself in front of all these people and probably getting herself killed? She made one last aggressive glance into Bee-lzebub's eyes before stepping down. “You're right, I’m sorry. I’ll leave.” She looked down and dejectedly stalked away.

Bee shrunk back down to her normal size. Glancing at Loona with something like regret before turning to Tex. “Sorry, sorry. I got a little spicy there.” She took one last glance at Loona, who leaned against a wall, staring into her drink. “Now come on, let's party!” She pulled Tex back into the crowd.

Loona glanced up at the crowd and saw an imp couple dancing together, their smiles genuine and carefree. The sight made jealousy bubble up in her. She averted her gaze to look instead upward, taking in the interior of the dome. It looked even more impressive than the exterior, with grand staircases lining the hall, a huge open bar in the middle, and multiple levels along the sides, resembling a beehive.

A great disco ball spun on the ceiling, connected by what looked like a stripper pole, casting colorful lights across the room. Loona sighed, looking down at her drink. Feeling out of place and sick, she tipped her cup, pouring the contents into the plant next to her.

“I hope you aren't wasting my good honey,” a voice suddenly remarked.

Loona started, righting the cup's angle and looking up. Bee-lzebub stood not ten feet from her.

“Come to yell at me more? Listen, I’m gonna leave in a few, so you can go back to partying—”

“I don't want you to leave.”

“What?” I took all the willpower in Loona not look shocked. She stared Queen Bee in the eyes; this was the same person she had tried to fight just minutes ago. But when Loona locked eyes with her, she saw regret? That couldn't be right.

Bee walked toward her, stopping to lean on the wall next to her. As she slid down to Loona’s level, she sighed. “Look, I'm sorry for what happened back there,” she began, staring off into the crowd. “I- I can taste the flavor of people at my parties and I could tell that you weren't having a good time, so I tried to fix it ‘cause you know—the more people who are happy, the happier I feel. But I was thinking about what you said, and it's true.”

Loona couldn’t believe it. Did an actual Sin just validate my feelings? “Look, I see what you're trying to do, but I'll be leaving soon so you won't have a damper on your party, and you can just move on with your life like I never existed. That would be easier than this—”

“SHUT UP!” Loona froze as Bee stood up from the wall to look her in the eyes, then rubbed her temples. “Sorry, what I mean is, stop talking to yourself that way! I bet you could have SO much more fun at parties if you just let yourself go.”

Loona gave her a confused look, and Bee sighed again. “And maybe I don't get it, maybe a Sin could never truly understand someone at the bottom of the hierarchy. But something I can tell you is that you're so focused on not being a bother and impressing people that you don't let yourself have any fun.”

“I- I don't know what you're talking about,” Loona stuttered, breaking the stare.“

Look, I won't pretend I didn't see the way you look at Vortex. We’re totally up for new partners by the way\~” Loona turned red instantly. In some rings, a Sin would kill you for looking at their partner the wrong way, but Bee was inviting her into their relationship?

Bee guided her chin to look her in the eyes. “But that's the thing about parties, they're a place where people let themselves go. If you pretend to be this stuck-up, party-hating bitch the whole time, no one's gonna want to date you. Plus, even if they do, they're gonna find out it's not the real you pretty fast.”

Loona narrowed her eyes. “So, what is this about?”

“This is about you letting yourself enjoy the party!” Bee moved back, looking up with her arms out. “And letting your true self shine!” She looked back at Loona. “So what do you say? Wanna give it a try?”

With that, Bee-lzebub, one of the Seven Deadly Sins, extended her hand to Loona, a Hellhound at the bottom of the bottom. Loona hesitated for a second. Maybe Bee was right; maybe she was acting like a stuck-up bitch. Perhaps it was time she just let herself go. Loona looked Bee in the eyes, then grasped her hand, allowing herself to be pulled into the vibrant chaos of the party, ready to embrace whatever came next.

Like for a Pt.2 :)