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Lol. Oh well - it really was an amusing image, and now some people think I found it hot.
Nottin' I could do, dood! Bugged autism mechanics.Guess I'm the sort of person who says "man I have this crazy idea I must share to the world!!!" and kind of... share with enthusiasm but unnecessary enthusiasm. Eh, I do hope people liked it. At least as a concept.
Buddy, I don’t care - the more you try to excuse yourself for liking a piece of drawing, the more I think you actually are a pudgy Loona closet apologist.Lol. Oh well - it really was an amusing image, and now some people think I found it hot.
Guess I'm the sort of person who says "man I have this crazy idea I must share to the world!!!" and kind of... share with enthusiasm but unnecessary enthusiasm. Eh, I do hope people liked it. At least as a concept.
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Vivzie is the one of, if not THE most unironically mysoginistic writer in recent memory.
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I mean this is just standard fujo writing, Vivzie isn't that unique in that regard.
I think more misogynistic writing could be found in like trashy harem or isekai anime
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Isn't the mangaka of Redo of a Healer a woman...?
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Chapter 3 of One-Shot Meeting is now available. I hope you enjoy.
There was once a time when the Exterminations, horrid as they were, were conducted by professional soldiers. Whenever Charlie was watching the Exorcist angels do their dirty work out of her bedroom window, she could at least tell that they didn't indulge in pointless sadism or unnecessary "games". But over time, even that began to change, subtly at first; one year, the Princess had noted the presence of a few Exorcist that weren't wielding weapons – instead, they held video cameras, the likes that she imagined would be in use at a movie studio, and flew above Pentagram City, following a little behind their armed colleagues and seemingly recording the action.
This same thing happened the next year, and the year after that, and every following year. Next, Charlie noted that even some of the actual fighters began gradually phasing their practical weaponry (spears, swords, halberds, ordinary firearms, et cetera) in favor of more... experimental equipment – sickles, tridents, bizarre guns like a double-barrel shotgun that had under its barrels a sharp blade at the end of a lengthy chain, that could be shot out like a grappling hook. One year, the Princess bore unlucky witness to how the Exorcist wielding this horrific weapon impaled a Sinner on the "hook" and flew high up above the city, before retracting the blade and dropping him from what must have been at least a mile up.
Every year, the amount of angels with unorthodox armaments grew, their behavior becoming appalling – treating the Extermination as some kind of "safari", a twisted game where they could hurt Sinners in the most inventive and cruel of ways, while their "cameramen" were there to capture it all... It was in the late 2000's when the drones showed up. Humming, remote-controlled miniature killing machines that darted around the Pentagram on rotors & jet engines, either gunning victims down or blowing them up with a well-dropped grenade... or with a suicide charge. That was the last straw for Charlotte, and she began seeking out a way to help the population of Hell and perhaps prevent the Exterminations, which had become little more than cruel entertainment... for whom, she did not know or want to imagine. But surely Heaven as a whole could not approve of this madness... right..?
That was the thought racing through Charlie's mind as she stood at the foot of the Heaven Embassy, at the center of Pentagram City. She recalled one day in her childhood, back before her father had become a depressive recluse, when he had taken her to see the building. It was a little intimidating even back then, and certainly opulent, but its classical marble architecture was unmistakably Heavenly. The concrete & glass spire that towered over her today... simply wasn't, looking more like a skyscraper belonging to some large business firm than a governmental building, with only the golden paint of the outer walls being a reminder of which realm it belonged to. With a sigh of trepidation, the young Morningstar neatly adjusted the stack of notes in her hand, and began approaching the sliding glass doors serving as an entrance.
As she did so, on her left, a small black drone flew into view from above, with the unmistakable hum of several rotors, and suddenly shone some kind of bright light into her face. Charlie froze, fully expecting to be fired upon any second now, only for a robotic voice, a digitized deep baritone, to come from the drone:
VISITOR IDENTIFIED. CHARLOTTE. MORNINGSTAR. PRINCESS OF HELL. *bzzzzzzt* PROCEED.
With that, the unmanned aircraft made a 180° turn and flew off, somewhere up to the Embassy's roof; as it left, the demoness noted a logo on its side – a golden capital V with a white outline on a light-blue square background. Filing this small detail away in the back of her mind, she proceeded to finally enter, the glass doors sliding open for her with a hissing noise.
Inside, the Embassy was surprisingly more decorated than the outside. The empty lobby's walls were still concrete, but painted a vibrant blue, and the floor was composed of beige marble tiles. There was an adjacent hallway off to the right, and the unmistakable steel doors of several elevators to the left. A few potted plants stood in the corners of the room, and right above, Charlie could spot security cameras looking right at her, like a mechanical hydra's eyes. Overlooking it all was that same V logo, emblezoned on a diagonally slanted upper section of the wall that reached to the ceiling. All in all, this place looked like the entrance to some bank or office building than it did an embassy; but as the Princess took it all in, the same voice she heard from the drone sounded out from one corner, right where a security camera was.
There you are, Princess. Your father told us you'd be coming. Go into that hallway on your right, and walk into Room 13. They're all labelled, you can't miss it. Don't keep us waiting.
This time, it sounded clearer, more... like an actual person. Charlie surmised if the drone outside belonged to whoever this was, then they must have simply recorded audio of themselves for the aircraft to play. But this was no time to ruminate, and without further ado, she followed the voice's instructions, heading into the hallway and finding the right room within a few seconds. She briefly hesitated, but eventually opened the door and stepped inside.
The Princess found herself in what looked like a meeting room, with a large black onyx-pattern table and several plush leather seats on either side. But what caught her attention were the three tall figures sat on the other end of the table, staring at her expectantly:
– First, in the middle, there was a tall... person?... with what was clearly a dark-colored flat-screen TV serving as a head, the screen showing an eerily smiling mouth full of sharp cyan teeth and a pair of golden eyes with white pupils, all on a glowing blue background. On top of his (theirs?) head sat a small white tophat with a golden signal wave emblem, the black TV antennae sticking out on top and ending in small blue sp. Above even them, there floated a cyan halo with a lightning-shaped "crown" He wore a flowing white suit with vertical golden stripes, partially opened to reveal a striped white-&-blue shirt, as well as a gold bowtie around his dark-skinned neck. The TV man's hands were similarly dark-gray, and his fingers ended in sharp blue claws, which occasionally sparked with small arcs of visible, cyan electricity. Charlie had also noted the same V logo that was on the drone, emblezoned on the right side of his suit.
– Off to the right sat an even-taller four-armed humanoid, with lavender skin, a grinning mouth full of golden fangs, and deep-blue eyes without any pupils, hidden behind heart-shaped glasses with purple lenses. His head, similarly to the TV man, was adorned with a tophat, though this one was much wider & taller, colored a dark blue with a starry pattern, as well as that same logo, though the V was all fancy & curved, colored a deep purple, as was the swirling halo above him. Similar galactic patterns covered the blue fur coat that concealed the humanoid's body, and upon a closer look, seemed to move as if the two halves of it were connected to his back like a pair of fluffy insect wings. This, combined with the black bug antennae sticking out from his tophat's brim, suggested that the four-armed humanoid was some kind of moth. A faint gold shimmer surrounded him, like wisps of smoke in the air.
– Thirdly, a female sat to the left, looking the shortest and, ironically enough, most human-like of the trio. She had rich brown skin, ordinary white eyes with pale blue irises, and lengthy fluffy hair, colored a cerize red with white streaks, tied into a pair of large pigtails. Her black-lipped mouth had a few sharp fangs, but the teeth otherwise had a perfectly normal square shape. The woman wore a long-sleeved black vest, opened to show off a short black top underneath, decorated with a pair of golden heart symbols; her midriff was bared. The same logo was present on her person as well, in the shape of shiny square earrings, but the V was colored white, slanted, and split into several stylized rectangles of varying length. White sewing strings constantly danced inbetween the sharp-nailed fingers of one hand, while the other was clutching a fancy smartphone with a white case – and the woman was busy staring down at the screen, only sparing Charlie an annoyed glance when the latter spoke up:
"Um... hi...!" the Princess smiled and shyly waved at the three. In response, the pigtailed female scoffed and shook her head, while the two males smiled wider; they seemed friendly for the most part, but something about their gazes was a little unnerving.
The TV head, who seemed to be the trio's "leader", answered the young demoness with that same baritone voice she'd heard from the drone and the security camera: "Ahh, glad to see you made it, miss Morningstar! Please, have a seat."
Now, his voice was even clearer, but still laden with a hint of television static and audio artifacting... At least, that's the closest thing Charlie had to a description, she didn't really know much about that stuff. Anyway...
"Thank you," the Princess chirped and sat down behind her end of the table, setting her notes down in front of herself. "Nice to meet you three, misters and miss...?"
"Ah, right. Our apologies for not introducing ourselves," the TV head nodded, and gestured to himself with an open palm. "You may simply refer to me as... Vox! Winner, self-made trillionaire, CEO of my own company VoxTek – that's me!" His screen flickered slightly as he then pointed over to the four-armed moth. "Now this fellow over here is my oldest business partner and a dear friend – Valentino~!"
"Nice to meet you, princesá," the moth greeted, flashing a cordial smile and winking at Charlie.
"And this spunky gal here–" Vox then crooned, laying a hand across the pigtailed woman's shoulder, who only sharply exhaled through her nose in response. "–is our resident social media addict, Velvette! Together–"
”Together we're known as the Vees,” Velvette interrupted, finishing his little diatribe for him in a deadpan manner, and rolled her eyes. ”Anyway, blah blah blah, nice to meet you, princess, and – oh yeah, we're also in charge of the Exterminations.” She 'hmph'ed in response to the dirty looks the other two gave her. ”What? She probably knows anyway, so what's the harm in telling?”
Charlie, meanwhile, remained quiet, studying the trio's appearances with widened eyes. "Ahh.. Hellooooo? Vox to Princess?" the TV-headed Winner inquired with a quirked eyebrow, and was about to reach out with a clawed hand to nudge her shoulder, when the young Morningstar came out of her trance, a look of recognition in her eyes. "I remember you guys," she drew out. "I think you used to be... Overlords...? Down here, I mean..."
"Yes, that's... true," Vox replied with a slow nod. "What does that have to do with anything?"
To his and the other Vees' surprise, a joyful smile found its way to Charlie's lips. "So you three have managed to reach Heaven! Ohh, this is perfect! This has to do with what I wanted to talk with you guys about! Listen, I have this project and I think it's a really groundbreaking idea and it could totally change a lot of things in both our worlds for the better–"
"Woah." Vox raised a hand to silence her. "Slow your roll. What project? What are you talking about?"
The Princess stuttered for a moment, but then cleared her throat, and spread open her stack of notes, unveiling its crayon drawing contents to the Vees' unimpressed gazes. "..the Happy Hotel! A safe place where Sinners can escape their life of sin, change for the better and redeem themselves so they can reach Heaven!"
"Redeem... themselves?" the TV head slowly repeated, blinking several times as if he was having a hard time believing what he just heard. But Charlie didn't notice his apprehension, and cheerfully nodded. "Yep, that's right!" After a moment she added: "...I-I think it could be a good alternative to the Exterminations..."
Contrary to her expectations, the trio of ex-Overlords didn't receive the idea well. Vox closed his eyes, deeply inhaling and then releasing a long-suffering sigh as his hands briefly tensed into fists. Valentino shook his head with a disappointed-sounding mutter of "Are you serious, chicà...?", while Velvette clicked her tongue in irritation and sneered ”Miss us with that dumb shit.”
"I-I don't understand..." Charlie mumbled, dumbly staring between them all. "What... seems to be the problem-?"
Vox opened his eyes and answered her with a frown, a bit of extra TV static creeping into his voice. "The problem... is that redemption is impossible."
"B-But you're right here, you're living proof-!" the Princess pointed her arm toward them. "You were Sinners and you've reached Heaven–"
"And what part of that says we're "redeemed", princesà?" Valentino interrupted her, sharply slicing one of his four hands through the air. "Is it the halos above our heads?" The moth reached up to tap his with a sharp nail, scowling all the while. "No... The answer is we're NOT redeemed. We've too many fuckin' sins to our name to ever even HOPE for something like that, you understand?" His blue eyes narrowed. "It's by Heaven mercy that we were even ALLOWED past the Pearly Gates!"
"But that's just semantics-!" Charlie shouted, standing up from her seat a little. "They let you in for a good reason, didn't they? You guys clearly understand you did wrong things, and–and you did something GOOD to make up for it-!"
"So what if we understand we did wrong?" Vox spoke up next, his golden eyes twitching slightly, pupils beginning to twist into spirals. "Our sinful deeds still far outweigh whatever good we did; doesn't matter if we know it or not."
"B-But–"
"Here's a newsflash, Princess," he leaned in, voice deepening as his screen briefly flickered. "Having an epiphany does NOT acquit us. We still have a LOT to atone for – both in the eyes of God, and in the eyes of Adam, the First Father whose family - our own siblings - we've spent so long hurting. That's why we lead the Exterminations. It's our PENANCE."
"Penance...!? You call slaughtering your former neighbors, recording it all like some sick gameshow... PENANCE?!" Charlie was hyperventilating at this point, just barely holding back her sheer outrage.
Vox, however, just grinned menacingly. "Well, no one said we couldn't have our own fun along the way~"
"Y-You... You think Heaven will just... ALLOW you to keep doing this!?" the Princess screamed, only to hear a snicker coming from Velvette, and glared in her direction.
The pigtailed Winner just held a hand to her mouth and let out another small laugh, before addressing Charlie with a mocking smirk: ”Oh, honey, don't tell me you've never heard of ragebait before.”
"I... What-?" For a moment, the Morningstar's wrath disappeared, replaced by confusion.
Velvette just shook her head and continued, smirk widening further. ”All we have to do is show people the nasty things our so-called "former neighbors" get up to. You know, things like cannibalism, torture, rape, pedophilia... And wanna know the best part? We don't have to fake SHIT!” She cackled gleefully. ”Everyone down here is just that awful! Ever since we started doing this, Winners have been signing up by the droves to become Exorcists – cuz they wanna be the ones to butcher all of these sick fucks... and maybe earn some perks while they're at it.“
"Safe to say it's the most lucrative idea we've ever had," Vox added smugly, and Valentino nodded along with a "si, si"; none of them taking their eyes off the Princess.
So, when she finally snapped, eyes turning fully red, flames dancing in the air around her, and lashed out at the trio with a rage-filled screech, as her notes went flying everywhere – it came as no surprise that a large cloud of pink smoke released by the moth suddenly enveloped her, choking her lungs with a sweet aftertaste. Charlie sputtered and coughed, her vision blurring, and tried to swing her fist at where she thought Vox was, but it never got the chance to connect. White strings lashed out from somewhere within the smoke, tightly wrapping around her limbs and constricting them tighter than iron-cast chains ever could. As the Princess struggled against them in vain, she was surrounded by crackling cyan lightning; an electric force that somehow physically lifted her and dragged her out of the meeting room, through the hallway, out of the lobby and finally threw her to the ground right outside the doors to the Embassy, which slid closed with a hiss.
Growling madly, Charlie finally managed to tear her way out of the strings and threw herself at the glass doors, trying to bust them down so she could find the Vees and rip the callous bastards to shreds. But no matter how hard she struck and kicked and punched and clawed with all of her demonic might, the doors didn't budge a bit; her rage only worsened by the three Winners' mocking laughter from within, that nonetheless soon faded off into nothingness, as did her strength. With a final punch to the glass, Charlie dropped to her knees in exhaustion and despair, as anguished sobs began wracking her body. The brief, yet cruel interaction had completely shattered her idealistic worldview, and now she wasn't even sure if redeeming Sinners wouldn't just bring more harm down the line, if Heaven wouldn't simply conscript them into service as they did with the Vees.
But as she sat there, a single thought formed in her mind, one thing she could take solace in being sure of – those three monsters did not deserve Heaven. No... they didn't even deserve to live.
This same thing happened the next year, and the year after that, and every following year. Next, Charlie noted that even some of the actual fighters began gradually phasing their practical weaponry (spears, swords, halberds, ordinary firearms, et cetera) in favor of more... experimental equipment – sickles, tridents, bizarre guns like a double-barrel shotgun that had under its barrels a sharp blade at the end of a lengthy chain, that could be shot out like a grappling hook. One year, the Princess bore unlucky witness to how the Exorcist wielding this horrific weapon impaled a Sinner on the "hook" and flew high up above the city, before retracting the blade and dropping him from what must have been at least a mile up.
Every year, the amount of angels with unorthodox armaments grew, their behavior becoming appalling – treating the Extermination as some kind of "safari", a twisted game where they could hurt Sinners in the most inventive and cruel of ways, while their "cameramen" were there to capture it all... It was in the late 2000's when the drones showed up. Humming, remote-controlled miniature killing machines that darted around the Pentagram on rotors & jet engines, either gunning victims down or blowing them up with a well-dropped grenade... or with a suicide charge. That was the last straw for Charlotte, and she began seeking out a way to help the population of Hell and perhaps prevent the Exterminations, which had become little more than cruel entertainment... for whom, she did not know or want to imagine. But surely Heaven as a whole could not approve of this madness... right..?
That was the thought racing through Charlie's mind as she stood at the foot of the Heaven Embassy, at the center of Pentagram City. She recalled one day in her childhood, back before her father had become a depressive recluse, when he had taken her to see the building. It was a little intimidating even back then, and certainly opulent, but its classical marble architecture was unmistakably Heavenly. The concrete & glass spire that towered over her today... simply wasn't, looking more like a skyscraper belonging to some large business firm than a governmental building, with only the golden paint of the outer walls being a reminder of which realm it belonged to. With a sigh of trepidation, the young Morningstar neatly adjusted the stack of notes in her hand, and began approaching the sliding glass doors serving as an entrance.
As she did so, on her left, a small black drone flew into view from above, with the unmistakable hum of several rotors, and suddenly shone some kind of bright light into her face. Charlie froze, fully expecting to be fired upon any second now, only for a robotic voice, a digitized deep baritone, to come from the drone:
VISITOR IDENTIFIED. CHARLOTTE. MORNINGSTAR. PRINCESS OF HELL. *bzzzzzzt* PROCEED.
With that, the unmanned aircraft made a 180° turn and flew off, somewhere up to the Embassy's roof; as it left, the demoness noted a logo on its side – a golden capital V with a white outline on a light-blue square background. Filing this small detail away in the back of her mind, she proceeded to finally enter, the glass doors sliding open for her with a hissing noise.
Inside, the Embassy was surprisingly more decorated than the outside. The empty lobby's walls were still concrete, but painted a vibrant blue, and the floor was composed of beige marble tiles. There was an adjacent hallway off to the right, and the unmistakable steel doors of several elevators to the left. A few potted plants stood in the corners of the room, and right above, Charlie could spot security cameras looking right at her, like a mechanical hydra's eyes. Overlooking it all was that same V logo, emblezoned on a diagonally slanted upper section of the wall that reached to the ceiling. All in all, this place looked like the entrance to some bank or office building than it did an embassy; but as the Princess took it all in, the same voice she heard from the drone sounded out from one corner, right where a security camera was.
There you are, Princess. Your father told us you'd be coming. Go into that hallway on your right, and walk into Room 13. They're all labelled, you can't miss it. Don't keep us waiting.
This time, it sounded clearer, more... like an actual person. Charlie surmised if the drone outside belonged to whoever this was, then they must have simply recorded audio of themselves for the aircraft to play. But this was no time to ruminate, and without further ado, she followed the voice's instructions, heading into the hallway and finding the right room within a few seconds. She briefly hesitated, but eventually opened the door and stepped inside.
The Princess found herself in what looked like a meeting room, with a large black onyx-pattern table and several plush leather seats on either side. But what caught her attention were the three tall figures sat on the other end of the table, staring at her expectantly:
– First, in the middle, there was a tall... person?... with what was clearly a dark-colored flat-screen TV serving as a head, the screen showing an eerily smiling mouth full of sharp cyan teeth and a pair of golden eyes with white pupils, all on a glowing blue background. On top of his (theirs?) head sat a small white tophat with a golden signal wave emblem, the black TV antennae sticking out on top and ending in small blue sp. Above even them, there floated a cyan halo with a lightning-shaped "crown" He wore a flowing white suit with vertical golden stripes, partially opened to reveal a striped white-&-blue shirt, as well as a gold bowtie around his dark-skinned neck. The TV man's hands were similarly dark-gray, and his fingers ended in sharp blue claws, which occasionally sparked with small arcs of visible, cyan electricity. Charlie had also noted the same V logo that was on the drone, emblezoned on the right side of his suit.
– Off to the right sat an even-taller four-armed humanoid, with lavender skin, a grinning mouth full of golden fangs, and deep-blue eyes without any pupils, hidden behind heart-shaped glasses with purple lenses. His head, similarly to the TV man, was adorned with a tophat, though this one was much wider & taller, colored a dark blue with a starry pattern, as well as that same logo, though the V was all fancy & curved, colored a deep purple, as was the swirling halo above him. Similar galactic patterns covered the blue fur coat that concealed the humanoid's body, and upon a closer look, seemed to move as if the two halves of it were connected to his back like a pair of fluffy insect wings. This, combined with the black bug antennae sticking out from his tophat's brim, suggested that the four-armed humanoid was some kind of moth. A faint gold shimmer surrounded him, like wisps of smoke in the air.
– Thirdly, a female sat to the left, looking the shortest and, ironically enough, most human-like of the trio. She had rich brown skin, ordinary white eyes with pale blue irises, and lengthy fluffy hair, colored a cerize red with white streaks, tied into a pair of large pigtails. Her black-lipped mouth had a few sharp fangs, but the teeth otherwise had a perfectly normal square shape. The woman wore a long-sleeved black vest, opened to show off a short black top underneath, decorated with a pair of golden heart symbols; her midriff was bared. The same logo was present on her person as well, in the shape of shiny square earrings, but the V was colored white, slanted, and split into several stylized rectangles of varying length. White sewing strings constantly danced inbetween the sharp-nailed fingers of one hand, while the other was clutching a fancy smartphone with a white case – and the woman was busy staring down at the screen, only sparing Charlie an annoyed glance when the latter spoke up:
"Um... hi...!" the Princess smiled and shyly waved at the three. In response, the pigtailed female scoffed and shook her head, while the two males smiled wider; they seemed friendly for the most part, but something about their gazes was a little unnerving.
The TV head, who seemed to be the trio's "leader", answered the young demoness with that same baritone voice she'd heard from the drone and the security camera: "Ahh, glad to see you made it, miss Morningstar! Please, have a seat."
Now, his voice was even clearer, but still laden with a hint of television static and audio artifacting... At least, that's the closest thing Charlie had to a description, she didn't really know much about that stuff. Anyway...
"Thank you," the Princess chirped and sat down behind her end of the table, setting her notes down in front of herself. "Nice to meet you three, misters and miss...?"
"Ah, right. Our apologies for not introducing ourselves," the TV head nodded, and gestured to himself with an open palm. "You may simply refer to me as... Vox! Winner, self-made trillionaire, CEO of my own company VoxTek – that's me!" His screen flickered slightly as he then pointed over to the four-armed moth. "Now this fellow over here is my oldest business partner and a dear friend – Valentino~!"
"Nice to meet you, princesá," the moth greeted, flashing a cordial smile and winking at Charlie.
"And this spunky gal here–" Vox then crooned, laying a hand across the pigtailed woman's shoulder, who only sharply exhaled through her nose in response. "–is our resident social media addict, Velvette! Together–"
”Together we're known as the Vees,” Velvette interrupted, finishing his little diatribe for him in a deadpan manner, and rolled her eyes. ”Anyway, blah blah blah, nice to meet you, princess, and – oh yeah, we're also in charge of the Exterminations.” She 'hmph'ed in response to the dirty looks the other two gave her. ”What? She probably knows anyway, so what's the harm in telling?”
Charlie, meanwhile, remained quiet, studying the trio's appearances with widened eyes. "Ahh.. Hellooooo? Vox to Princess?" the TV-headed Winner inquired with a quirked eyebrow, and was about to reach out with a clawed hand to nudge her shoulder, when the young Morningstar came out of her trance, a look of recognition in her eyes. "I remember you guys," she drew out. "I think you used to be... Overlords...? Down here, I mean..."
"Yes, that's... true," Vox replied with a slow nod. "What does that have to do with anything?"
To his and the other Vees' surprise, a joyful smile found its way to Charlie's lips. "So you three have managed to reach Heaven! Ohh, this is perfect! This has to do with what I wanted to talk with you guys about! Listen, I have this project and I think it's a really groundbreaking idea and it could totally change a lot of things in both our worlds for the better–"
"Woah." Vox raised a hand to silence her. "Slow your roll. What project? What are you talking about?"
The Princess stuttered for a moment, but then cleared her throat, and spread open her stack of notes, unveiling its crayon drawing contents to the Vees' unimpressed gazes. "..the Happy Hotel! A safe place where Sinners can escape their life of sin, change for the better and redeem themselves so they can reach Heaven!"
"Redeem... themselves?" the TV head slowly repeated, blinking several times as if he was having a hard time believing what he just heard. But Charlie didn't notice his apprehension, and cheerfully nodded. "Yep, that's right!" After a moment she added: "...I-I think it could be a good alternative to the Exterminations..."
Contrary to her expectations, the trio of ex-Overlords didn't receive the idea well. Vox closed his eyes, deeply inhaling and then releasing a long-suffering sigh as his hands briefly tensed into fists. Valentino shook his head with a disappointed-sounding mutter of "Are you serious, chicà...?", while Velvette clicked her tongue in irritation and sneered ”Miss us with that dumb shit.”
"I-I don't understand..." Charlie mumbled, dumbly staring between them all. "What... seems to be the problem-?"
Vox opened his eyes and answered her with a frown, a bit of extra TV static creeping into his voice. "The problem... is that redemption is impossible."
"B-But you're right here, you're living proof-!" the Princess pointed her arm toward them. "You were Sinners and you've reached Heaven–"
"And what part of that says we're "redeemed", princesà?" Valentino interrupted her, sharply slicing one of his four hands through the air. "Is it the halos above our heads?" The moth reached up to tap his with a sharp nail, scowling all the while. "No... The answer is we're NOT redeemed. We've too many fuckin' sins to our name to ever even HOPE for something like that, you understand?" His blue eyes narrowed. "It's by Heaven mercy that we were even ALLOWED past the Pearly Gates!"
"But that's just semantics-!" Charlie shouted, standing up from her seat a little. "They let you in for a good reason, didn't they? You guys clearly understand you did wrong things, and–and you did something GOOD to make up for it-!"
"So what if we understand we did wrong?" Vox spoke up next, his golden eyes twitching slightly, pupils beginning to twist into spirals. "Our sinful deeds still far outweigh whatever good we did; doesn't matter if we know it or not."
"B-But–"
"Here's a newsflash, Princess," he leaned in, voice deepening as his screen briefly flickered. "Having an epiphany does NOT acquit us. We still have a LOT to atone for – both in the eyes of God, and in the eyes of Adam, the First Father whose family - our own siblings - we've spent so long hurting. That's why we lead the Exterminations. It's our PENANCE."
"Penance...!? You call slaughtering your former neighbors, recording it all like some sick gameshow... PENANCE?!" Charlie was hyperventilating at this point, just barely holding back her sheer outrage.
Vox, however, just grinned menacingly. "Well, no one said we couldn't have our own fun along the way~"
"Y-You... You think Heaven will just... ALLOW you to keep doing this!?" the Princess screamed, only to hear a snicker coming from Velvette, and glared in her direction.
The pigtailed Winner just held a hand to her mouth and let out another small laugh, before addressing Charlie with a mocking smirk: ”Oh, honey, don't tell me you've never heard of ragebait before.”
"I... What-?" For a moment, the Morningstar's wrath disappeared, replaced by confusion.
Velvette just shook her head and continued, smirk widening further. ”All we have to do is show people the nasty things our so-called "former neighbors" get up to. You know, things like cannibalism, torture, rape, pedophilia... And wanna know the best part? We don't have to fake SHIT!” She cackled gleefully. ”Everyone down here is just that awful! Ever since we started doing this, Winners have been signing up by the droves to become Exorcists – cuz they wanna be the ones to butcher all of these sick fucks... and maybe earn some perks while they're at it.“
"Safe to say it's the most lucrative idea we've ever had," Vox added smugly, and Valentino nodded along with a "si, si"; none of them taking their eyes off the Princess.
So, when she finally snapped, eyes turning fully red, flames dancing in the air around her, and lashed out at the trio with a rage-filled screech, as her notes went flying everywhere – it came as no surprise that a large cloud of pink smoke released by the moth suddenly enveloped her, choking her lungs with a sweet aftertaste. Charlie sputtered and coughed, her vision blurring, and tried to swing her fist at where she thought Vox was, but it never got the chance to connect. White strings lashed out from somewhere within the smoke, tightly wrapping around her limbs and constricting them tighter than iron-cast chains ever could. As the Princess struggled against them in vain, she was surrounded by crackling cyan lightning; an electric force that somehow physically lifted her and dragged her out of the meeting room, through the hallway, out of the lobby and finally threw her to the ground right outside the doors to the Embassy, which slid closed with a hiss.
Growling madly, Charlie finally managed to tear her way out of the strings and threw herself at the glass doors, trying to bust them down so she could find the Vees and rip the callous bastards to shreds. But no matter how hard she struck and kicked and punched and clawed with all of her demonic might, the doors didn't budge a bit; her rage only worsened by the three Winners' mocking laughter from within, that nonetheless soon faded off into nothingness, as did her strength. With a final punch to the glass, Charlie dropped to her knees in exhaustion and despair, as anguished sobs began wracking her body. The brief, yet cruel interaction had completely shattered her idealistic worldview, and now she wasn't even sure if redeeming Sinners wouldn't just bring more harm down the line, if Heaven wouldn't simply conscript them into service as they did with the Vees.
But as she sat there, a single thought formed in her mind, one thing she could take solace in being sure of – those three monsters did not deserve Heaven. No... they didn't even deserve to live.
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Oh I just noticed just like with The Steven Universe Thread it became a griefing thread. It should've been called grieving instead for what could've been.
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Just random thought dumping, but I still think about how if Stella had proper writing she could of been an interesting villain, in my head I always thought a more "tragic/sympathetic" angle could have been fitting. Especially if its implied she was forced to marry Stolas, or maybe shown they did love each other at some point and Stolas cheating on her hurt her greatly and she's just masking that with anger and hatred. At least in my head, I think that would have been the most logical approach; instead just feels like a total cop-out to write her as "always being evil" just to make it look like Stolas was a victim of abuse instead. If your doing a show like this, I think it feels pretty important that you have your villains fleshed out and developed. Especially one that is considered one of the main antagonist, but no; of fucking course not. Viv is a hack who can't write for shit, she can only write gay faggotry and daddy issues. She is only really a vessel used to make Stolas look better and an "uwu poor wittle victim of abuse" than anything else.
I think "being evil for the sake of it" can work to a degree, but it depends on the context and the way your character is written, Stella feels like she would fall into the "tragic/sympathetic" archetype perfectly; but with how she is now, she just comes across as flat and nothing more. I wish she could be shown actually caring for Octavia or moments that are genuine, rather than just doing things to spite Stolas (to be fair, he had all this coming to him so; the more bad shit that happens to him the better). As predictable as it goes, Octavia will probably forgive StolASS in the next season because gotta fuel the fujo shit.
I think "being evil for the sake of it" can work to a degree, but it depends on the context and the way your character is written, Stella feels like she would fall into the "tragic/sympathetic" archetype perfectly; but with how she is now, she just comes across as flat and nothing more. I wish she could be shown actually caring for Octavia or moments that are genuine, rather than just doing things to spite Stolas (to be fair, he had all this coming to him so; the more bad shit that happens to him the better). As predictable as it goes, Octavia will probably forgive StolASS in the next season because gotta fuel the fujo shit.
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For all intents and purposes, the major factor in a villain is how the protagonist is depicted in response of their actions. Stella is a prime example of doing it poorly in this "BoJack-esque" show, where her villainy is so abhorrent that StolASS can be seen as a tragic victim we want to give hugs and kisses t
. Blitzo and Fizz is another example, as despite that the former nearly got the latter killed and made him lose his limbs, he's s
srry, especially since he did try to apologize, but the mysterious entity LIED to both of them, so FUCK whoever that was; all blame and hate goes to them.Walter White from Breaking Bad is one of the most acclaimed protagonists on television, and part of that is because he is a horrible person, and the show treats him as such. Most of the antagonists in Breaking Bad are monstrous criminals, and the audience does root for Walter to take them out, but the difference is that they still acknowledge that Walter isn't the "hero" of the story; all of the horrible shit that happens to him is his own doing, and the show and the audience do reprehend him on that fact.
Point is, Stolas (and others too, but this is a discussion about Creepy Bird Dick) is a shitty person who does shitty things, but the show paints him as a "merely flawed individual who means well", and by making Stella one note evil, it's more overtly apparent. People will find whatever excuse to defend what he does, bringing up the struggles HE suffered through, and make everyone who presents even the smallest animosity towards him the ones in the wrong.
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Stella being an over the top angry character works in season 1 since it was still a comedy, playing that comedic character up for serious drama is not going to work when she doesn't really evolve but in fact gets more cartoonishly stupid.
Stella is just a wattpad evil woman, I won't be surprised if they pull something out the ass about how she's secretly just jealous and wants Blitzo for herself given this hackneyed writing is prime for the type of show Helluva Boss is
Stella is just a wattpad evil woman, I won't be surprised if they pull something out the ass about how she's secretly just jealous and wants Blitzo for herself given this hackneyed writing is prime for the type of show Helluva Boss is
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Helluva Boss more like Hellagay Pozz
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Because Viv decided to change the trajectory of her show from being a dark comedy about imps assassinating people on earth to a soap opera political-esque romantic drama about the relationship of a sad prince and his sex peasant. And instead of slowly changing the format like other shows would do, we're instead hit with this new change with a bag of bricks. And anything that happened before this drastic change has either been forgotten or warped to fit this new narrative.
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So, apparently leaks fo S3 happened. Among 'em was a scene of Andre and Blitz talking at some costume partay and Octavia is there looking kinda freaked out.
any images, links, or archives?
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The leaks are on tiktok. Manage to snag the link here https://www.tiktok.com/discover/helluva-boss-sneak-peek-season-3