Sluttony 6.0: Freak Flags Fly

[grointothebust]

By now, people came to expect and look forward to Sluttony. They were spaced out pretty alright, brought people together, and were trusted to be fun, thanks to Asmodeus and Beelzebub being the main hosts. The regular hosting it in Pride meant Lucifer was pretty much a main host, too. Fine by them; he got in on the fun and the energy, and they loved seeing their silly little guy thrive.

An interesting suggestion caught Oz's attention; one post pondered if Sluttony could be hosted three times a year instead of two. Valentine's Day and Pride month were big hits and signature holidays for Lust and Pride, with the benefit of being a few months apart. So what if a third was hosted around Halloween? It'd be four months apart, fitting in with the Sluttony schedule so far, could capitalize on all the costumes and candy giving, and would be close enough to Thanksgiving to give Gluttony her time to shine. They could make it about the end of year holiday trifecta, if they wanted to. It was honestly a good idea, and one Oz would run past the others.

But for now, it was time to celebrate pride month. This time of year encouraged people to let all of their beautiful colors shine, and be themselves in a place free of judgment. In fact, giving everyone a chance to shine translated to changing up the usual performances a bit: rather than a stage, this pride month's Sluttony was a parade! Floats for the different flags would proudly march through the streets, with popular names taking their place among their respective flags. A few guests could even walk alongside their floats, if they got themselves painted. Body paints made their return, given their success last year. Bee's guess that people would try to eat it paid off, so she stressed their comeback and met no opposition.

Admittedly, this made the food arrangements a bit difficult. They could be somewhat mitigated with dedicated deliverers, at least, but as always, the Sins wouldn't go through the hassle if they didn't think it was worth it. It was everyone's time to shine, and they deserved to feel beautiful. Come on by and be your freakiest self! You'll be in good company. Dig in and eat out, partygoers.

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Food Truck!

[poppypapillon]

There are a lot of food trucks around, and while not all of them are in the 'spirit' of Pride... making rainbow food CAN be tricky without magic... Denji's food truck is focusing on one treat in particular.

Rainbow cheese! In grilled cheese or quesadilla form. But that's a busy operation for just one person, so Poppy has eagerly joined for the event to help him out. Sorted buckets of cheese with dye, melted and mixed before getting shredded in tubs so that Denji can handle getting the colors lined up or circled through neatly.

Or, if things get particularly busy, Poppy's even gotten good at bouncing between the drinks and register, letting Denji full focus on the grill. One can find both of them working there, typically by hearing Poppy doing her best carnival barking.

"Gay cheese! Gaysadillas! Come get your rainbow grilled cheese here!"

[mansbestend]

The big hellhound had to double over and laugh. His tongue was blue from the 'razzle'berry lemonade he'd mixed up, adding a myriad of colors to drink alongside the cheesy treats.

"I can't believe I never came up with 'gaysadillas'...! One day I'll be super fuckin' smart and have quirky specials names and everything."

[poppypapillon]

"Aww, I like razzleberry! It's whimsical. And whimsy is just as important as puns. No - even MORE important," she giggled, grating more of the pink cheese into a new tin. She used her shoulder to nudge her glasses back up on her face, not wanting to get her fur or the hair she'd carefully pulled into a ponytail all cheesy.

[trust_us_with_your]

Another year, another Pride. God damn it.

Did he number among them? Sure. He'd fucked men. He'd fucked women. But even standing aboard the bisexual-flagged float, waving away and giving his very best (albeit slightly concerning) PR smile, his mind was a million miles away.

Events like these made plenty of money. Say you support the whole thing, rake in the cash, ignore the whining over 'rainbow capitalism' and check the box for the month. It stopped being fun ages ago. The colors were nice, but... this whole thing was too fucking noisy. Why couldn't they all go home and drink, get high and make a big fuckpile or something? Though, that's probably what Lust's king wanted--

Vox breathed his relief when the floats all came to a stop, having run their route. He ignored the ringing in his ears, how much he'd not been looking at the pansexual float- who would even be on there that he'd give a shit about, anyway? And patted the pockets of his coat for the precious pack of cigarettes.

So there he stood, off to the side somewhere, dressed like he was ready for a masquerade. But beneath his ornate mask, the lit cigarette hung loose against a bottom lip as he stared dully at the wall.

Eh.

He should mingle. He guessed.

Maybe once the headache stopped.

[hashtagbitch]

Pride was a... sensitive time of year, now. So close to a certain anniversary that neither she nor Vox wanted to acknowledge. ...Not that they had much of an option: the glaring absence of someone nearly ten feet tall and with a personality that was even taller than that was impossible to ignore.

But Velvette refused to let it stop her - both in a refusal to be unseen during a celebration when new fits could be showcased, and in a refusal to show anyone the impact - a weakness they couldn't afford being straight on about, since they were overlords.

Last year was harder. She, like Vox, somewhat autopiloted through... but this year, her wits were more about her. So it was time to help her idiot white boy keep his head above water, too.

"You'd think these saps wouldn't be able to fuck up a masquerade theme," Velvette whispered conspiratorially, giving Vox's side a little elbow-jab. "That poor bitch over there in the bi colors-- she looks tragic."

[trust_us_with_your]

People had asked, of course. He'd even received a condolence or two this year, far, far less than when the incident was new. But it still frustrated him, blending with his aversion for people randomly approaching him with some attempt to build a sort of 'cred' with him as an overlord.

He couldn't even presume they meant well. None of them were good people, and Vox was certain there was much celebration from the news, just as there would be if he or Velvette were ever erased completely with little to no warning. That's just how things were.

The nudge brought him back to reality. His lips tightened against the cigarette, straightened it out as his shoulders did the same. His eyes turned to see the tragedy for himself.

Vox immediately scrunched his eyes and his mouth. "...Oh, she threw that crap together this morning for sure."

Absently, he offered Velvette the cigarette pack.

[weeabooboo]

"OOH! It's my NUMBER ONE FAN!!!"

Ah. That voice could only be... yep, there she is.

If nothing else, no one could accuse Emberlynn of not getting the 'assignment' for the masquerade section - she's dressed in what definitely feels like the domino-masked love interest from a magical girl anime, though with thigh high stockings and a VERY short miniskirt in lieu of dress pants. The AGGRESSIVELY loudest version of the pan colors were dyed in her hair and tail in stark contrast to the black scene look of her outfit, though.

"HI! Thanks for all the kudos and comments!!! Are the chapters better?? Even saucier?"

[trust_us_with_your]

Huh. Tuxedo cat. Tuxedo Karmen?

Look, he studied anime when it got trendy, okay??

Regardless, Vox flicked away the mostly-smoked cigarette when he heard the voice, startled and moved to quickly recover himself. His heel ground the filter and tobacco to worthlessness as he straightened his lapels, and his screen refreshed.

It was quick, rehearsed for decades. So when he turned to Emberlynn upon her approach, Everything Was Peachy.

"Hah! It's nothing. You need to show appreciation for the artists in your life, right?"

He eased away from the wall. "At any rate- much better! I think the sauce levels are about what I expect... mostly."

He canted his head to be cheeky. "Some were just plain filthy. In a good way! I don't know where the fuck that energy comes from..."

[arachnofeelya]

Letting Sinners in on the fun was always a gamble. Weirdos were inevitable, but if guided enough, it could be manageable. It was worth it for all the extra energy and for the fun. They had their share of celebrities, and featured on the gay float was none other than Angel Dust. Getting a direct invitation from Asmodeus was huge, so he took a good amount of time prettying himself up. Not only did he look great; he felt great.

He'd been performing for himself for a while, and anyone could see he was in his element, even without being completely wasted! He was only a little wasted, and it was all celebratory. Angel didn't want to forget days like this; he was...happy. And he was comfortable with being happy. With every flaunt of his chest fluff or his hips, he made that clear to every onlooker. He was gay as a rainbow and had no plans to change that.

When not in the parade, Angel was happily posing for pictures or enjoying boozy popsicle dicks. Often both; the pics made for good phone backgrounds. Once a whore, always a whore.

[trust_us_with_your]

And what a good whore you are, Angel Dust.

It never seemed to end, the attention the sinner was getting. They offered snacks, brownies loaded up with special butter, and some were even feeling generous enough to share a bump or three. Or FOUR... someone was loaded, wow!

Whatever the case was, they would insist on sharing the wealth with their favorite star. Plus it was Pride! Why not have a little extra fun, huh?

[arachnofeelya]

Why not have a little extra fun? Lotta people being generous with Angel Dust (probably for pictures or to get their dicks sucked, or pictures of him sucking their dick) and that was fine by him. The whole thing was about indulgence, and and addict like him barely needed a reason not to indulge.

...Fuck it. He's getting fucked up today after all. But it's for celebrating! Living it up a little! Some people got to share brownies through intense makeouts, Angel got to take a bump with each hand (yes, each) and feel like a king. King whore. He usually went in like this to make up for the long days Val put him through, but having one without a catch? He could get used to that.

Too bad it didn't start today.

Angel's high tolerance meant it took a while for him to get really fucked up, but before long, he was completely sloshed. Barely able to hold his margarita after the last few guys had some fun. The Sins made it dangerous to try and move on Angel; negative vibes were a homing beacon.

Vox received confirmation from one of the hired hands. Angel was wasted; all that remained was where he wanted them to drop off the target.

[knight_in_sinful_armor]

Being seen at social events was something Sten had gotten used to. In the wake of Valentino and Salvatore's power vacuum, taking advantage of the publicity was just part of the Overlord game. Now, even after abdicating, he needs that publicity more than ever if the soul union's going to last. It's the only real way to even start to atone.

But as he looks up at the float, his hand lowering, watching Angel Dust up there slutting it up, a pang of guilt jabs itself into his spinal column.

He's got plenty to make up for, and almost all of it is vastly more important than anything to do with the hotel. But... he left a lot unfinished there, too. It feels a bit dickish to leave things just because he happens to have other shit 'prioritized'.

He eventually looks away, but this doesn't stop them from accidentally bumping into each other in a mess of penis confection bouquets.

[arachnofeelya]

Angel didn't notice Sten at first, far too caught up in the parade and good times taking place all around. He actually looked surprised to see the pangolin joining in on the fun...and honestly, he looked more relaxed than Angel remembered. Like a few metaphorical wrinkles up and disappeared. Why not say hello?

"Ooooh, lookie what I found! You got a freak in you after all, don't you, Scales~?" Angel teased. "You're lookin good, like you got all the grump sucked out of you. Bet I could've loosened you up in one night."

[makkuiin]

Coming around to Pride had been one thing and this parade was a whole different thing. Being different sexualities and the like wasn't uncommon even in Wrath or even among the Nightmares in general, but McQueen herself had still been a little nervous to be as... blatant about it as this sort of event called for. But it hadn't stopped her from also being very excited about the whole thing. She hadn't indulged with the parade floats themselves as she still wasn't sure if that was something that was wanted for their kind.

Either way, she can be found flitting around the different food stalls, vendors, and even interacting with other people very excitedly. Her outfit for the occasion was also more revealing than might be expected from her prime and proper aesthetic from before. A skirt in the lesbian flag colors in a plaid pattern that stopped at midthigh, a white underbust corset, some sort of pasties to hide her nipples while her chest up to her neck was painted in that same flag's colors, and finally a pair of white heels. Her ears are perked and pushed forward, tail flicking excitedly and answering any and every question that comes her way.

Just ignore how longingly she's looking at one of the boozy popsicles that's somehow shaped like a pair of boobs, okay. She's totally normal about this.

[vacaytobonetown]

It was certainly hard to miss the girl that went to EACH Sluttony event, especially in her pan flag colors in a long scarf-like shawl over her body.

Yet despite her giving a polite wave but a quiet dismissal to most folk who come to say hi for her (and of course, posing for selfies and photo opportunities), there was one demon she saw that had her pause and grin.

"Those will melt if you keep staring at them like that, you know." No greeting, just leaning her VERY tall form to peer just over McQueen's head and those adorable ears.

"But my question is, are you a nibbler, or do you take great big bites...?"

[makkuiin]

Hey, she promised that she would be more sociable and go to more events now! In fact, she's not the only Nightmare around! (She is, she just pretends she's not if asked.)

However, she can't help but squeak as she hears those words and even more so coupled with her leaning over her like that. Until the words actually process and she's turning a nice shade of red. Both from the commentary of being caught looking longingly at something very much sugary and the commentary that she knows has a more sexual implication.

"I shouldn't be eating something like that, I try to keep my weight steady..." Totally not for any photographic reason or something, hilariously, but she has always had something of a sweet tooth when it came to these things. But the question, she clicks her tongue before shifting to look up at the woman leaning over her. "You don't mean the popsicles, do you?" Smart girl.

[trust_us_with_your]

Now THIS is an interesting sight! He'd heard of various royal families in Hell only sometimes opting to mingle with the 'common folk', and here was one all by her lonesome!

"Choices, choices...! If you're looking for flavor recommendations, I'm in the 'blue raspberry' camp. Whatever changes the tongue into different colors. For fun."

Dressed in his flag's colors for the masquerade float, he decided to do a little schmoozing. Why not, right? Because the alternative was being stuck in your own thoughts, and nobody wanted that.

[makkuiin]

One who questionably looks younger than probably the rest! Or, well, one might assume that to be the case. Either way, she's brought out of her daydreaming and conflicting thoughts when he speaks, ears immediately shifting in his direction and her quickly moving to turn on foot to face him. Probably way, way too quickly for anyone normal, but some instincts don't die out even if you are technically a demonic form of said creature. Sort of.

"Blue raspberry..." she trails off for a moment, tapping a finger against the middle of her chin as she considers it. It sounds a little more tart than she's really in the mood for, but it's not a bad suggestion in the slightest. "I think most of them would change your tongue into a different color, other than the ones that are just straight liqueur? But I'm honestly more of a fan of sweet things so I was thinking maybe the creme de violette one?" Clearly this is a better conversation than anything else right now and, fortunately or unfortunately for McQueen, it's a good way to learn more about her without raising any alarm bells.

[star_birb]

Oddly enough, Vassago had been keeping a fairly low-profile since the last Sluttony... "situation", as it were. It hadn't been a particularly secret thing, how he'd reconciled with Andrealphus and how he'd basically brought him back to stay with him at his own mansion. But what people hadn't or didn't know was what else had happened between them and now. And the parrot, oddly, wasn't about to tell everyone what was going on.

The parrot can be easily found in the crowd with how bright he is in general, but his clothing choice has been a little more risque and combined with a cape of sorts that was in the colors of the gay flag. Though for the more keen eyed, there's also a little something else that can be spotted on his left hand, even if he's not making a big deal out of it.

Typically he can be found checking out the food and things people are selling, easily approachable as always, though he might also be joined by a icy peacock that he practically keeps attached to his side when he's around. And, suspiciously perhaps, something else that can be spotted on the left hand of the peacock. It's probably nothing.

[fractail]

Said peacock seemed more at ease and approachable than he did the last time he attended one of these parties. Choosing to go out on his own and have some fun lead to an encounter he genuinely wasn't expecting. Since then, the two Goetia had been practically inseparable; Vassago made it very clear that he wasn't willing to let Andy run off on his own again, and who was he to reject the darling parrot?

With that said, he always strongly preferred winter over summer, so the huge crowds and hot days were almost insufferable. He hated it, but he didn't exactly have a choice after the trial. Vassago made it more than worth it to come along, but Andrealphus carried around a portable fan to help cool himself off. The trade off of it reading 'Blow Me' would be worth the minor reprieve. The same hand carrying it wore the elegant ring proudly, letting it double as a chance to flaunt.

"You don't fully appreciate the importance of central air until you don't have it anymore." The peacock whined. "Landlords charge extra the instant they smell a single cooling unit. It's positively predatory."

He was full of complaints like this from living on his own and it was funny, in its own way; Andy wouldn't shake two shits at such problems in his previous position. There was always more time for him to be humbled somehow.

[lightingway]

There was precious little that drew him quite like a festival. Taiki had always and ever been an advocate of the mindset that, when experiencing a culture for the first time, one should immerse themselves in it, learn as much about it as they can, and show respect for it to as great a degree as possible-

-which was why he'd made an appearance today, clad in something a touch more in the fashion than his usual attire. While it had been selected for mobility and traipsing around tropical jungles... There had been a good part of it that had been deliberately chosen for the way it had made certain miq'ote stare. This, of course, made it ideal.

At the moment, he was peering at a display of a large number of flags and looking... lost.

Plenty of people were simply selecting one or two, and then leaving without, apparently, any discussion of payment nor what the flags meant. Which left him a touch out of his depth, given he'd got as far as 'rainbow somehow equals all of it' from context clues...

But amidst all this color and celebration, he looked quite lost. Mayhap someone could explain...?

[sugaronthecream]

Honestly, out of everything coming out of his Palace, Alastor is most grateful to not give a shit.

He's dressed to the nines for the masquerade theme, but he hasn't bothered with disguise. It's obviously him, dressed in purples and silvers... 'Ahh, hell, it's just missing the green and gold!' he guffawed to a few WILDLY terrified and uncomfortable Sinners and hellborn around him as he downed another shot of whiskey.

They were proven right to be wary - despite him grabbing and dancing with others, typically ladies, throughout the night, once someone else in the ace colors made a pass at the Radio Demon he was subsequently splattered across the agua fresca stand that Alastor had been getting a (sobering) drink from.

Ahhh, that's better. People are afraid, Alastor isn't, and by the time he makes it to one of the Bee'lzebub stands to get himself even more fucked up on some Bee'lze-Juice.

[songbird_slayer]

"Pickled venison...! That's got to be an intriguing mix of flavors." Beelzejuice was FAR too sweet for her. Like drinking liquid candy. She settled on a little mango mead. She sat upon a bench, bobbing a crossed leg.

But who was this silly man, twirling and dancing with anyone who will take his hands (and many seemed to regret it)?

"A few more of those, and I won't need my tenderizer."

[sugaronthecream]

"Hah! It's strong on its own, but Maman used to make red beans and rice with pickled trotters all the time!"

Sitting? No, no, that won't do! The night is so young! Without asking, Alastor grabbed at Madhuri's hand and pulled her up.

"Come along, my dear! For lack of Mardi Gras, at least cut loose on this sinful festival of gluttony!"

[trust_us_with_your]

It was... nostalgic, honestly, seeing Al get all goofed up and scaring the shit out of the locals despite not really showing himself to be a threat. Of course, that's before he turns one into chunky soup. THEN it was truly nostalgic.

How long had it been...? Sure, their fights had a lot of collateral damage, but how long had it been since they practically Gene Kelly'd their way through fresh gore before splitting a few (of HIS, the mooch) cigarettes to tie a little bow at the end of a good massacre.

No matter how much he'd been moping, Vox wasn't going to turn his antennas away from a party catered by Beelzebub herself. He'd had his fair share of street food, made faces at jell-o shots (begone, wiggly devils), and opted instead for straight shots when a handful of folk decided to challenge him... like the children they were.

He'd been drinking for over 100 years. Keep the fuck up.

"...Thought you weren't much for sweets! What're you drinkin' that shit for...?" His voice was decidedly lower, the rumble of the properly buzzed.