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queercoshon · 4 months ago

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Aaaand here we go! The last bit of the story. Lemme know what you think!

Christmas Day Evening

It's dark out when you crack open your eyes. You look slowly around the room, trying to get any brain function going. What woke you up?

Your phone dings.

Food has been delivered.

You manage to read through your swimming vision. Did you order something? Were you so fucked up that you blacked out and somehow found a restaurant that would deliver today? You're still Very Drunk, but less high now, and you can feel how full you are still. But you can't leave the delivery on the door stoop, even if you don't eat it, you can't leave it outside.

You know you'll eat it. Your gut gurgles with...anticipation? Fear?

You go to hoist yourself up, but realise your hand is already occupied. The last of the cinnamon bun is still clutched in your chubby fingers. You quickly shove it in your mouth, and get back to the task at hand.

It's getting harder to get off the couch, you think. Maybe it's because it's sitting a little lower, or because your belly is unweildingly full and restricting your movement? It could also be from your rapid gains making it harder to maneuver your body around, or the fact that you're still so sloshed you have to think really hard about which way the door is. It's actually a healthy combination of all of that, but you don't have the brains to put that together right now. You barely have the brains to order out the steps of hauling your ass off the couch. But you manage, barely.

You almost down yourself when you turn on the hallway light, assaulted by the sudden brightness. The walls become your friend, leaning on them heavily with every unsteady step. Even with the support, you wobble back and forth a bit, your feet just not cooperating. Your legs feel almost as heavy as your belly.

By the time you reach the door, the delivery person is long gone. Several bags sit on the doormat, and you stand there, just staring. Where did these come from? But it certainly smells better than the frozen pizzas you were planning on, so you start the task of just bringing all the bags straight to the living room.

It takes you four trips and fifteen minutes to get everything. You're already slow when you're this heavy and this bloated, but you also had to keep one arm free to help support your drunken stumbles and catch you if you fell.

It smells like the traditional Christmas dinners you grew up with as a child, the ones where you learned to love overeating to near sickness. This type of meal deserved a matching drink, so you grab two bottles of wine and a glass.

The first bag you open contains a container of mashed potatoes, fried green beans, and dinner rolls. The second has a casserole of some kind, corn, and fixings like cranberry sauce and gravy. The third held an entire half turkey, as well as a card.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Thank you for ordering from FamilyMade Meals. We hope we've made your holiday easy, stress and mess free!

Right, you and your feeder had ordered this two months ago, to save time cooking and cleaning. They must not have cancelled the order after they left you. A strange feeling sat on your chest. Guilt? Sadness? Resentment? Either way, you don't like it, and you know the quickest way to get rid of it is to light up and smoke until your eyes roll back, and then eat until you pass out mid bite.

Rolling a joint is hard in your state, but you manage, and victoriously puff it back. You start out smoking leisurely, but your gluttony starts to rear its head halfway through, and you huff the rest back, munchies-induced hunger pains grumbling from your belly. You open a bottle of wine and pour a heavy-handed glass. You had a half-baked thought of sipping it throughout the meal, but your hedonistic needs make you drain nearly the whole glass. Oh well, you have lots of wine to go through. You top it up again and then dig in.

The turkey is first. It'll take a little more effort to eat than everything else. FamilyMade Meals cooked it perfectly, it's not dry at all, which is what it would have been had you or your ex made one at home. You pair it with bites of cranberry sauce and scoops of gravy, until there's maybe a fifth of it left. Your palette starts to dull, so you do your favourite trick of switching up the flavours.

You hadn't seen it, but there were actually two small casseroles in the bag. One is sweet potato, and the other is broccoli. You open both and work your way through them, putting whatever container you want on your shelf of a gut, making it easy to just shovel in.

After your third glass of wine you realise leaning forward to refill it is going to be incredibly difficult, especially as your hand gets less steady, so you just prop the whole bottle up in the corner of the couch, and bring the other bottle close by for good measure.

The casseroles are dense, and you can certainly feel that. Your gut is hanging low, but feels solid and rotund. You have to lean back a bit and pant, your feast starting to take a toll on your body again. But there's still so much more to eat. You still have to take a little break to try and catch your breath. Such a fat fuck. Not only did you eat so fast you started to pant, but you've eaten so much that your lungs don't have the space to recover.

During your break you continue to slug wine back, and the bottle is very quickly emptied. It sloshes around in your gut as you massage it, and your crotch pulses at the thought of how drunk you're going to be in about ten minutes. Just how drunk could you get? That second wine bottle should help. You manage to grab it by the neck and pull it towards you, but you seem to be struggling with the screw top? Why won't it open? The other bottle was much easier! Oh wait, there's a tab to pull, which gives way to...a cork. Fuck.

You do own a cork screw, but rarely buy alcohol nice enough to be corked. This was either a gift, or you grabbed it by mistake. And the cork screw is in the kitchen, which feels like miles away. But god you want more wine!

You're too far gone to think rationally, or really think at all. You're driven by your hedonistic stupor, and just need more.

You rock back and forth, back and forth. The first three times you try to get up, you fall back on your ass, your couch crunching every time. You almost give up, but a big burp tastes of wine, and you're reminded why you're doing this.

You take extra time to build up momentum, and manage to barely make it to your feet. You stand victorious, but also swaying heavily. A few side steps almost send you to the floor, but you do a quick spin and manage to stay upright.

The wall is your lifeline, and you hug it dearly, inching forward. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the hallway mirror and your knees nearly give out. Bloodshot eyes peer back at you, squinting and droopy-lidded. Fat has taken over every part of your body, but the past few days have left your gut looking bigger than ever, almost as if it belongs to someone heavier than you.

You stare for a bit and then remember why you're up. Wine. Corkscrew.

You stumble to the drawer in the kitchen and search desperately, clumsy hands struggling to move various utensils out of the way. Something pricks your finger hard. Turns out you did not put away the corkscrew properly last time. Well, at least you found it.

You left the bottle of wine in the living room, but as you turn to leave you notice a different one on the counter. Maybe a swig or two for the road?

It takes entirely too much effort to open this bottle. Corks are such a pain! Boxed wine is easier; you can drink right from the spout.

You take a swig, then another, and then gulp desperately, belly literally growing stretch marks with every swallow now. You put down the bottle heavily, barely keeping it upright. Your head drops as the alcohol hits you, and your knees finally give way.

The counter helps guide you to the floor as you kind of fall into it and slide down. You make it onto your ass and you lay there, legs splayed, back leaning up against the cupboard. It rattles every time a hiccup bounces your limp neck and solid boozy ball gut. The hiccups shake loose burps, and as the two increase in frequency, they start to blend together making some of your noises sounds like snorts.

Alcohol and food and weed completely pin you down, feeling the weight over every part of your body. You can't move your arms from your sides, though you desperately want to rub your aching gut, maybe hold it still through the hiccups. You're stuck there, chins bouncing off of the fat on your chest woth every hiccup, stomach glorping with every burp. Your eyes just can't stay open, so you're left to just feeling complete lack of control of your body, every involuntary movement a consequence of your hedonistic indulgences.

You're nearly catatonic for a good while, barely aware of anything except how heavy your head and your gut feel. The ache in your belly sends shivers through your body and right to your crotch, but you can't do anything at all.

Time passes; you have no idea how much. You can sloppily move your arms now, and you get to massaging your belly and fondling your folds. Now you burp non-stop, the pressure of your clumsy hands shifting the contents of your stomach around. You're not even aware you're doing it, everything is just on autopilot. Eventually you've rubbed enough air out of your gut and relaxed your muscles enough to think about moving again. At first, you try to pull yourself up by the counter, but even if you could stand, there's no way you could walk back to the living room. Somehow you remember to grab the corkscrew, fumbling on top of the counter for it from your seated position on the floor. Once acquired, you start your journey back to the living room.

Crawling makes your gut feel extra heavy, especially as it swings back and forth as you sway, somehow still stumbling. You've also gorged yourself so much that once and a while, your belly brushes along the floor, sending shivers down your spine.

You lose your balance a little and fall into the wall, giggling uncontrollably. When you're this drunk, gravity really manhandles your heavy body.

After taking entirely too long, you make it back to your living room, your Christmas movie playlist still flickering on the tv. You manage to pull yourself back onto the couch, panting once you settle back. Through all your huffing and puffing, you didn't hear the cracks echoing from the couch, and certainly didn't notice that the spot where you sit is very sunken in now. It is a little harder for you to reach the food, but you figure it's just because you're exhausted.

The corkscrew in your hand reminds you why you did that whole expedition in the first place. It takes some struggle, but only a little spillage, to get that corked wine bottle open. You take gulps right from the bottle, determined to drink as much as possible tonight.

Next is the potatoes, green beans, and dinner rolls. You try to just zone out and autopilot through the food. Even in your state you can feel your stomach start to ache. But you still have room. Weed will make this easier, so you grab a preroll and light up. It's not as good as your special blend, but rolling a joint now would be nearly impossible.

Every puff makes your body feel lighter, like you're floating in water. A comforting warmth radiates from your stomach down to the tips of your fingers and toes. By the end of the joint it takes an immense amount of concentration to keep lifting the roach to your mouth, whatever movie is playing right now is distracting and funny.

Is it funny? Oh, the joint is completely gone now. God, you're hungry.

Now autopilot is on. Bites of roll are broken up with swigs of wine, the bread soaking up the liquid and sitting heavy in your gut. You put the tray of potatoes and beans on your gut and shovel them into your mouth, eyes glued to the tv. The hiccups attack yet again, but you eat right through them, not even aware that's what's happening to your body. Burps are being forced out of you with almost every bite, all of the air you swallowed while gorging too quickly being replaced with more calorific food.

Finally your utensil hits the bottom of the aluminum tray, everything crammed inside of you. It clunks to the ground as you let your arms fall to your sides, panting heavily, rocking your giant gut rhythmically.

Your head is spinning, and the skin around your belly feels so tight. The bottle of wine is finished, and your extreme crossfade is making everything feel extra sensitive.

If you could see yourself now, you would not believe how far gone you look. Bloodshot eyes that someone would barely be able to see, because you're so fucked up your eyelids keep drifting shut. The world is blurry, so you squint to try and focus.

Your gut is a sight to behold. There's no jiggle at all, just slight ripples through the layers of surface fat. You can see your actual stomach pressing against the skin, swollen and abused. Red, angry lightning bolts have started to turn purple, and crisscross horizontally against your vertical ones.

And oh my god you're so full. You're afraid you'll explode if you try to move. You can barely rub your belly without the pressure being too much. Maybe you overdid it this time. The radiating warmth has turned into aches and cramps, rising and falling with the churning and gurgles eminating from your middle. You would be able to hear your gut creaking, if it wasn't gurgling so much, and if you weren't moaning. You don't realise you're doing it, everything is involuntary.

Your eyes close and you breathe through all the sensations, as best as you can. Your lungs still don't have any room to expand. Deep breaths make everything cramp dangerously.

As gently as possible, you rub little circles on your skin, trying to ease the pressure. The indents of forming stretchmarks bow under your fingers, and even in your state you can have a coherent thought about how much you've consumed to do this. You've eaten so much in two days that you're virually ripping your skin. You moan again, but not just because you're full.

There's no way you could do anything to get off right now. You're too fat to reach even when not gorged like a tick. You can't bounce your gut or rut against it, you might explode. Still, waves of euphoria build as you rub your belly, getting more worked up by the thought that you can't do anything about this. You're trapped by your own hedonism.

And you want more.

Somehow, you think you have room. Somehow, you think another drink is good for your spinning head.

You open your eyes. There's no way you can haul yourself off the couch now, so what's nearby?

There, on the coffee table, is a fourth bag of food from the delivery. How did you miss opening that? You grasp desperately for it, managing to snag a handle and pull it towards you. It feels heavy; you were going to put the bag on your belly table, but that much weight on top of it right now would make you explode. You peer inside, and despite your state, give a little wiggle of excitement. There's a pumpkin pie, fruit crumble, and two more bottles of wine. Some part of you knows you should wait to digest a little, maybe metabolize more of the alcohol, but said alcohol quickly shushes that part.

The wine is a screw top, but you're so sloppy you're having a hard time gripping and twisting. You end up using your teeth; you spit the cap away somewhere on the floor and take big gulps from the bottle. Your head is feeling awfully heavy again, and keeping it upright is becoming a challenge. So you lean it on the back of couch and tip the wine bottle back. You get nearly half the bottle into your gut. Heavy panting wracks your chest, interdispersed with drunk moaning. Hiccups start right back up, sloshing all the wine in your belly with every jolt. The sloshing of your gut releases several boozy burps, and between those, the hiccups, and your moaning, you can't be quiet for even a second. Your belly throws in a good amount of whining and gurgling, just adding to the sounds of your wicked hedonism.

The wine is starting to blanket you hard, and you know you'll pass out any second, but you just want a little dessert.

Sitting up is actually impossible, so you have to kind of lean sideways, being careful not to squish your belly. You grasp blindly in the coffee table's direction, hoping you'll get one of the dessert trays. Your hands latch onto the fruite crumble, and you manage to pull it back to you without dropping it on the floor. You do the same with one of the plastic spoons they sent, and get to work.

You swallow down mouthfuls around pesky hiccups, doing your best not to choke. Every bite stretches your gut and draws a moan out of you. The moans turn to whining as the pressure starts to throb, but your hedonistic frenzy continues. Almost all of the wine bottle is gone, and you've made it through a quarter of the crumble. Even in your inebriated state though, you know you need to stop. The crumble gets pushed to the side, and you realise just how much damage you've done.

The ache in your belly is turning into a sharp pain, and your stomach is definitely being stretched. Your breath hitches whenever you inhale. All you can do is lay there and hold your bulbous gut, hoping you don't explode. You've gorged to this point before, but always with your feeder. Turns out, you're enough of a hog you can do it by yourself now.

Your eyes will not stay open, nor can you keep your head straight. Your chins bunch up as you rest on your fatty chest mouth agape and drooling a bit. The booze and weed are trying to lull you into passing out, but the ache in your belly won't let you fall asleep completely. You just have to lay there, suspended between conscious and not, completely unable to do anything, just revelling in the sensations left from your gorging.

Your skin feels hot and itchy, and not just over your gut where you can see your new stretchmarks. Well, if you could see; everything is so blurry, it's hard to make out any finer details. Half-hearted burps continue to fall out of you, your belly audibly trying to digest the onslaught of food you've indulged in. You'd love to rub the cramps away, but commanding any part of your body to move is incredibly difficult. You manage a few rubs before losing the connection between your weed addled brain and your hand, and you're back to just laying there.

Another movie finishes. It's late now. You haven't passed out entirely yet, but you can feel the food coma starting to override your belly ache. But not quite.

The wine. There's a little bit left of that open bottle. You try to focus to grab it, but it takes a few tries. You almost fall over sideways once your hand lands on it, but you use all of your momentum to swing back the other way, and pull the wine bottle to you. It bounces on the side of your taut belly and you belch again.

You hold the neck to your mouth and take a deep breath. You've had so much wine you almost feel sick, but you can't leave this little amount! The last of the bottle gets chugged down, and you finish with a gasp. Gurgles rise from your belly but are drowned out by your panting and moaning. The bottle drops to the floor with a soft thud as you loosen your grip on it. Your hands fly to your gut and sloppily rub it, heat building from your middle. You know you can't reach to do anything about it, but the friction of your belly against your thighs and crotch is enough in your state.

You're such a fat pig, you can get off with your overstuffed gut.

Well, you could. But right as things are building, that last bit of wine hits, and you can no longer make any part of your body move. Right before you lose conciousness you think

This could be your new favourite Christmas tradition.

#queer feedism #intox feedee #intox kink #stuffed fatty #feedism story #intox wg #stuffing literature #bhm weight gain #ftm feedee #feedee encouragement #f33dism

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sulumuns-dootah · 6 months ago

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24. 12. Belphegor - Friend on a phone (18+)

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡

⋆꙳·❅‧The Yule festival of Hell 2‧❆ ₊⋆

A/N: Hi!! Hello!! Merry Christmas/any holiday you celebrate, everybody!♥

Warnings: Belphie gets jealous and Beel being Beel :D

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

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The fire cracks lazily and every so often a stray fire particle makes its way out of the fireplace. It's nicely warm in the room, but where you're sitting, the temperature is significantly higher.

Partially because you're under a blanket and partially because of the position you're in. To an onlooker, you'd appear like you're simply laying back against Belphegor's chest with the demon happily snoozing the evening away. Underneath the blanket, however, they'd be able to find you intimately joined as one.

You've been stuck like this for the past few hours and at this point it didn't even feel like anything. Whenever you tried to slowly leave and maybe do something else, the king awoke and held you in place until you gave up and he could fall back asleep.

Thankfully, Beleth was nice enough to bring you your phone, few hours in so you had some way to amuse yourself. Though, soon enough all social media on your phone got too boring. Hoping that at least one demon from your contact list was available to chat, you sent out a message, but no responses came.

Then, as you were about to fall asleep too, a message made your phone vibrate in your hand, awaking you instantly. Finally someone to talk to! It was Beelzebub, though with how bored you were, even an unlikeable demon would suffice.

So over the course of another thirty minutes, the king of gluttony sent you pictures of what he's doing and things he recently visited. You didn't even miss the light-hearted attempts at flirting, which you chose to overlook for the time being.

That was until the demon sent you a rather spicy selfie of him groping himself through his pants taken in some bathroom stall. The sudden sight made you involuntarily clench around the pierced length deep inside you. You kinda freeze. Hopefully that didn't wake Belphie up.

You take a few seconds to make sure the demon underneath you is still asleep before you bring your hand up back too read another two messages which Beelzebub sent in the meantime. Almost like the king of flies knew about what his photo caused, the few messages are a teasing remarks, which you can't help but laugh a little at.

But that reaction was one too much and the sleeping king behind you wakes up with a grunt. The strong arm around you tightens again as he slightly shifts up and rests his head on your shoulder to see your phone screen.

“Oho? What's this?” he questions, taking your phone from your hand and extending his arm in a direction away from you so you can't take it back from him.

Just seeing his brow furrow as he reads the messages from Beelzebub make you clench a few times around his dick out of fear. His reaction can't be good.

“That fly bastard...” he mutters to himself as a look of jealousy fills his eyes.

“B-belphie, I was just bored and needed s-someone to talk t-” you immediately start to try and explain the situation but get interrupted by Belphie pushing you forward and pressing your head into the sofa you've been sitting on the whole evening.

This surge of energy from Belphegor and sudden dominance are a welcome change, but you kinda wish it wasn't motivated by texting someone else.

“A few hours... I have you on my dick for a few hours and you're already texting that fly fuck...” the king of sloth leans over you and slaps your ass multiple times to emphasise certain words.

“Haa~! B-belphie! Please... Nghh!” you try to talk him down, but are unable to as he starts to pound into your heat almost like he's stabbing you, with so much power that you only now fully realise why he's considered to be one of the most powerful kings in hell.

“That... Hnn~fuck... Thinks he can... Just take whatever he wants... Ungh~!” Belphie continues muttering more to himself and it starts to dawn of you that he actually isn't angry at you, but Beelzebub.

Suddenly, a hand grabs the front of your throat and pulls your upper body up to meet Belphegor's chest as he continues to destroy your hole. Over the sound of your blood rushing, you can hear the wet sounds of your flesh meeting and the demon's deep grunts.

Then you notice that in his other hand, Belphie's holding your phone and recording a voice message for – presumably – Beel. Your heart skips a beat, but with the force and speed that you're getting impaled by the pierced length makes it impossible for you to quiet your moans and mewls out of shame.

“Tell me sugar, who's fucking ya this good?” the king of sloth growl into your ear and all you can do is scream syllables of his name as if the sounds are being forced out of you with each thrust.

A hoarse laugh tickles the nape of your neck once he's satisfied with your answer, “That's right sugar... Ngh~!.. You were made for this cock.”

For a second you think you're now off the hook, but instead, Belphie brings up your phone with the front facing camera one. The sight of your fucked out expression and the sharp gaze of the demon behind you, piercing the camera with his eyes make you squeeze down onto his dick.

Much to your embarrassed horror, he takes a picture and sends it to Beelzebub. The phone then gets tossed away, you don't even know where nor care to know at the moment.

“Ya gettin' close sugar? Ya better be 'cuz I ain't feeling like waitin' for ya.” Belphegor grunts out as his pace gets sloppier and more desperate.

“Fuhaaa-ck!” it doesn't take long until you reach your release and clamp down onto the demon's dick so hard that he can hardly move, forcing him to blow his load deep inside you.

Not long after you both come down from your highs, you're both fast asleep with Belphie still inside you. And somewhere in the room your phone buzzes with one last message from Beelzebub:

'Didn't expect him to get this riled up :D Anyway, you're welcome, Y/N!'

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"A gift..? Beleth will handle that..."

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#the yule festival of hell #the yule festival of hell 2 #whb belphegor #whb smut #(wrote this before the Christmas chats got released and whaddya know Belphie literally says the thing i wrote here :D)

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aspoonofsugar · 6 months ago

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Merry Sinsmas!

It's Christmas, so here come some quick and unorganized thoughts on the Helluva Boss season 2's finale :''') (yes, I am late to this)

First of all, I loved the episode and I thought it worked very well as the season's finale!

MY FAVORITE CALLBACKS

The episode is full of callbacks, which show how much the characters have grown. Everybody already listed them, so here are some of my favorites:

The Circus: The beginning and the end of the episode mirror The Circus, with Stolas waking up surrounded by plushies and Stolas being on a balcony looking up at the sky. This is perfect considering this was mostly Stolas's season. It starts with him in a gilded cage:

Prince, all alone Upon your throne Your power is so frail You raise your voice You have no choice Inside your gilded jail

It ends with him dealing with the responsibility of choosing freely:

Stolas: You don't need to feel any guilt for my situation, it was my choice. It was all my choice. I caused all of this.

Murder Family: I.M.P.'s mission mirrors their first mission ever, as they are asked once again to kill a cheater, even if it destroys a family. The difference is that this time the group and Blitz especially does not follow through. This is clever because 1) It ties into the Christmas spirit :P (one good deed for Christmas LOL) 2) It shows Blitz's growth. He has grown enough that he can now imagine a new family for himself and Stolas in the future. Something he could have never done in episode 1, where his business and colleagues were the only family he could conceive. Blitz has now matured enough he is more in tune with his deepest wishes and can slowly start working towards them. It showcases how an important part of the story (half of it really) is over and how next season is gonna change the game and introduce new objectives and struggles.

Spring Broken: The fight against Andrealphus's dragon parallels the fight against the sea monster in Spring Broken. Both times an imp saves their romantic partner from being eaten by a monster, slays said monster from the inside and there is a "high five" played for laughs. In Spring Broken, the couple in focus is Moxxie and Millie, whereas in Sinsmas it's Blitz and Stolas. This is lovely, as it shows Stolitz have the potential to share a full fledged romantic relationship, just like M&M. Considering Blitz sees Moxxie and Millie's bond as perfect to the point he has tried to live it by proxy, this is a pretty important implication. It shows how much Blitz is now open to a true love story with Stolas.

This is a nice moment for Moxxie, as well. In Spring Broken he was drunk and was useless during the fight, leaving it all to Millie. This time he supports Blitz and gains a high five and some appreciation from his Boss (which he deeply craves). Him and Loona's team-up is pretty awesome too <3. Finally, it is interesting that during the fight Moxxie and Millie exchange roles. Moxxie tries the melee, by using a sword, whereas Millie tries the firepower. This is a direct inversion of how they are fighting in their skirmish at the beginning of the episode, where Millie uses a sword and Moxxie a giant gun:

I wonder if it foreshadows a deeper integration Moxxie and Millie will have to undergo next season, especially because the pregnancy plotline will definately arise some conflict.

Queen Bee: Loona gets some nice moments, which show how much more open she is with others compared to the previous season. She now refers to Blitz as dad more often and she is even eager to have him spend time with her friends. Speaking of whom, I love we are seeing more Hellounds. It is so great Loona has managed to build some positive bonds from the Queen Bee's episode and she is now better integrated with the people of Gluttony, her birth sin :''') I guess next season these bonds are gonna have some focus, especially considering Loona keeps mentioning Vicky, a hellhound she hates. I wonder if it's her:

On another note, I LOVE that the Hellounds are all dressed as foods to celebrate gluttony, that is so creative!

Ice cream and Hamburger

Pop corn

Their costumes are also all yellow (or different shades of yellow), aka Bee's color! Loona's outfit even loosely resembles Bee's. I am curious if Loona and Bee's foiling will come up again tbh.

Loo Loo Land and Seeing Stars: Obviously Sinmas heavily references the two other Octavia-centered episodes. This storyline would probably need a meta all for itself, but here are some thoughts. Octavia's "I Will Be Okay" parallels "You Will Be Okay". There Stolas tells Octavia he will always be in her heart, even when he can't be physically there. He also assures Octavia she will be okay even if the universe gets destroyed (because Stolas himself will make sure of it). Here, Octavia sings that even if Stolas left her, she will be okay, but she is cutting ties with her dad. She also sings so as her world (her family) is symbolically falling apart. The space symbolism is interesting because it ties with Seeing Stars, as there is a meteor shower exploding like a giant firework, just like the ones Stolas and Octavia watched together.

In general, Octavia says she is never forgiving her dad and that Stolas will only know her by her name, but she does so by:

Playing a guitar Stolas gave her

Singing a reprise of Stolas's song

Singing a song with a lot of references to space and stars

Well, let's just say Octavia will never be a stranger to Stolas because Stolas is too deeply intertwined with who Octavia is already <3<3<3

This is made clear in the climax of the episode, where Octavia goes to look for her dad because she is worried about his mental health without the Happy Pills and saves him from Andrealphus. This is once again a reference to Seeing Stars. There Octavia is shown to still be inexperienced with her powers and Stolas tells her he has yet to teach her powerful spells. Here Octavia gets a hold of her powers on her own and uses them to defeat her uncle. So, Octavia might learn to fend for herself more, but she is never truly hating her dad, no matter how angry she is.

I also like that the previous two episodes dedicated to Octavia make clear her outburst is not coming out of nowhere. Stolas has been failing her a lot since the beginning of his affair with Blitz:

In Loo Loo Land he still treats Via as the child she isn't anymore and fails to address the issue that is truly and clearly bothering Via until she forces him to. And even there, although he reassures her, Stolas fails to address the matter effectively. (Not that it is simple).

In Seeing Stars he is so caught up in his divorce, he fails to listen to Via and forgets their past promise. The fact it is Loona to find Via and not Stolas himself really ties into this. It is not that Stolas isn't trying, but at the end of the day he spends the majority of the episode with Blitz, laughing at his jokes and getting horny for him. Sure, Blitz was forced into the sit-com, but Stolas could have left Blitz and kept looking for Via. This shows how much Stolas was already struggling between his love for Via and his desire to build a romantic relationship with Blitz.

In short, Via calling Stolas out on prioritizing his relationships with Blitz over their father-daughter one is correct:

Stella: Sorry, sweetie. No talking to that deadbeat. Andrealphus, look who's finally calling! Andrealphus: Oooh! Took him this long? That's hilarious.

Stella and Andrealphus aren't exactly wrong here either. Stolas waited a lot to call Via. That is because he was shocked and needed a long sleep, but Via can't know it. From her point of view her dad took responsibility for a crime in order to save Blitz, was banished and then ghosted her for a whole night/day.

At the same time, it is obvious Via is gonna to slowly discover more and more about her dad and his pain. Finding the Happy Pills was just a first step into a process of maturation, which will lead her to become an adult. Still Stolas's daughter, but not Stolas's helpless little girl anymore.

As two sides note:

I like that season 1 ends with Loona and Blitz's bond in focus, whereas season 2 ends with Stolas and Via's. It is obvious their two girls are key for Blitz and Stolas.

I like how Stolas's home is now completely frozen. It is a great metaphor for the kind of cold and abusive environment Via is now in. It is kind of telling the only parts of the house, which are not frozen are Via's room (filled with her and Stolas's shared interests) and the closet with Stolas's stuff.

STOLITZ I loved the Stolitz's development this episode! It was the perfect wrap up of their relationship this season. It is especially interesting how their dynamic is now inverted compared to the beginning. Right now the one more openly affective and open to an official love story is Blitz. Stolas is instead too heartbroken and jaded to fully jump into it, despite how much he clearly loves Blitz. Also, as other people noticed:

Stolas: Go enjoy your Sinsmas, Blitzo. I'm fine. You don't have to stay here with me.

This is a call back to Full Moon, as Blitz is now choosing to stay by Stolas's side.

Stolas becoming Blitz's secretary is instead another callback to The Circus:

Blitzo: Yeah! A big office! Circus business with clowns and horses! and the horses will all have good names like Stapler and Biscuit Queen. Stolas: I'm sure you will. That sounds like a good business. Blitzo: Yeah! And, if you want to apply, I'll hire you. Maybe. Stolas: You'll hire me? Blitzo: Yeah, if I feel like it. Stolas: Well, I hope I qualify! You'd be a good boss.

In general, it is gonna be interesting to see Stolas struggle with his newfound situation and self-reflect on his previous privilege.

However, the part I loved the most about Stolitz is the fight against Andrealphus:

First of all, I loved the princess and knight's symbolism because it is so extra and it fits them so well! It is also Stolas's dream come true:

Stolas: You wanna know what I want? I want to know what it's like, to not be alone. I want to be someone's someone. I want to feel wanted. But like, in a romantic way, like I'm standing out in the rain at a train station and someone is shouting: “Harriet! Don't get on that train, it's going to London and I cannot be without you!”

Secondly, I loved all the Disney references:

Blitzo: Hey Elsa! Get your icy hands off my bottom, bitch!

Frozen

Sleeping Beauty

Hercules

They are truly hellbent on turning Stolas into a Disney Princess!

OTHER THINGS I LIKED

Via vs Andre

I loved Via easily defeating Andrealphus. First of all, she is awesome and I adored her star-themed powers! Secondly, it ties very well with the classism commentary of the series.

Andrealphus is a Marquis, while Stolas is a Prince. Via is Stolas's heir, which means she is more powerful than Andrealphus, even if her powers are still raw. The short fight makes the difference clear as day.

Why is this important?

Thematically, it makes Andrealphus an interesting foil to Stolas. As a matter of fact he is clearly meant to be seen as Stolas's negative parallel. Both are homosexual nobles forced to repress their sexuality to fit the role they were given by society. However, they clearly both resent said role.

Stolas tries to evade it by starting an affair with Blitx, the first thing that truly makes him happy in years. He acts outside what is expected from Goetias, ignores protocols and eventually helps I.M.P. at a great personal cost. He is slowly going to face and unlearn his unconscious classism in the next season, as he works with Blitz and the others.

Andre tries to climb the hierarchy because he thinks that if he were more powerful and richer he will be happier. Hence he makes use of Hell's rules to dethrone Stolas and steal his assets. However, no matter how much he tries.

First of all, Hell's hierarchy isn't as easily destroyed, especially if you play by its rules:

Satan: STOLAS! I hereby strip you of your status, your power, and your title; Andrealphus: Yeees! Yeeesss! YEEESSSS!! Satan: For the next hundred years. Andrealphus: Oh motherfuck! Seriously?!

Secondly, no matter how much Andrealphus tries, there will always be someone higher than him. Stolas is gone, but Via is already able to kick his ass. He will always be a Marquis and never a Prince.

Thirdly, Andrealphus associates value to social status, but his short fight against I.M.P. makes very clear there is more than powers to a person's abilities. He is immensely more powerful than imps and hellhounds, but he sucks at fighting and it shows. Blitz and the others are able to hold their own easily.

Last, but not least there is no amount of social status that can buy true happiness. Andre being linked to Elsa is funny, but it is also meaningful when we remember Elsa is a lonely girl, who represses her emotions to fit into a system. Well, Andre does the same. He probably represses who he is (his sexuality) and is left cold and unhappy.

In short, just like Striker, Andre too is probably deep down unhappy with the current state of society. However, our protagonists' dark foils try to change their state by hurting others and crushing them under their feet. The protagonists instead more genuinely oppose the system by trying to help others.

Plot-wise, this might lead to some interesting developments.

First of all, this might tie into the Stella-centered episode. It is probable she was forced to marry Stolas, so that her family could social climb. This might explain why she was so angry about Stolas's divorce and why it was so important for her and Andre to get some retribution from Stolas. Their family is on a lower level than Stolas's one.

Secondly, Andre might at one point decide to kill Via, so that he can keep Stolas's assets for himself. This might become true especially if Via keeps rebelling against him. In this case, I have a pretty good idea of who Andre is gonna call:

Striker: Well, this has been fun, but every good thing has to come to an end. Shame you won't see your kid, again. Stolas: Don't you dare breathe a word about my daughter. Striker: Oh. Finally hit a nerve, huh? Stolas: I swear, if you go near her, I will destroy you.

Striker threatened Octavia in Western Energy, so this checkov gun might fire. If so, it will be a chance for Stolas to help Via, for Blitz to face his dark foil once again and for Via to discover the truth about her father's attempted murder.

The pregnancy plotline

This season we have a little conflict between Moxxie and Millie in Happy Campers and I was wondering if they were gonna have a bigger one later on. Well, it seems they will because the pregnancy plotline is going to bring some drama in the relationship.

As for now, to me it seems Millie is not convinced about the pregnancy and might contemplate an abortion:

Millie: What? Didn't he cheat or s-s-something? Come on, this is fun! We've done this kind of t-t-thing before. Blitzo: Just… not this one, Mils. Not today. Millie: I can do this one, I can do this! Blitzo: Millie! Moxxie: We'll do it next time! It's just not worth it. Millie: Don't start, Moxxie! Just because you aren't demon enough to do this job, doesn't mean…

Her being the most insensitive while watching the happy human family seems as foreshadowing that Millie doesn't really want kids. At least not now. This might change of course and I might be wrong. Still, the fact she hasn't told Moxxie about it yet is pretty indicative of how confused she is at the moment.

In general, to me it seems Moxxie and Millie are partly subverting feminine and masculine tropes, as Moxxie is more feminine (musicals) and Millie is more masculine (fighting). At the same time, I think they are also meant to deconstruct these ideas.

Moxxie exhibits some traits of toxic masculinity that clearly come from his father. For example, in Happy Campers he is obsessed by the fact he and not Millie must complete the mission, because he must prove himself to the boss. Or in The Harvest Moon Festival he tries to show he is as strong as Striker, even if his talents lie elsewhere.

Millie might soon reveal she herself might feel pressured to conform to some traditional feminine roles. For example, she might fear that becoming a mother might mean she has to give up her career. Or she is scared of how others (like her family and husband) will see her if she gives up the baby. All in all, she comes from a rather traditional environment and I am curious to see if this inspiration will be used to explore her pregnancy.

SINSMAS

I LOVED the idea of Sinsmas for several reasons.

Thematically, Sinsmas is really about self-expression:

Blitzo: Uh, it's Sinsmas! You know, the day every Hellborn celebrates and acts on their birth sin? Or any sin, whichever ones they want, honestly!

It is about giving in to your vices for one whole day (it is really similar to Carnival), so that you can indulge in what makes you happy, even if it is considered strange or wrong.

This is very important for the theme of classism:

Stolas: I cannot say I'm familiar with this holiday. Blitzo: Really? Wow, rich people don't have any fun, do they? Stolas: No, fun is free, but we can afford nice things.

Stolas is a noble and nobles do not celebrate Sinsmas. That is because the Goetias can never truly express themselves:

Stolas: Yaaaay! Birthday, birthday! WOOHOO! Birthday tiiiiime! Mister Butler: Calm yourself, young prince. You know excitement is unbecoming of a Goetia.

They have to repress repress repress.

So, it is telling Stolas slowly embraces the spirit of wrath throughout the episode.

He starts by trashing Blitz's office (luckily it is insured :P):

Stolas: Augh! Come on, you suck! You fucking suck! You fucking piece of shit, move you fucking face, you goddamn sucking motherfucker— GAH! WHAT A FUCKING IDIOT I AM! THIS WAS SO STUPID! I CANNOT BELIEVE I COULD BE! THIS FUCKING STUPID! I RUINED EVERYTHING! MOVE!!! YOU SHITTY DESK!!!

And he ends by trashing Andrealphus:

He has left the Goetia for one month in universe and he is already fitting in :''')

World-building wise, Sinsmas is very interesting because it is mostly celebrated by Hellborn Demons. Karen, who is a Sinner knows nothing of it and is uninterested in it. For her it's just Christmas.

As a result, I wonder if Pride as a sin is less celebrated than others during this Holiday. We see decorations for Greed, Wrath and Gluttony mostly. But I am sure people from Lust, Envy, Sloth will mostly celebrate these sins. However, the Demons typical of Pride are Sinners or Goetias, both of which do not celebrate.

So, I am wondering:

Do some Sinners who have been in Hell for a while celebrate Sinsmas? Do they stick to Christmas? Do they fuse the two holidays?

Was Pride more celebrated as a Sin before Lucifer decided not to get involved in Hell's affairs anymore?

Do the people of Pride have some specific festivities? Or to better say, do different Rings have different festivities?

I love holidays in different cultures and I would honestly just love a series dedicated to the different holidays in the Hellaverse :''')

MY FAVORITE EPISODES OF THE SEASONS

So, since this was the season's finale, I think I can now say which episodes were my favorite this time around! It is difficult because I thought this season was pretty strong overall, but if I must choose:

Ooops!

Mammon's Magnificent Musical

Ghostfuckers

Mastermind

Sinsmas

These are my favorites! In particular, Mammon's Magnificent Musical and Mastermind are my two pick choice, in no order.

This is all! Merry Christmas to who celebrates and Happy Holiday to everybody!

#helluva boss #helluva boss meta #sinsmas #stolas #octavia helluva #octavia goetia #stolas goetia #blitzø #helluva loona #moxxie #helluva millie #helluva andrealphus #my meta

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talesfromawannabewriter · 26 days ago

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The Sweet Taste of Nectar

@beef-brisket

The sound of joyous laughter, chatter, and music of the sweetest sound played throughout the manner in which the event occurred.

Hellborn of all types flood the hallway all the way to leading back outside. Though many were demons of different varieties they all had one thing in common.

Not a single skinny frame was even thought to be amongst the crowds.

If there was one thing that the host of the party couldn’t stand was see someone starving.

Always whoever left his manor the next morning after an extensive night of partying and making merry did they leave a few pounds heavier.

Not that any past guests seemed to mind. In fact it was better than looking like a walking skeleton when they truly thought about it.

That was the hosts moto anyway.

Speaking of which, at the moment the demon responsible for making this evening possible was in his personal lounge.

Where only his closest friends or favorite guests resided from the rest of the party. Usually the latter.

On a lounge couch gulping down a goblet full of nectar while an hellhound and succubus were flocked to his sides flirting and teasing him was none other than the sin of gluttony himself.

Adam, the former first man.

He took a break from his drink to grin up at the male hellhound rubbing his back while the succubus was tracing her nails gently across his arm.

Adam: I sure could use another shot, do you two need anything?

They grinned seductively and Adam knew instantly what that meant.

They were in the mood for a different kind of meal.

Adam suddenly stood up and turned to leave. But winking at them as he did so.

Adam: Just a moment my beauties I need to refill the punch bowl for the rest of my guests. You two sit tight.

Summoning his staff he was his way downstairs.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #demon adam #sin of gluttony au

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sasukesofficiallawyer · 6 months ago

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Merry Sinsmas to those who celebrate!!

#merry sinsmas #sinsmas #personally I’m celebrating all of the above #sinsmas helluva boss #seven deadly sins #helluva boss sins #sins #helluva boss #7 deadly sins #blitzø #stolas #blitzo #helluva boss millie #millie and moxxie #moxxie #immediate murder professionals #imp

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poison332 · 6 months ago

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SPOILERS AHEAD

for the Season 2 Finale of Helluva Boss: Sinsmas

If I heard Blitzø correctly, Sinsmas is a day in Hell where everyone partakes in their favorite Sin.

And guess which Sin is Loona’s favorite!

GLUTTONY, BABY!

Hey Bee! You’re Loona’s favorite person too!

Merry or Happy Sinsmas, everybody! Mine is Gluttony too!

#helluva boss #helluva loona #helluva beelzebub #sinsmas

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radioactive-metal · 6 months ago

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CASINOOOOOO FICCCCCCCCCC (pt.1)

ITS HEREEEEEEEEEE

good morning and merry Christmas my fellow obsessed fans of this lovely wee series we have here, I grant to youse, as a Christmas present, the first Half (or so) of the casino fic. It’s got insanity, it’s got scheming, and it’s got a buggerton of innuendo. What more could you want?

so anyways, wherever you are in the world, with family or friends or perhaps by yourself, have a merry Christmas, Ido’nai, Hanukkah, Sanguinalia, or whatever you choose to celebrate. That’s enough rambling in my part. Enjoy gang.

Authors notes: in this the AU emerald city fiasco happens before semperternity. And the Zero is waiting somewhere else. So the squad is flush with cash but still without direction. This will be fun.

Tyler:

“What do you mean it’s missing a piece?” Cat looked about ready to murder someone, most likely Aurora. I laid a hand on her shoulder, very much ready to stop her acting on her fury.

“I can feel it. It’s broken. Look at the eye on this compared to the drawing.” Aurora pointed at the trigger sitting on top of the console to the picture of the sigil she had unconsciously scrawled. She was right. It was missing the gem in its eye.

Finian leant back against the bridge bulkhead, exo whining as he did so “good news gang! I have a cousin who just so happens to deal in missing parts of random artifacts from an ancient race of aliens.”

“Really?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. Finian looked at me like at me like I had just asked why we couldn’t open a window in the longbow, “No golden boy. Did the GIA give you concussion or am I losing my touch?”

“I would bet that ty lost more braincells from my punch then you ever had numbnuts.” Cat ground out. Finian raised his eyebrows “Nice one dirtgirl, I’ll have to add that to my collection.”

Zila sat, sucking on a lick of hair for a moment, tapping furiously at her uniglass. “I have found the missing piece. Its location was detailed in the data left in the safe deposit box.”

Every person on the bridge whirled around to look at her. “Unfortunately, it is in the vault of La Casio Royale, in Neomonoco. However, currently, the Time to the Line race is on in the system, so it will be slightly easier to sneak in.”

I drummed my fingers on the armrest of my chair. “I feel like there’s something missing here”

Finian rubbed his temples, “yeah golden boy, there is. If you thought biatchiis security was bad, the Vaults de la Royale makes his look like a play pretend cash register.”

Scarlett:

On one hand, I had always wanted to see the time to the line race, preferably from a luxury yacht, waited on by a small army of very handsome men all named christoff. But in the other: we now had to pull off a heist that made that whole business on semperternity look like taking candy from a baby. The entire vault was open to vacuum, with electrified walls, laser sensors, shelves that weighed each lockbox sensitive to .00003 grams.

But on the other other hand: I got to put on my best outfit and lie, gamble, and drink my way through la Casio Royale, the best establishment in the galaxy for the sins of greed and gluttony.

Needless to say, I had my work cut out for me getting my squad mates up to par.

Once we had landed our (heavily disguised) longbow, we made our way to an incredibly expensive apartment complex. Zila had a set of keys and guided us to a door labeled 312. We stepped in and were all floored by the opulence. Oak paneling lined the walls. Onyx tiling led the way to the central living area, with a colossal window and balcony overlooking the ocean of the planet. The legion clearly hadn’t skimped out when building this place. I still couldn’t wrap my head around how they had laid all of this out. The box, the camouflage unit on the longbow, this apartment. It was as if they knew what was going to happen before it did.

There were 6 doors leading off the main corridor. Each one was inscribed with a different sigil. One had seven lines, the next had a stylized double A, after that was two hoops. Then on the other side of the hall was another four, with a beetle, a handbag, a gold bar, and a phoenix.

I took a wild guess, and opened the door with a handbag on it. Inside I found a lavishly decorated room, all velvet carpet and silk sheets. The largest bed I had ever seen sat in the middle, and directly across from the door to the room was a massive ornate closet. I gently stepped over to it, and found it was full to the brim with an incredible selection of clothes. Worksuits hung next to ball gowns, and everything in between.

There was two doors, I opened the first one and found a bathroom filled with enough marble to have depleted a small quarry. High end toiletries were arraigned next to glass sinks. I then check the other door, and found myself in a small corridor, with another door on the other end. I closed the door behind me and opened the next one.

I found myself transported to trask. A low ceiling studded with stalactites. Gently glowing blue vines grew on the walls, and floating in the center, quite possibly the best part of the room, was one Finian De Karen De Seel.

Aurora:

I opened the door with the old logo of Ad Astra, and I found myself in my childhood bedroom. It was the exact same. From the crappy old wooden bedframe to the books laid about the place. On the bedside table was a note.

Aurora:

We are so sorry that this is what you have to do. You should have been welcomed into this new time, not forced to run.

Please consider this to be some very small apology,

Aurora Legion command

Admiral Adams and Greater Clan Battle Leader De Stoy

Below the message a small chip was taped. I plugged it into Magellan and saw it was a video. I pressed play and saw Callie, though much older, mid thirties at least, carrying a toddler. “Look the the camera kiddo! Say hello to your auntie Auri! Can you say hello little Jie?”

The toddler seem more focused on its mother bracelets.

“Hi Auri. I know you won’t ever see this, but I like to keep you updated. Even though you’re gone. This is Jie-lin. She’s 2 years old now. I hope you’re safe wherever you are. I love you”

I couldn’t keep it together. I broke down. These past few days coupled with this just broke me. I started bawling. Ugly, broken sobs that scratched at my throat as they came up.

I stared at that final frame of Callie. So grown up, so much older than me. I wondered what had happened. To mom, to dad, to the family after I left. Did mom go back to school? Did Callie ever go and see Hong Kong like she always wanted? What happened to dad?

I was stirred from my thoughts by one of the doors to my room creaking open. What would have once led to the kitchen now opened up into a plain grey corridor, currently occupied by the galaxies greatest Legolas lookalike.

We locked eyes for a moment. I saw that wall behind his eyes crumble for just a moment. I saw concern, but it could have well been pity.

“What…” my voice, scratchy and raw, caught in my throat “what do you want?”

Those damned purple eyes flicked away from me. And over the rest of the room, almost drinking it in. He stepped past the doorway, closing the door behind him without a south, and dropped noiselessly into a position with his legs crossed under him.

“Strong and silent then. Ok Legolas.” I mumbled, reaching around for something to throw at him. I grabbed my pillow, and acting on instinct from something I’d done a million times before, chucked it. He caught it out of mid air without a flinch. He raised a single, immaculate silver eyebrow at me.

“Stop doing that you son of a biscuit!”

“Stop what?”

“Being so irritating and rude and annoying and cute - er.. uh…”

Both his eyebrows jumped up to his forehead and I saw the faintest glimmer of what could be hope in his eyes.

Tyler:

Everyone else filtered off to their rooms, leaving one door unopened. As I opened the door I found a nice, it not ostentatious bedroom. Nicer than my room at the academy, but not what I would have expected from such a fancy apartment. Honestly I preferred it. I was never truly at home in fancy places, even when my dad traveled for the senate and took me and scar with me. It was always too much.

There were three other doors than the one I had just entered. The first was open to a bathroom, the second was a glass balcony door, that had a stunning view of the ocean.

The third door was closed, and had no obvious labels or indications of its purpose. I stepped over to it, and opened it only to find myself with scarcely four centimetres away from Cat. She looked up at me, and for just a moment I was there again, on shore leave, scotch in our veins and together. I staggered backwards, overwhelmed by that closeness with her. My ace, my closest friend, my confidante.

“Come now Ty, I’m not that scary”

“No-no god no of course not Cat no. You just…. Scared me.”

“Heh. And I never broke any academy regs. You’re fooling nobody Tyler.”

She lifted a hand, and with it a bottle of Terran scotch.

“We’ve made enough bad decisions in the past few days to fill a lifetime. What’s one more?”

And honestly? I couldn’t argue with that.

“So do you want to shout at me first or can we skip to the fun part?”

The now setting sun glowed a gorgeous golden orange through the light, catching in her dark hair and lighting up her face, now covered in a smile.

“Are you having a laugh? Nah. You’re going to sit your ass in the seat over there, and we are going to talk this out while I partake in this fine bottle of scotch that was left in my room. After that? We’ll see.”

By the time she had finished shouting at me, the sun was gone. In its stead was twin moons, visibly moving across the sky. We were sitting out on the balcony. She had a glass with a triple shot of scotch, I had some mineral water.

“Ya know Ty? I honestly considered the GIA’s offer on semperternity.”

“Is that the booze talking or you?”

“Are you having a laugh? I’m as sober as a funeral. This stuff” she shook the glass “is about as weak as nuns piss.”

“I figured. On both counts I mean. At risk of sounding uncomfortably cliche, I had faith that even though you wanted the offer, you would still back me.”

“God I hate when you read me like a book.”

“What can I say? I know you too well.”

A glint in her eyes made me realize what I had just done.

“Oh really now Ty? Are you sure? Cause I think there might be a few things you don’t know.”

And with that, I was dragged back through the door and onto the bed.

Cat Brannock 1, Tyler Jones 0

Zila:

There was a large amount of data stored on several storage wafers in my room. Each one contained briefings, plans, and other such information. Most was time locked to future dates, but I located one unlocked folder. Within was two subfolders, labeled ‘Orders’ and ‘Blue Prints’

The orders folder contain a briefing document with a security clearance I did not recognize. It was inaccessible, presumably corrupted, as it was date locked several hundred years in the past, and yet could not be opened.

The Blue prints folder was much more fruitful. Within was pages upon pages of plans, analysis, and photos of the vault we had to crack into.

Along with data was a note, one of several I had found so far. This one read “trust the hawk”. I piled it with the other notes, some had been helpful, pointing me to guide my team mates in the correct direction. Others were much more cryptic, many mentioning hawks, crystals, and the ancient myth of Ouroboros.

More to consider.

I wonder if it is wrong to manipulate my teammates.

I am still not feeling nothing

Finian

I spent most of the evening after Scarlett left fixing up my exosuit. The fact the legion splurged for terrestrial anti grav made feel warm and fuzzy inside. Or maybe that was talking to Scar. Who knows?

After an extremely long and deep sleep in zero G, I woke at would be 8:30 station time. Later than normal but not ridiculously so. With a sigh and some grumbling I donned my exo once again and turned off the Zero G. All of those pains and aches I thought had gone? They came right back. Turns out there’s only so much one nights sleep can do.

I opened the door and wandered out to the common area of the apartment, to find Zila sitting at the counter, obsessing over some file in her uniglass, and Kal out on the balcony doing some sort of meditation.

“Third awake isn’t bad… where’s our high and mighty squad leader?”

“Sleeping with legionnaire Brannock.”

I did a double take at that “asleep? Or…. The other thing?”

Zila didn’t respond.

“Maker… really? My goodness he’s actually human? I thought they assembled him at the overachiever factory.”

“There is no such factory.”

“Don’t change Zila. I need someone to tell me these things”

With that I wandered over to the refrigerator to see what we had. I found it stocked better than I could have hoped. It even had my favorite kind of breakfast burrito.

“Wow, they really did think of everything.”

Zila made a small noise, then hurriedly typed something on her uni.

At that, as if on cue, Scarlett walked round the corner. Far from her usual put-togetherness, she looked bedraggled, hair frizzy and makeup smeared. Even then though, as she caught my eye and winked, I felt like my stomach was full of butterflies.

“Morning Zila”

No response, Zila being a conversationalist ad always.

“And good morning fin”

The gentle smile, the way she said my name… it felt like someone had released another crate of butterflies in my stomach (why do they keep dumping them there? Do I look like a bug enclosure?)

“M-Morning Scar”

She walked over, brushed my hand (for just a little too long to be accidental) to hit a button on the coffee maker. I personally couldn’t stand the stuff, but Scarlett seemed to guzzle it like air.

“Any plans for the day?”

“You know, the usual, being the most handsome member of the squad.”

“The usual indeed. You can multitask while doing that I presume? I have a shopping list and need a spare set of hands getting it all. We can get lunch and such. I know a guy here.”

There was quite a few things to unpack there. First was her agreeing with me? The most handsome? Maker that let off a third… flock? Collection? Swarm? Of butterflies. The second… was she was asking me to go out with her. To go shopping and get lunch. Me. ME. The only reason she would pick me for that is if-

Great maker in the heavens. Scarlett Jones was asking me out on a date.

Tyler

The sunlight streaming through my window gently brought me back from the sandman. I stirred and moved my arm to my eye, only for it to hit something warm, and vaguely soft and-

Oh yeah. Last night. The memories flashed though my head like a dying star. I cracked an eye open, and saw her there, next to me, still dead to the world.

Her hair was mussed, what little makeup she had smudged around. I shifted under the covers and gasped from the pain. Looks like I might have voided the warranty on the old fun factory.

The noise woke her up. With a grumble and yawn, she opened her eyes. Her voice was soft and scratchy, but no surprises there. Thank the maker the walls are thick.

“Morning Ty. What’s the big idea with all the noise?”

“The boys…. Poor fellas seem to have taken a beating”

“Wonder who could have done such a thing?”

With that, she shifted closer to me and closed

her eyes again.

Should I have done this? Probably no.

Was it a bad choice? Most likely.

Do I regret it? Let’s see.

I looked over at the clock at the side of the bed, 6:50. Later then I would normally wake up. I should probably get up.

However: this bed was comfy, and most importantly, there was a woman I loved next to me, and that was too much of a problem for the little bit of me that wanted to get up could overcome, and so I drifted back off to dream land, listening to Cats breath.

Kal:

I awoke at 5 AM ship time. My father had instilled this into me with his fists. I always woke at 5 now, no matter when or where I slept. I still have the scars, the last reminders of the wounds he inflicted, and the care my mother gave me. The universe truly was cruel. Making me the son of that wretched being, and taking my mother from me because of his fit of rage.

I went out to the balcony, to meditate as my mother showed me. It helped clear my head, and to tamp down the enemy within. I cleared my mind and reached out. My powers were weak, insignificant compared to all but the weakest of waywalkers, and yet i could still feel my comrades, ever so faintly. Tyler’s golden light, lighting him up like a beacon in the dark. Scarlett, glowing ruby red, casting a warm and welcoming glow around her. And Aurora. By all the souls of Syldra, Aurora.

She was like a star. Glowing with the purest white light, too strong to even look at. All I could see was her outline, and that void blue core of her being.

I was no stranger to being pulled in two different directions. The teachings of my father versus those of my mother. The enemy within versus me. But this one was different. One could fill the galaxy with words and it would not come close. If all the blood vessels were laid out to end to end, and each cell had the word love engraved on it, it would not equal one billionth of a second of the pull. It was nearly impossible to resist, myriad works of art had been created about it over the millennia. None came close to describing it. I opened my eyes from my meditation, and looked out over the glistening sea, utterly stunning by all accounts. It was bland and boring compared to Aurora. And yet, I was denied such a thing. I could not. Alas, she was human. I don’t know if she could even reciprocate these feelings.

That was until yesterday. Like a man clutching to a cliff edge, I hung on to those words. Was there hope? Did she mean those words? Those feelings flying off her like a star going supernova?

I did not have many of my mother gifts, but even I could feel the emotions of one as powerful as her.

And she felt something for me.

The smallest ember of emotion, which may catch.

And so hope remained.

And so despite everything, I had reason to smile.

Scarlett

I was 3/4ths of the way through my coffee when Tyler trudged in. Not walked, not marched, trudged. I have seen him do such a thing exactly twice in my entire life. The day after dad died, and the morning he got back from shore leave after graduation. Given that no one we know died, and the incredibly visible and large hickey on his neck… I’d say that my brother was engaging in…. Fraternization.

I’m impressed honestly. I had a bet with myself that he wouldn’t last through the 2nd night on the longbow, now it’s been a whole week! Impressive.

As Tyler rounds the corner, I notice his odd gait, swinging his leg out and forward, rather than straight ahead in proper marching style.

Fraternization indeed.

He stops at the counter, grabs one of the stools, and gingerly sits down. We lock eyes for just a moment and have an instant of perfect, non verbal twin to twin communication.

‘Really?’

‘Not a word’

The silence was broke by a sharp sniff through is nose, a long sigh and him shifting.

“Right then. Anything of note to report?”

“Negative sir” came Finians reply

“Nope”

“I have something sir” Zila had stopped tapping on her uniglass

“Well? The suspense is killing me legionnaire Madran, what is it?”

“Testy this more I see sir” Finian said, seeing if he couldn’t get a rise of his commander

“I have located blueprints and relevant construction information for the vault. I send them in a data package over our squad communications link, along with my personal analysis on viable points of entry.”

“Didn’t get much sleep then I take it Legionaire?”

“No more than you sir”

I choked on my coffee. Finian did a spit take and Tyler looked utterly bewildered.

“First: what I was or wasn’t doing last night is between me and the maker. Second: did you just make a joke?”

“No. I stated a fact. I got 4 hours and thirty two minutes of sleep last night, while by my estimation you got between four and three quarters and five hours of sleep.”

Finians pale skin was now flushed a pale shade of pink from him trying to hold in his laughter, meanwhile I was laughing around the coffee stuck in my throat and Tyler looked even more bewildered. The kind of bewildered that makes a deer in headlights look like a professor of psychology.

“I-uh- Well anyways, if you could pull up the data on the table hologram so we can prepare a briefing legionnaire.”

“Yes sir”

Aurora

I woke up with puffy eyes and a throat that felt like it has seen the wrong side of an industrial sandblaster. Turns out: crying yourself to sleep is awful. I can’t believe Hollywood lied to me. It’s almost like it’s full of paid actors.

I had to peel myself from my bed, I sign I had slept far deeper than normal. I opened the closet, and found that it was stocked with clothes exactly to my size and liking. I picked out a nice outfit and walked to what I could only assume was the kitchen, where I heard the gentle murmur of voices. I rounded to find everyone else in the squad all chatting amounts themselves, with coffee and, of all people, Cat, manning, as my mother would call it, the cooker. Tyler looked up, and gave me a kind smile.

“Well then, that’s everyone. I’ll start the briefing now if no one has any objections.” He paused “Ok good.” He tapped a button in the centre of the table. It lit up revealing blueprints, for what looked like a very over the top bank vault.

“This, ladies and gentlemen, is our target. The most fortified, secure, and impenetrable bank vault ever designed. Within, is contained the last part of the trigger, a 32 karat chunk of Eshvaren crystal.”

Scar leaned forward. “So an easy jaunt into a bank vault to steal a gem. What’s the problem?”

“Finian?”

The Beretreskan nodded

“If you remember Biattchis office, with the security system that would wake a carreer criminal screaming? This one would make them hand themselves in to the police and collapse into a jibbering, insane mess. Laser sensors and hair wire triggers, weighted boxes and hard vacuum. Silent penetration is nearly impossible”

Kal spoke up “so how do we intended to get in quietly?”

Finian giggled like a kid on Christmas morning. “Kal…. Who said anything about quiet?”

Tyler tapped the button on the table again.

“We will be organized into 3 groups of two, with Zila running support here.” He gestured at a point on the holographic map, indicating the apartment “Legionnaires De Seel and Jones task is to create a distraction. I don’t care if it’s a riot, a brawl, anything. We just need all eyes away from the vault. Legionnaire Gilwraith and Aurora will be our backup in case we have unwanted guests. Finally, me and legionnaire Brannock will be infiltrating the facility, opening the vault, and retrieving the target. Any questions?”

“How do we intends to breach the vault?”

Tyler’s eyes glimmered. “Are you familiar with shaped charges?”

[End of part 1. Teehee]

#aurora cycle #aurora burning #aurora rising #auroras end #the aurora cycle

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the-decorium · 6 months ago

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I post a lot of hellaverse content here so eh why not

MERRY SINSMAS!!!

I’ll be making more decor soon gang, no worries :D

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cherrydbear · 11 months ago

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In water 7 now and mad at half the straw hats so I'm exposing their sins (also watching fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood so I've got those on the brain)

Luffy - gluttony

His hunger knows no bounds, and he's even put his friends at risk to satisfy it, like when he ate up the food stores while they were crossing the desert in Alabasta or when he fought Zoro in Whiskey Peak for cutting down people who had given them food. And not just eating, everything Luffy does is to excess. Not exactly the same but in a similar vein, he can be selfish sometimes and tactless, thinking more about his own feelings than others', leading to his failure to reason with and empathize with Usopp. (I lump this in with gluttony because the main reason I see gluttony as bad is because it's taking for yourself without consideration for others, as compared to greed which is often intentionally at the expense of others. Also "being unable to talk about your emotions and resolve interpersonal conflict without violence" isn't a sin, though maybe wrath would fit here?)

Nami - greed

She had good reasons for being a thief desperate for money before Arlong was defeated, but now her thirst for gold is more selfish. After growing up poor, she wants to be able to buy herself the paper and supplies and clothes that she never could before. She's also willing to put her friends in danger to get it, as shown in G-8 when she made everyone go back to retrieve the gold despite having a good escape opportunity. Her prioritizing money definitely had a role in Usopp's self-loathing spiral after he lost it.

Usopp - pride

This whole fight over the Merry is really more about his pride. He tells tall tales because he doesn't feel good about any of his own personal achievements. He lies because he feels that the truth about himself is unsatisfactory. Inside, he considers the acquisition of the Going Merry his one main contribution to the crew, and now the idea that the ship is replaceable makes him feel expendable too. He is surrounded by people aspiring to be the pirate king, the greatest swordsman, the greatest chef, the greatest navigator, and the greatest historian, and meanwhile he's just... some guy trying to be less of a coward. Usopp's pride makes it hard for him to open up to his friends about his insecurities and struggles, and so he chooses to fight instead of talking things over.

Zoro - sloth

Pretty much all Zoro does is fight, train, eat, drink, and sleep. He's constantly napping, even while important things are happening. He slept right through the first major storm that hit the Merry after entering the Grand Line, even though the crew needed his help. He gives his friends the impression that he doesn't care sometimes because of it. Zoro is left on board with Sanji after they dock at Water 7 and just sleeps, until Sanji gets fed up and leaves, and he instantly falls back asleep again. Though he's always ready to jump in to help fight, he's content to leave the talking and planning and negotiating to the rest of the crew. During the whole falling out with Usopp, he just stands back and watches, and doesn't even make an effort to comfort Chopper. He keeps his emotions bottled up inside so he doesn't have to deal with them.

Sanji - lust

For obvious reasons. He doesn't know when to quit or keep things to himself so he ends up making a lot of people uncomfortable. He can be very shallow and clearly places great value on appearances, as shown during his fight with Bon Clay when just the form of Nami had such an effect on him. He prioritizes beautiful women at his friends' expense. I also consider vanity to be tied with lust, and considering he's frequently sailing through all kinds of weather on a pirate ship in a three piece suit and he always has to have his hair *just so* I'd say he's quite vain. Personally, I believe that he mainly longs to be gentle and affectionate with someone, since he's always been treated so roughly by the people close to him in the past, but that would seem too "sissy" or something so he tries to save face by acting pervy. Maybe I'm just being delusional and making up excuses for him because he'd be so perfect if he wasn't a creep.

Chopper - envy

Chopper has always wanted to fit in. He wished he had a black nose like the other reindeer instead of a blue one. He wished he could still have a place among them after eating the human human fruit, and he wished he could be accepted by the people in the village. He wishes he were as brave and strong as some of the other members of the straw hats. Honestly, this is all fairly harmless except for the damage to his own self esteem, but to me, Chopper is an adorable little muffin who can do no wrong so this is the most I can come up with for him. (I'm so mad at Usopp for being mean to him.)

Robin - wrath

Mainly because it's the only one left but fma:b's representation of wrath in Fuhrer Bradley as cold, calculating, and secretly seething under the surface is really interesting to me and I feel like it could apply to Robin. She's always very quick to apply potentially lethal or at least crippling force to her foes, or I interpret it that way based on the camera (or whatever you call it in animation) panning away from her finishing attacks leaving only the sounds of necks and spines crackling, and then she's off very quickly without any signs of guilt. She acts level-headed, but in a way that feels very dangerous. She's probably had to get very good at masking her true feelings to survive. I'm still at a point where her backstory hasn't been fully revealed, but it's implied that she caused serious damage to a lot of people in the past. I'm very interested to see how that goes.

If sloth were not my primary sin I'd draw them all as homunculi... maybe someday...

Update: follow-up post

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #cat burglar nami #usopp #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #tony tony chopper #nico robin #mine

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spotlightlowlife · 1 year ago

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Helluva Boss has responsibility issues - Ozzie, Bee and Mammon edition

These characters have a job which is to govern over and make business out of a designated part of the psyche, one of the seven deadly sins, but it goes further than a job, they're world leaders and their role is their purpose.

What do they do day in day out?

They have fun.

If they're there to be liked that is.

Bee is a great rep for gluttony

Her design is nice, she looks fun, youthful and vibrant and I appreciate that she's not large or lazy. Many people agree, she represents the positive aspects of gluttony in having fun and indulging yourself with the company of others, eat drink and be merry, something she gains from.

Unfortunately it seems that in order to be liked, she had to be diluted.

Bee, prince of gluttony, got humbled by losing a drinking contest to Blitzø who is half her size and a tiny fraction of her true size. Bee then disassociated herself from overindulgence by seeing that Blitzø was going overboard early and wanting that issues dealt with at a distance not by her.

She claims he's ruining the vibe but does this cut off her supply? Ruin her stock? Does it snap people out of their enjoyment? Who knows, she got pushed as 'nice' so her observation so far is probably from a caring place, not a business stance.

Ozzie is a good representative for lust

Sex positivity is good. Like eople should be able to indulge enjoy, as should multiple people, they should all be having a good time. Shaming a lovey lovey couple for lowering the tone at his lust themed club was something he had the right to, even though love and lust can easily go hand in hand and he clearly caters to anyone interested in kink, it was reasonable (and well written humor) to want them to take that outside.

Where they cutting off his lust supply?

Where they potentially off putting for others?

Who knows, but Ozzie's push of anti-love whilst clearly being in love, served as an excuse to loveably humble him.

He could had he been business minded and had both separately, but it seems that business = bad, which leads on to...

Mammon is an excellent representative of greed

Business and greed got merged into one, there are definitely 'positive' aspects to business and therefore greed. Such as professional distance, going where the money is, trying out different leadership strategies moving with the times and welcoming the new.

This character was able to reveal little of his personal views, but enough to know that he disproved of certain things but would still put in the work in their direction, such as beauty pageants and sxxdolls, however he was able to adapt them to suit himself and everyone, a clown pageant and a multipurpose dolls. It was all about supply and demand for profit.

He set up the pageant for anyone to enter, nobody in mind, he was rather transparent in what the plan was too. Knowing what we know of how profit driven he is, his discouragement of female entering could easily have been more than an excuse to add the Viv credit joke based on sales forecast, yet it was a remark he went on to take back. Through the pageant he wasn't opposed to Fizz losing and fresh meat taking over. He was however opposed to Fizz not putting in the work.

It's debatable that he lacks self awareness because we have already established that this character sets person feelings aside and just wants business to run, furthermore, for all we know Fizz may be bringing hesitation for the first time this year. It makes sense why he's willing to let Fizz voice hatred for him aslong as he keeps up being milked until dry.

A lot like many employers in hospitality (a reminder that Fizz was also fed up in this area) and entertainment.

Mammon stepped into the ever triggering parent role and numberours of them, referring to the future pageant winner as 'stepkid', Fizz as a 'son' and 'grand baby', firmly asserting himself as a leader who commands respect which isn't entirely bad, all whilst behaving like a strict stage parent from the very beauty pageants he criticizes, and why? Because it's effective maybe? Like it or not we saw his shows go on to be a massive success.

In the real world we have things widely and rightfully condemned like low grade junk food and cheap clothes, only at the same time as some fat cat getting richer pushing poor quality, these goods are being made accessible to those with little who can't afford better. A greedy business person person who wants more customers likely doesn't care that they are doing great harm or help.

Looloo land was a good example of corporate greed big business that people benefit from, like it or not. This place was easily accessible and the workforce were anyone.

Mammon protected his rip off inspired work with a contract so tight that the leader of hell can't do anything about it.

A complex contract is something we would see again with fellow villain and successful gangster businessman Crimson.

Blitzø on the other hand is not failing because he's their opposite which is 'good', he is failing because he is a very proud, arrogant individual who wants his idea to just work, there's little wiggle room. It was Moxxie who would learn in the episode where he was allowed to lead his own mission that a 'my way or the highway' attitude can bring more issues than solution.

Back to Moxxie. When his very greedy and sinister dad was ready to use him for a business deal that would involve an arranged marriage, he tried superficially winning Moxxie over by rigging the house with dildos, assuming he must enjoy stuff like that.

This guy objectified and forced the hand of his own adult child with zero interest and regard.

Yet did we have to see Mammon being made to rebuke these behaviours and let us know there's limitations to his greed? No, he didn't need to tone down.

Only 'greed' is held to accountability

The higher ups have to be humbled in order to be liked, the only ways seems to be to have a place themselves alongside and have sexual relationship with those at the very bottom of society

and not be responsible for the negative aspects of what they govern over are.

All the fun and non of the responsibility

As covered, Bee and Ozzie who we had to learn are believers in knowing your limits and consent, are nothing to with any trouble associate with them that follow,

ws. so whilst Crimson provided excellent groundwork for Mammon with his greed and making a loved imp sad, there have been two missed opportunities to passively pad out Ozzie and Bee.

Verosika the sucubus SA Moxxie with her gang, they shapeshifted into cute humans to come to earth and host a sucubus hosted beach party, to corrupt a bunch of youths. Verosika would also be revealed to be an addict, along with Barbiewire. Verosika would travel to earth with beeljuice which caused a massive scene.

Barbie shape shifted into a human, travelled with Ozzie's crystals (something Stolas as high up as he is had to request) and seduced a teenager into helping her push drugs.

But it's not Ozzie nor Bee's issues, they don't associate with the negative aspects of what they rule over.

Two side characters are pushing frowned upon over indulgence and degeneracy amungst kids on earth.

In a story where the parent story tells us that there's a hell overpopulation problem.

An issue that is dealt with via genocide and the mess left behind in the form of devine weapon parts, can slay the higher ups!

But that's not Ozzie nor Bee's issues?

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss beelzebub #helluva boss mammon #hazbin hotel critical #long post #character analysis

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