#qveenofgluttony

[the-smallest-star]

Prince of Thorns

Gritt's theme for the ball

[sweet-chimera]

// Theres too many of you bitches to tag but enjoy shittily drawn "Goober Versions" Of your muses

[sinfuldxgenerates]

@qveenofgluttony || Cont. from Here

            Belphegor would let out a curious hum before continuing. ❝ I'm sure it has been, especially with being at odds with your mother. It cannot be easy but she choose her path as did Asmodeus and Athan. Unfortunate, but that's the point we are at. I do hope Charlotte will see reason not to trust Heaven and come home. She'll likely be the only one who'd get them to yield from this foolish endeavor. ❞

           She would then flash her a soft smile. ❝ Neither the less, let's not harp more on things we cannot change. I do believe congratulations on your engagement is in order. ❞ The Sin would take Beelza's hand and hold it gently in hers. ❝ I do believe you will be a strong Queen, perhaps one we could need right now, but I do hope this is something you do truly want and not a decision out of desire for Satan's happiness? I want nothing more than that for him, but you are a person with your own wants and needs as well, Beelza… ❞

[elxgantcaptain]

@qveenofgluttony continued x

Little man is going to be blushing HARD at his discovery and by a giant gorgeous monster woman of all things. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Forgive the intrusion none the less, madam," He removed his flamboyant feathered and flowered hat. "It was not my intention to attend but then outside looking in... It looked too grand and beautiful not to!"

[angie-long-legs]

... 💚 whose writing speaks the most to me ... 🩵 who comes up with the most fun plots ... 🫀 who really keeps the community together ... ♥️ what i like the most about my own writing

POSITIVITY MUNDAY - send me any of these emojis and i'll tell you…

... 💚 whose writing speaks the most to me

@televeyesing has such a great take on vox and I absolutely love their style of writing! I love the little insights into vox's head and the way they incorporate things like vox's dumb drawings and his repressed queerness into the narrative. 10/10 I loveeeeee.

... 🩵 who comes up with the most fun plots

I think the most fun plots I've had so far are with @hazbinned for our sleepover thread, and @sirserpentine for our sobriety one! I can really lean into the humour and have fun >:) it totally feels like playing!

... 🫀 who really keeps the community together

I'd have to say @qveenofgluttony for the masquerade ball event - although I didn't partake this year, it was so nice seeing everyone joining in and having fun, and I revived I thread I had for it from last year!

... ♥️ what i like the most about my own writing

I've answered this here BUT another thing I like and often feel proud of is my dialogue. and it absolutely stumps me sometimes - I will agonise over it and hate what I end up with. but there are times when it flows naturally or I come up with something I'm really happy with, and I always feel pretty proud of that.

[houseofasmodeus]

@qveenofgluttony asked:

"There you are!" Beelzebub heaved out a sigh of relief as she rushed to Ozzie's side. She was not content to sit idly by and wait in the safe house. Not when she knew Asmodeus was putting his own life on the line by just being here. Granted, his reasons were understandable, but it seems her fears were correct when she saw him in such a battered state. "What happened, darling?" She exclaimed, kneeling down to try and survey the damage done on him.

                  He walked for a good while, far from where that battle with Mammon took place hoping to seek some shelter from the now heavy downpour of rain that was ever so common in his ring. If Mammon was smart, he wouldn't follow him now after Ozzie basically sliced his arm clean off but even if he did, there was no more fight in him to handle him.

Ozzie was exhausted. This whole day was a mess and after learning that Mammon had Fizz prisoner, that only added to the frustration and guilt of all the shit that happened. If it didn't seem as his body was close to passing out any second though he would haste his ass to Greed, no doubt somewhere there he was being held. The keyword being somewhere in Greed, he had no clue where Mammon was keeping his partner and it's doubtful the other Sin was going to make it easy for him.

He finally stumbled over small vacant liquor shop that seen better days, windows shattered and walls beaten. There was some burn marks too. The damage seemed recent but he didn't see any bodies lay around. He could only assume (or at least hoped) that most of his denizens in this area were able to escape before being killed or captured by Satan's men. They likely moved on from this district of Lust from the look of it.

The Sin entered though the window mindful of the glass and debris in his way as he strolled over to the closes surface, grabbing a bottle of bourbon on the way there. Most of his wounds needed some cleaning up, but he had a open gash that still bled. Even if he wasn't going to bleed out, it did need to be taken care of.

He ripped off his shirt sleeve and opened the bottle. He flinched and let out a hiss as he poured it over his wound. It stung like a bitch but it wasn't like he had anything else to clean it out with. He torn off the other sleeve who's lower half was clean-ish, wrapping and tied it around the gash as a makeshift bandage. All of his injuries would heal quickly within the next few days but for now he had to put up with the beating that left his sore.

Ozzie pushed his back to the closes wall and sighed, dropping to the floor as he listlessly glared out into the distance of what is, or at least what's likely left of his ring now in flames. He took a swing at the bottle of bourbon still in hand, facial features winching of the taste of bitter that went down his throat, letting out a cough. Not really his first choice when it came to liquor preferring more sweeter notes, but he guess it'll do right now.

There was nothing more Ozzie could do for Lust. Sure, he could stay and attempt to find survivors and try to get them to safely but he didn't really have anymore energy to commit to that at the moment. He likely shouldn't be hanging around in his ring much longer.

Satan won today, as much as hated to admit that.

He downed the last of the bottle, each gulp being easier than the last before he tossed it aside and rolled off. ❝ Fuck, ❞ he'd mumble out exhaustedly, hands covering his face. In all honestly, Ozzie really had no idea where to go from here. Maybe it was time to get in touch with Beelzebub, to find out where she's-

                                                                       ❝ There you are! ❞

-Or she'd find him.

                             Ozzie took a double take before addressing the other. ❝ Bee," There was a shock in his voice at the sight of her, ❝ What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the safe house? ❞ A stupid question, perhaps, it should be obvious considering it's been a good few hours since he last texted her but...well, it's been a long day to think logically at the moment. Beelzebub kneeled beside him as she fussed over his injuries. He wanted to play it off as no big deal and that he was fine, but they knew each other way too long for her to see easily pass that bullshit.

He humoredly snort at the question. ❝ Better question would be what didn't happen? ❞ Still, he could only defect with humor for so long. A heavy sigh. ❝ I had a run in with Mammon. I think you can guess how well that went. ❞

[snapshotxsinners]

|| Roi's outfit is ready for @qveenofgluttony's Masquerade Ball! He'll also introduce himself under the alias Daaé for the sake of the event, to help keep his identity hidden. It only feels appropriate to do so for a Masquerade, yes? haha ||

[oflostinfound]

It's time for the open mic. She was going to play some piano, but it seems someone else had that covered. So instead she picks up the mic to put on a different performance.

|| 🖤 ||: ♫ Something chronic, bit demonic, I've been on the late shift (All alone, staring at my phone) Sin and tonic, stupid promise, something like a death wish (All alone, stare into my soul)

If I wanna stay alive, you should never cross my mind Yeah, I knew it, I've been through it If I fall in every time, wicked love will leave me blind Yeah, I knew it, I've been through it ♫

She walks around the stage, twirling the cord of the microphone around her fingers. It's a slower deeper version of the original song, but to her it works much better with the general vibe of this ball.

|| 🖤 ||: ♫ Oh God, can you make my heart stop? Hit me with your kill shot, baby I mean it so serious God, can you make my heart stop? Honey, with your kill shot, baby I mean it so serious. ♫

Singing almost like a siren, maybe a touch of magic weaved into the notes. Not to entrance, not intentionally, but to make it echo as it should and carry through the ball room. If anyone particularly enticing gets close to the stage she'll use her tail to drag the tip of her stinger along their jawline. Grinning during any interlude of music and lyrics, until it comes time for the last part of the song,

|| 🖤 ||: ♫ Come and get that Come and get that- Come and get that kill shot, baby I mean it so serious ♫

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