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*Emily nodded along as she listened. His ‘confession’ was disappointing, but not as unsurprising as it should have been.*

*Folding her hands under her chin, Emily finally spoke.* “Well, you’ve told me quite the secret. I feel it’s only appropriate that I do the same.”

*She leaned in close with a smirk, her voice a whisper* “I’m not straight either, Jake. In fact, plenty of angels, both heaven born and winners like yourself, are gay. How we define ourselves, who we love, how we love, so long as it’s consensual, it doesn’t really define our spirit or where we end up.”

*Her smile turns a bit more genuine as she leans back in her office chair, her wings folding into the divots on either side*

“The living world can be cruel, but you don’t have to be. You can just choose love, just choose to be better. Healing will take time, but focusing on where you want to be and who you want to be is the first step. Everything else will fall into place here. No portals to hell. No falling. Just heaven.”

*a new winner arrived to heaven*

*he looks like a 18 teenager with blue hair and brown eyes, he has a blue white wings and he wears blue blouse and jeans, but his body is covered with scars and he looks traumatized, he tries to hide in various corners of the sky, afraid that someone will notice him (and hurt him)*

*Emily watches, trying to decipher how best to navigate this without upsetting the new winner. Ultimately she decides to take a calm approach*

“Hello, welcome to heaven. My name is Emily, what’s your name?”

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“It’s not a harem!! There’s only two people- well three with their combined form which I think is her own person so I guess three… but that’s only three!!! It’s not a harem!!!”

Hola (with rizz) -😈

... can I help you in a way that won't end with your death?

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To be seen is not to be loved. But to be loved is to be seen and understood completely.

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*They walk through the door of the office building just in time to watch a fire extinguisher blast at a flame, Penelope giving Emily a thumbs up as it seems the building has survived another day. Emily laughs and continues to her office down the hall, opening the door and revealing a sizable office with a large window along the back opening to the promenade and bathing the room in sunlight.*

“This is my office, you can take a seat over here and we’ll get this all sorted out, alright Jake?” *After gesturing towards the two comfortable guest seats, she sits herself down behind her desk and pulls out a notebook, flipping to a clean page and labeling it ‘Jake’ in her neat flowing script.*

*Waiting until he’s seated she finally looks up with an encouraging smile.* “So! Why do you think you don’t deserve to be in heaven?”

*a new winner arrived to heaven*

*he looks like a 18 teenager with blue hair and brown eyes, he has a blue white wings and he wears blue blouse and jeans, but his body is covered with scars and he looks traumatized, he tries to hide in various corners of the sky, afraid that someone will notice him (and hurt him)*

*Emily watches, trying to decipher how best to navigate this without upsetting the new winner. Ultimately she decides to take a calm approach*

“Hello, welcome to heaven. My name is Emily, what’s your name?”

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Hello Emily I don't know if you knew, but in hell there is a very powerful overlord named Alastor, and it turns out that his mother is in heaven. What do you think about her not knowing that her son is in hell?

An unfortunate circumstance that happens more frequently than you’d think. Sometimes parents have a hard time reconciling with their children never joining them in heaven, others take it surprisingly easy. Whatever the outcome, there is one thing I am certain of; neither family nor status grants tickets to heaven. Even Adam and Eve, the first winners, had a son in hell.

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*She cocks her head to the side and looks at him. He’s not the first to walk in with traumas, she’s been doing this job for millennia, she knew the earthly world could be cruel to kind souls. Pain breeds pain, souls are simply the machines pain used to continue its cycle.*

*Getting him into the gates would be the hard part, if she could do that, they could work from there. Her day was pretty much free after this, aside from teaching a class in the evening which the Joy Team™️ could teach if need be, so she had time to spare.*

*Faking a little shiver, she wrapped her arms around herself.* “Well, it can get a bit chilly out here, how about we get you inside and then we can talk more about your afterlife assignment in my office?”

*She gave Peter a little nod and the gates opened up behind her as she prepared to lead him to her office in the Joy Team™️ building.*

*Emily smiled at Jake and offered her hand to him.*

“You’re safe now, I promise.”

*a new winner arrived to heaven*

*he looks like a 18 teenager with blue hair and brown eyes, he has a blue white wings and he wears blue blouse and jeans, but his body is covered with scars and he looks traumatized, he tries to hide in various corners of the sky, afraid that someone will notice him (and hurt him)*

*Emily watches, trying to decipher how best to navigate this without upsetting the new winner. Ultimately she decides to take a calm approach*

“Hello, welcome to heaven. My name is Emily, what’s your name?”

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“Adam, if you’re going to lie about your knowledge of words, do it to someone who didn’t have to edit and proofread your written work. Better yet! Maybe actually earn your place back in heaven by being a better person.”

little memes cuz i feel silly

bonus: remember onion-hair lute? now we have banana-hair adina

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“Old-new is an oxymoron, not that you would know that since you’re the second half of that word.”

little memes cuz i feel silly

bonus: remember onion-hair lute? now we have banana-hair adina

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“Adam, you’re a sinner!”

“Even if you’re telling the truth about her being attacked, I highly doubt you were the one who saved her. It’s not like you were as trained for combat as the exorcists.”

little memes cuz i feel silly

bonus: remember onion-hair lute? now we have banana-hair adina

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“One, you’re a liar and I don’t believe you, two, Sera is stronger than you and doesn’t need protection.”

little memes cuz i feel silly

bonus: remember onion-hair lute? now we have banana-hair adina

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“…what did I miss while I was kidnapped?”

little memes cuz i feel silly

bonus: remember onion-hair lute? now we have banana-hair adina

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“Aye-aye captain!”

*She turned to her left. Directly towards the rocks*

The haunted boat rides

They Clear their throat, standing tall with a sly smirk.

Ah, what a magnificent evening this has been. So many faces, so much laughter—so much attention… But I suppose all things must come to an end, don’t they? The grand spectacle, the celebrations, the violence, the fleeting moments where everyone is so… pleased with themselves.

But as the night winds down, I can’t help but notice something. You see, while you all celebrate and revel in your little triumphs, I stand here, an observer, watching as the glow of your happiness fades. Isn’t it curious? How quickly the joy of one person can overshadow the joy of another, how easily someone else can steal the limelight. It makes one wonder… Why was I not in the center of it all?

Ah, don’t look so surprised. Of course, we all know the truth, don’t we? The envy lurking in the deepest parts of us, always comparing, always wanting a little bit more, always wishing for just a taste of what others have. It’s a beautiful thing, really—this feast of emotions. You laugh, you dance, but deep down, we’re all just chasing after what the others seem to possess.

But fear not, dear friends. The night may be ending, but envy never rests. As you leave this place, just remember… there will always be someone else—someone else with a little more joy, a little more power, a little more of the things you crave. And, perhaps, just perhaps, you’ll find that your little moments of happiness don’t quite satisfy as much as you thought.

So, let the envy grow. Let it feed on the things you couldn’t have tonight, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll find the next party just a little more… enticing.

Enjoy the end of this one. It’s never truly over. Especially for these nine people in particular who caught my eye this evening! You will be enjoying a haunted boat ride with the people I believe you may envy most! But what do I know? I only embody it!

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Some doodles of Emily 🪽✨

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*Obie smooths out his nice sweater and stares up at the clock tower for a moment before walking into the Embassy. He is nervous, though he’s unsure why. After signing in at the front desk, he’s given directions to the room in which Emily will be waiting.*

*A walk down the hall, a turn there, a turn here, and he sees the open door. He knocks on the wall politely before walking in.*

Hi. Are you Emily? I’m Obie Moreau. I’m here for my… appointment? Consultation? -🐻

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*Emily did her paperwork from the Embassy on the days she spent here. She had naively thought that people would make a line out the door the first time she came in, and had spent most of the day texting with Shamira and Ass, their little group chat quickly devolving into little mobile games they could play together and a competition on who could find the cutest baby animal pictures. Every time after that she had brought enough paperwork to get ahead of schedule to bide her time*

*Today was no exception and she startled as she heard the knock. She wasn’t actually there, Emily was just a hologram who couldn’t be touched by anything or anyone, but she could still see, hear, and if need be, touch anything on the hell side. But all of those settings were controlled on her end*

*She looks up and there’s a sinner in the doorway, a handsome teddy bear of a man in a soft sweater with a charming and kind smile hidden behind a well groomed beard*

*She stands up and offers a hand to shake* “Yes! I’m Emily, but you can call me Em, Emmy, E, whatever works for you! I’m so excited to meet you Obie! This is going to be such a great experience I can already tell!”

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*She smiled at the winner, Jake.*

“Yeah, you’re dead. That’s not as awful as it sounds though, you can still enjoy life when dead. As for why you’re in heaven and not hell…” *She shrugs* “If I knew the answer to that my job would be so much easier I think. Clearly you did some sort of good in life to deserve heaven though!”

*a new winner arrived to heaven*

*he looks like a 18 teenager with blue hair and brown eyes, he has a blue white wings and he wears blue blouse and jeans, but his body is covered with scars and he looks traumatized, he tries to hide in various corners of the sky, afraid that someone will notice him (and hurt him)*

*Emily watches, trying to decipher how best to navigate this without upsetting the new winner. Ultimately she decides to take a calm approach*

“Hello, welcome to heaven. My name is Emily, what’s your name?”

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*a new winner arrived to heaven*

*he looks like a 18 teenager with blue hair and brown eyes, he has a blue white wings and he wears blue blouse and jeans, but his body is covered with scars and he looks traumatized, he tries to hide in various corners of the sky, afraid that someone will notice him (and hurt him)*

*Emily watches, trying to decipher how best to navigate this without upsetting the new winner. Ultimately she decides to take a calm approach*

“Hello, welcome to heaven. My name is Emily, what’s your name?”

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*Emily took her notes into one hand and stood up from her chair*

“Okay, I think I’ve got as much information as I’m going to get today. Thank you for your time! I look forward to our next meeting. Same time, a week from now? Does that work for you?”

*Obie smooths out his nice sweater and stares up at the clock tower for a moment before walking into the Embassy. He is nervous, though he’s unsure why. After signing in at the front desk, he’s given directions to the room in which Emily will be waiting.*

*A walk down the hall, a turn there, a turn here, and he sees the open door. He knocks on the wall politely before walking in.*

Hi. Are you Emily? I’m Obie Moreau. I’m here for my… appointment? Consultation? -🐻

@sinner-obie

*Emily did her paperwork from the Embassy on the days she spent here. She had naively thought that people would make a line out the door the first time she came in, and had spent most of the day texting with Shamira and Ass, their little group chat quickly devolving into little mobile games they could play together and a competition on who could find the cutest baby animal pictures. Every time after that she had brought enough paperwork to get ahead of schedule to bide her time*

*Today was no exception and she startled as she heard the knock. She wasn’t actually there, Emily was just a hologram who couldn’t be touched by anything or anyone, but she could still see, hear, and if need be, touch anything on the hell side. But all of those settings were controlled on her end*

*She looks up and there’s a sinner in the doorway, a handsome teddy bear of a man in a soft sweater with a charming and kind smile hidden behind a well groomed beard*

*She stands up and offers a hand to shake* “Yes! I’m Emily, but you can call me Em, Emmy, E, whatever works for you! I’m so excited to meet you Obie! This is going to be such a great experience I can already tell!”