#helles belles

[angel-of-unrest]

If the afterlife isn't like Helles Belles by Jaysea I'm going to be absolutely devastated

I need to beat the shit out of rapists and corrupt pastors and I need to either fuck a hot succubus or become one

[conspiracyofcorvids]

HE HAS MORE DUCKS.

[thefoxesraven]

Hells Belles 👀👀👀

WIP Wednesday 10/04/23 (CLOSED) | Helles Belles

Seth took a deep breath and stood up once again. He decided to try to find a bathroom to wash his face. That would set him straight. Get him back on track. He found it right next to the bedroom. He looked around slightly before spotting the sink and he washed his face, calming down the more he rubbed his face with the extremely nice soap and warm water. He stood up straighter and found himself not recognizing the person he found staring back in the mirror. Their features were soft and feminine, his bleached hair was no longer bleached. Instead, it was extremely healthy, and his mousey brown hair was a deeper redder brown. . . like his momma’s hair but better. His hair was long, went to his chest where he was well endowed. His heart raced at every new feature. He looked like a woman. He wasn’t a woman. This wasn’t him. It wasn’t. It couldn’t. He needed help. He needed to find out if this was a joke.

Within his panic he existed the cabin and kept running till he met another door and exited that too. He ran out and nearly ran into a kind older woman who was holding a coffee mug.

“Oh, watch out dear—oh honey, are you okay? Did a family member pass?” She asked him and he shook his head.

“N-no um, I’m sorry, you wouldn’t know where I could receive help about this,” Seth asked the kind woman, and she tilted her head and looked confused as he gestured to the foreign body he was in.

“I do know where you can receive help, but uh, what exactly is the problem dear?” She answered and Seth looked around trying to put it into words.

“I wasn’t a woman when I—I died a man, this, this isn’t me,” Seth said frantically, and the woman’s eyes raised, and she gave him a very sympathetic look.

“Well, let’s go to the Hellp Desk, in fact I work there and I’m heading there now.” She said and Seth felt like he was in the presents of a kinder version of his mom. “I’m Judy by the way.”

“Seth,” Seth said back, and she chuckled a bit before hooking Seth’s arm with her own.

“You certainly don’t look like a Seth,” She chuckled, and it made Seth chuckle as well. He never identified with his name because it was his father’s. Yet something else seems to be going on with that fact.

[animerunner]

2023: The year apparently hopefully all of the major couples in series I love get their weddings

[conspiracyofcorvids]

Tech Support John’s Autistic Traits

( kinda just an excuse to infodumo about him )

In his first episode (Part 340 ), he is shown with an extreme tone deficient voice. The main way we see his emotions is through his eyes and body language.

He also explains his reason for coming to the help desk despite having his paradise is everything was too comfortable, this says hes used to an amount of chaos and uncomfortableness. Changes with autistic people tend to make them feel uncomfortable and stresses them out, so being put in a new situation like that would definitely make him uncomfortable as he no longer has that chaos to keep him sane and or occupied.

He very literal, and extremely direct. In part 425, he directly says he’s leaving and makes no effort to hide his agitation at Carl ( The Catholic ) and Stan ( The Protestant ). He says “Oh my god. I’m going home.” In part 436, he openly says no to a soul and continues his phone call without worry of what the soul thinks of him. He is direct about his needs and often doesn’t care how his words make others feel, it became such as problem that it wounded him up in therapy down in hell. In part 410 he is very open and obvious when it comes to talking about his job with the romance authors, he says there are no sexy aspects of his job and he sticks by that statement.

He is confirmed Demi-sexual ( part 396 ), According to the Harley Therapy Mental Health Blog, it found that Autistic teens and adults were more likely to identify as asexual or “other” sexuality wise. Asexuality and the entire Asexual spectrum is not new to the autistic community and those who are not asexual but are autistic still have a high chance of identifying somewhere on the lgbtq+ spectrum. In part 423, he has no reaction to extremely sexual music and keeps his face deadpan despite the reactions of the others at the desk.

In part 391 he gets a gift from the deities, it’s a duck in a shark nose. In 392 he expresses his concern that he is being gifted something for the hopes of the other party getting something from him. Angel shuts down those beliefs and he is seen holding it in almost every episode he stars in. In part 410 a romance author gifted him another duck which we see later has gained a hat.

He is extremely attached to these ducks as in episode 425 he tells Stan and Carl to not look at his touch nor touch the things on his desk. Him not wanting them to touch anything on his desk points to him having everything in a spot that he wants / his desk being his comfort area and the thoughts of others disturbing that peace makes him uncomfortable.

He vocal stims with “Have you turned it off and back on again” often saying it in moments where it’s not necessarily needed. He physically stims by hitting his head with his duck as seen in part 397.

He defines himself by his job and disregards things such as religion ( part 425 ) for tech support. Technology and Tech in general seems to be his special interest as he not only genuinely defines himself by it, he talks to other people in Tech Support about it specifically in groups ( information given by Sharkie in part 397 ).

TL;DR : Tech support John shows a lot of Autistic Traits so Autistic Tech Support John Supremacy.

[thefoxesraven]

let me have some hells belle's au pls?

WIP Wednesday 10/04/23 (CLOSED) | Helles Belles

Seth was alone. He stared at the door. He pushed open the door and he suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe as he felt his file disappear from his hand and was blinded by a light—and was then witnessing all of his biggest life events.

His first kiss with his best friend Nicoli in 4th grade. The beating he received after his momma was informed of it. The days sitting on the Exy court sidelines watching his older brother Jeremy practice after school. His own practices. His high school coach he started to view as a father figure. The day he found out the coach had moved. The day he overdosed at 17. Jeremy was sitting at his bedside looking like he had been sobbing when he woke up. Jeremy getting him a therapist and antidepressants. Coach Wymack signing him onto the Foxes. His freshman year. The party he truly met and saved Allison at. That first night with Allison after the fact. Evey fight with Allison. Matt’s freshmen year. My cousin’s Freshman year. Every hateful word he spun to Nicky out of fear from his roommates. Every word he spued at Nicky because he didn’t know how to apologize and doubling down was his instinct. Meeting Neil. Getting into a fight with Kevin. His Death.

He wasn’t in the room anymore. No, he found himself in a forest standing in front of a cabin. Seth slowly walked up the steps and he opened the door. Hearing tones of squeaking from a side room. He turned following the noise, not even having noticed his file was once again in his hands. He was greeted with a sanctuary of flying foxes. Seth could have cried. He quickly went to find the kitchen. When he got there, he found a prepped bowl of fruit. He ran back to the bat room and laughed as he got there, but that wasn’t right. His voice didn’t sound like that. He ignored it and he held the bowl as he fed every single bat in the sanctuary. He fed each one and there was no fruit left, so we went inside to wash the bowl.

[thefoxesraven]

I can't make decisions either, so dealer's choice!

The Rose D4 has spoken! Helles Belles!

WIP Wednesday 10/04/23 (Open) | Dealer's Choice/Helles Belles

“Yes and no,” Seth blinked a bit as he calmed down and the man handed him a manila folder. “What is this?”

“Your file, it tells everything about your life. Every decision, every mistake, every action.” The man said calmly and with a smile. “It’s how I knew your name.”

Seth stared at the folder that seemed quite thin to hold his life in his hands. “What do I do now?”

“Well, you Seth, have choices.” The man said then stood up and started to explain. “You can go to the void, and there you’ll just stop existing. Many of those who share my faith chose that end, because we don’t believe there is an afterlife. It brings them more comfort.”

Seth nodded and the thought of just not existing terrified him more than comforted him. He wanted the other option.

“Then the other option is universal judgment. You’ll be judged by whatever belief system you lived by in your life. Then you have your fate. You’ll either be sent to your paradise or be sent to Hell.”

[thefoxesraven]

Also hell's belles BC I already saw some of your cool stuff from that

WIP Wednesday 10/04/23 (CLOSED) | Helles Belles

Before the blinding white light of the entrance hall and emptiness, it was the dim yellow lights of a bar bathroom and panic and terror. Terror as Seth had felt himself loose feeling in his lower legs. Panic as he collapsed and hit his head against one of the sinks. There was guilt that rose when he started to feel himself lose air, and his heart quickened. It wasn't what overdosing felt like — he felt that before. This was worse and it hurt and scared him so much because he knew he wasn't coming back this time. God, his baby brother. Jackson. God. He broke that promise. He broke it. His little brother won’t even know. What was his brother going to do? Please let the treatment work. Mr. and Dr. Wilson please keep him safe. He was so sorry he couldn’t keep his promise. And now he didn’t feel any of that.

He didn’t feel anything. It couldn’t be described as apathy, only emptiness. It was an absence of all feelings and emotions. He took a scan of the area. It was so typical. There were tall strong white marble columns everywhere. They towered over and seemingly went on forever. Seth then found his feet moving towards the front where a long desk stood stretching. Not infinitely so as the columns seemed too. Seth was brought out of his thoughts when a kind voice spoke to him.

“Bryan Seth Gordon Jr.? Welcome to the afterlife, this is the Front Deskth.” Seth’s attention snapped to the man who was wearing a turtleneck and a golden star of David.