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I just can't stop thinking how Kpop Demon Hunters would've been amazing as a 2 season mini series with 13 episodes each..

Like just imagine Gwi-ma and the Saja Boys plotting some type of shit every episode, and the girls always save the day...

Meanwhile, every episode is full of banter between Huntrix and Saja Boys every time they clash during awards, variety shows, interviews, etc...like just imagine Zoey and Mystery Saja being asked to host MAMA together, or Mira being called up on stage along with Romance Saja & Abby to announce a winner of an award..and Rumi and Jinu doing one of those dance collabs special performance..ALL THE WHILE THEY'RE LITERAL ENEMIES &, SECRETLY FIND IT INFURIATING BUT BOTH SIDE ALSO CAN'T HELP BUT ENJOY E/O COMPANY.

Also Jinu always flirting with Rumi amidst their fights in every episode 😏 + Zoey and Mystery Saja having cutest interactions every time, and everyone else has to remind them they're supposed to hate eo 🥹

The other Saja Boys becoming more tame and humane with the more time they spend in the human realm, and they begin questioning their actions, and it slowly begins gnawing them from the inside..

Like walk with me!! The potential is crazy good! 😩🤌

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Me after reading this:

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KPop Demon Hunters is a good movie because it has something for everybody:

-Famous girl group that's allowed to be good at what they do & still act silly

-Stylized animation that isn't scared to make characters ugly/isn't scared to show girls without makeup

-Queer undertones & generational trauma in one ("Why couldn't you love me?"/"All of me")

-Friendships are just as important as romance, if not more

-Enemies to lovers based on something more than the MC and antagonist finding each other attractive

-The girls have a relationship that can be interpreted however you want and nobody is wrong

-Songs that are still good outside of the plot's context

-Social commentary on the irl K-Pop industry, particularly how boy bands tend to have it easier than girl groups

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A Lesson in Censorship

Words have started wars. They've built cults, rewritten truths, and kept people shackled in cycles of abuse, convincing them that silence is safety and pain is love.

But words also save us.

They help us process grief. They name the things no one else will. They connect strangers across oceans and generations. One sentence can crack open something you thought was dead inside.

Words can hold you when no one else will.

That’s why censorship isn’t just about controlling what we conume, it’s about controlling what we feel, what we know, and what we’re allowed to survive.

Censorship is slow suffocation.

Because when they take away our words, they’re not just silencing content.

They’re erasing the parts of us that dared to speak at all.

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"...and now, I give it to you."

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I know it’s been talked about before but I still don’t think it’s been emphasized how *fucked* today’s internet experience is for children. I didn’t know what the word “discourse” was when I was 8, or 10, or even 13. I was too busy playing the nigh-limitless amount of flash games out there on the internet and making sure my neopets were fed. Like I cannot stress enough that if I had free time on the computer, 9 times out of 10 I could go and play a jaunty little game someone had whipped up and put out there for no other reason than that creating games was awesome and easy to do. Or go to some page that existed just to collect memes; you see back then there were more than 4 sites, and you didn’t need accounts to visit them. I didn’t get targeted ads. I wasn’t exposed to any sort of political ideology. I spent a lot of time on the computer but no one site monopolized my time or tried to fucking manipulate me into using it more. The internet was for more than one thing back then, and honestly I don’t think enough people realize how much has been stolen from us.

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Superman isn't woke. You're just so evil that you see a man doing acts of kindness and you think it's a targeted political agenda

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An Open Letter to the Governments Enforcing Online Censorship Laws:

I don’t usually get political on here. But I’m angry. And I’m scared.

What’s happening right now in the UK and Australia? It’s not just about "protecting kids" from NSFW content. It’s about control. It’s about censorship disguised as morality. And it terrifies me for what’s coming next because it always comes next.

They say it’s to keep minors safe. But censorship never stops at its first excuse. Give a government an inch, and it swallows miles. That’s not a theory. It’s history. And history doesn’t just repeat. It escalates.

As someone who creates dark, explicit fiction, this feels personal. This is my warning bell. The stories I write, the ones people try to silence aren’t just "fucked up smut." They’re lifelines. They’re therapy. They’re how people process pain, explore the shadows, reclaim power, or just survive another goddamn day. Dark content can be grotesque, yes, but it can also be honest, raw, human. It makes you feel. It makes you face what others ignore. That’s why they’re afraid of it.

And let’s stop pretending this is really about the kids.

If it were, the Epstein files would be public. The names would be prosecuted. Grooming gangs wouldn’t be swept under the rug for political convenience. The child protection system wouldn’t be a funnel of unchecked abuse. If they cared about children, they'd fix what’s broken. But they don’t. Because this was never about children. It’s about sanitizing the internet into a dead, glossy facade that makes governments and corporations feel clean.

What enrages me more than the laws themselves are the people applauding them. The ones nodding along, chanting “think of the children” while blindly handing over their freedoms like it’s some righteous offering. It's cowardice dressed up as virtue.

This doesn’t end with porn bans. It never does. First they silence desire. Then dissent. Then everything else that makes art and freedom, dangerous.

You may not care now. But you will, when it’s your voice they smother next.

TL;dr Reblog this if you believe in freedom of expression. Say nothing and watch it get stripped away.

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Amir saying the singing for season 2 was more of a challenge? oh we are about to EAT

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𝙷𝙰𝚉𝙱𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙻 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝟸 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙾𝙲𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 29. 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽𝚂?

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Ohhh, bless the new Superman movie for giving me back the boy scout who believes in the innate goodness of humanity. Who thrives in the sunlight. Who thinks of himself as a servant to the world.

Bless it for giving us a smart and insightful and nuanced Lois Lane, who asks the difficult questions about power and privilege, even of those she loves. Perhaps especially of those she loves. The Lois who is a hero in her own right, on her own merits.

Bless it for Me Terrific, who was honestly terrific, and for Lex Luthor, who dripped his narcissism and rage with such convincing characterization.

Bless it for the small, charming moments from Perry, and Jimmy, and the Kents themselves, who actually seemed like Kansas farmers and not beautiful Hollywood actors wearing plaid.

Bless it... And I can believe I'm saying this... For Krypto. Who was actually value added to this delightful movie.

Superman was a delight. I have missed seeing Clark this way. Thank you cast, crew, writers, and all. I appreciate you.

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not a aegon fan but it still makes me feel horrible for him whenever he's in pain or in trouble and calls for his mother but alicent is never there

That's why TG will never convince me that Alicent is a good mother. Never. She is a horrible, jealous person, but she is also a tragically bad mother who not only physically and emotionally abused Aegon, but selfishly put her own needs above any emotional support for Aegon. She saw him cry over the loss of his son… and what? And chose sex.

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“Mine, Always”

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You didn’t have to look up to know he was there.

That subtle static in the air. The sensation of being watched—like a predator circling his favorite prize. You smiled to yourself, flipping a page.

“Staring again, Al?” you asked lazily, eyes still on your book.

A soft chuckle, smooth as molasses. “And if I am, my dear?” he replied, voice blooming from behind you. “You are a rather captivating sight.”

You looked up just as he strolled into view, cane tapping rhythmically, that ever-present grin curled across his face. He wore his usual tailored red suit—but the way his eyes dragged down your form made you feel like you were wearing far less.

“It's the third time tonight you've hovered like a creeper,” you teased, raising a brow. “Should I be flattered, or concerned?”

“Oh, flattered,” Alastor purred, seating himself beside you with uncanny grace. His arm draped behind the couch, fingers resting just near your shoulder—not quite touching. “Deeply flattered. After all, I could be haunting anyone in this miserable hotel, and yet… I remain hopelessly drawn to you.”

You leaned into his space slightly, a smirk forming. “Hopelessly, huh?”

“Tragically,” he replied with exaggerated flair, one hand pressing to his chest as if wounded. “I fear I’ve been bewitched. Completely and utterly possessed—by a sharp-tongued temptress who insists on teasing me instead of letting me devour her whole.”

You laughed softly. “Alastor.”

“What?” he asked innocently, though his eyes gleamed with something far more devilish. “It’s not my fault you’re so delectable. You make it very hard to behave.”

His fingers finally grazed your arm, light and deliberate. The touch was possessive, but gentle—like a warning and a promise.

“You know,” he added, voice dropping lower, “I could always put the book down for you. I’d much rather have your attention than those dusty old legends.”

You looked at him from beneath your lashes. “Getting jealous of a book now?”

“Jealous?” He scoffed playfully. “No. I just prefer being the one to put that particular look on your face.”

That made your breath catch.

He leaned in, lips brushing just beside your ear—not quite kissing, not quite innocent.

“Shall we go somewhere… quieter?” he murmured.

You barely had time to answer before Alastor stood, extending a hand with a sly tilt of his head. That ever-persistent static hummed faintly around him, the room seeming to grow quieter—more focused.

“Come now, sweetheart,” he said, voice smooth and rich. “Let’s steal a moment for ourselves, before I lose my very fragile self-control…”

You rolled your eyes, smirking as you slipped your hand into his. “You? Fragile? Please.”

His grin widened, but he said nothing—just gave your hand a kiss that lingered a little too long to be innocent. Then, with a dramatic swoop of his arm and that eerie grace of his, he guided you up a winding staircase into one of the more secluded suites in the hotel. One he always kept pristine, eerie, and oddly romantic… just for the two of you.

The door creaked shut behind you with a whispering click.

The room was bathed in a low red glow from a stained-glass lamp. Velvet curtains swayed slightly, though no windows were open. Everything smelled faintly of old wood, smoke, and something warm that clung to him.

Alastor turned to face you fully, eyes gleaming.

“You know,” he said as he stepped closer, his voice dropping into something far more intimate, “you’re the only creature in all of Hell who could lure me away from the thrill of chaos. How dreadfully charming of you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you’d rather be causing mayhem?”

He closed the distance, one hand cupping your cheek, the other resting against the door behind you, caging you in. “Oh, make no mistake—I live for mayhem.” His grin curled wider. “But this… you… are a much more exquisite distraction.”

The closeness made your breath catch again—but this time, you didn’t look away.

Your hands slid slowly up his chest, feeling the fabric of his vest beneath your fingertips. “You’re being awfully sweet tonight. Should I be suspicious?”

“Oh, darling,” he murmured, voice dipping into something low and possessive, “you should always be suspicious.”

Then he kissed you—deep, lingering, and deliberate.

Not rushed. Not playful.

Claiming.

The static around you buzzed louder for a moment, then softened into something warm, almost like a purr. His gloved hand slid down your spine, slow and deliberate, as if relearning a body he already knew by heart.

When he finally pulled back, just barely, his voice was a whisper against your lips:

“Now… where were we?”

Alastor’s lips hovered over yours, barely apart, his breath cool and smooth against your skin. One hand still rested at your lower back, gloved fingers pressing just enough to make you feel it through your clothes. The other slid up, brushing your jaw with reverence.

You reached up and gently pulled him back in, your kiss soft but wanting, and he responded immediately—his restraint thinning like thread stretched too tight.

This wasn’t like the usual teasing.

No jokes. No grinning interruptions.

Just Alastor.

Focused. Intent. Hungry—but in the quiet, deliberate way he always had when it came to you. The kind of hunger that said you’re mine, and I don’t have to rush to prove it.

When he kissed you again, it deepened—slow, deliberate, with a low hum of static vibrating through his chest and into yours. You moaned softly against his mouth, your body arching toward him, fingers curling into the collar of his coat.

He chuckled darkly against your lips. “Ah, there she is,” he murmured. “My darling little flame…”

You weren’t sure when he’d started guiding you backward, but your legs hit the edge of the velvet chaise lounge behind you, and you let yourself fall into it—Alastor following with slow, catlike grace. His cane clattered to the floor. He didn’t care.

Kneeling before you, he leaned in until his forehead rested against yours, his voice low, electric, intimate.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered. “Every smile… every touch… it burns. And yet, I come back to it again and again.”

You slid your fingers into his hair, tugging lightly. “Then stop talking,” you whispered. “Show me.”

His red eyes flashed, but instead of pouncing like a wild thing, he leaned in slower—his hands trailing down your arms, your waist, then your thighs, memorizing every line. Every movement was full of purpose. No rush. Just attention. Worship.

Alastor kissed your neck, lingering at your pulse, his lips cool but growing warmer with each breath. He whispered between kisses, each word darker, deeper.

“Mine… always mine…”

His gloved hands slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips teasing the skin beneath with maddening patience.

You gasped softly, back arching, and he groaned in response—not because of power or chaos or the thrill of violence.

But because of you.

Because you let him in.

Because you wanted him.

Because you loved him—and he, in his own twisted, reverent way, loved you right back.

The air between you turned thick with heat and static as he began to ease you down fully against the chaise, his body lowering with yours, one hand finding yours, fingers lacing together.

“I’m not gentle, darling,” he whispered, lips brushing yours again. “But for you… I learned.”

His lips ghosted over your skin like a secret—never rushed, never careless. Every brush, every breath was filled with intention, like he was savoring a rare melody only he could hear.

You.

Alastor didn’t worship gods. But in the way he touched you now, you'd think he'd found one in your body—every curve, every sound you made under his hands.

The static in the room buzzed higher, then softened like silk sliding across bare skin. He kissed you like he’d never get another chance.

He undressed you slowly, almost reverently, whispering praises against your skin with every inch he uncovered.

“Darling… exquisite… mine.”

And when he finally claimed you, there was no frenzy. No madness.

Just heat. Depth. A quiet, consuming hunger that pulled you under and wrapped you in him completely.

You tangled together like two creatures built to fit—fingers clutching, mouths searching, bodies pressing in perfect, desperate rhythm. He held you close the entire time, always touching, always murmuring your name like a spell. And you gave yourself to him, fully, without hesitation—because you knew he would never let go.

Not even death could unmake what you had.

The room dissolved into red haze, soft moans, and warm breath shared between your lips. Everything blurred into feeling, into movement, into want.

Until all that remained was the sound of your heartbeat syncing with the soft hum of radio static.

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞.

Synopsis: What I think Alastors wife would be like, if he had one of course.

Warnings: mentions of blood, pinning, harassment?, Alastor being himself, not in a specific time period but at some point shifts to hell? Let me know if anyone is interested in a part two!!

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Alastors wife probably didnt like him at first, and that’s a guarantee. He likes a challenge, but Alastor also likes being liked by people. It fills his ego, makes him feel good about himself. He likes to watch people stumble and fall but quite literally cracks under the pressure of doing just that when it comes to winning you over. Chances were he was constantly trying to figure you out, for two reasons. One, being that he didn’t understand how you couldn’t like him. I mean come on, look at him! He’s got the charm, the manners, the style and the class, the status. What more could you want? The second reason being, the more you denied him, the more he took it as a challenge, the more he wanted you.

Well, surprise surprise, you dont like people with an image to keep up; and to his dismay, that’s exactly what he does. He projects an image. One he refuses to change, and even after marrying you, still doesn’t drop the image, but starts to become more real and honest with himself.

“People who project an image of themselves to others are just trying to fool themselves into being someone they aren’t.” Was what you told him.

Alastor had also asked you out multiple times before you finally said yes. Everyone knows Alastor is very picky with the people he chooses to surround himself with. Everyone he associates with is either there to serve him, or to provide him with something, even if they’re unaware of it. Which only made you trust him less. What purpose did you serve him? What if one day he found you no longer useful and tossed you to the side? Well what were you to do then?

Denying him proved to be a challenge in itself, seeing that he’s quite literally everywhere all at once.

He’d try cheap tricks first. Buying you gifts, constantly showing up at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers or a stuffed animal. One time he even got you a whole gift basket of your favorite treats. How sweet~ if it was actually about you and not him just trying to patch up his ego. Well at least that was what you thought on the matter.

If that didnt work he’d resort to going ghost. After all, people only miss you when you’re gone right? Well not in this case. He had left you alone physically, at least to your knowledge, but he had still kept a close watch on you. Why, he just knew it would bother you that he suddenly stopped! Until he overheard you speaking with a friend about how happy you were to finally get some peace and quiet. Well that simply wouldn’t do. After all, you should always make an impact, and what kind of impact would he be leaving on you if you went back to your old boring life? No no that just wont do dear.

He’ll start showing back up at your doorstep, taking you on surprise outing to force you to spend time with him. He’ll take you on a walk around a nearby park, a restaurant one day, the picture show the next. He has a long list of places to take you, so you’ll never go to the same place twice! Get your dancing shoes because he’s gonna take you out to the town for the night, after all the city never sleeps! This is when he becomes less forceful, but more of a decent calm. He begins to listen more when you speak, and you actually begin to care about what he’s saying, what a shock!

It’s almost like a switch flips after your outings. He’ll take you to an orchestra show, snickering to himself when he sees your eyes begin to water as the show closes out. He’ll force you to hold onto his arm as he walks you across the street on a rainy night, making sure you don’t slip or trip on the wet pavement. If you ever do, he’ll try his best to catch you and if he doesn’t? Oh what a nightmare, it seems he’s fallen too! For you that is~

You two begin to feel closer, not only physically but emotionally. He gets you to open up about your personal struggles, and in turn, he’ll share some of his own, but not too much. He doesn’t allow himself to be fully and completely vulnerable with you, not yet. But he does try his best to sympathize with you when you share your piece of mind with him. He feels accomplished to know this part of you, and his ego is the last thing on his mind anymore, but instead you take up all the space.

He doesn’t use pet names for you, not cute ones anyway. He’ll call you his devilish belladonna, especially if you love flowers. His creepy spider Lillie. He’ll often speak in the ‘language of flowers’, and will educate you on it if you don’t know so you know exactly what he’s talking about.

He’s the type of person to correct people in public to make them feel stupid, but he never does that with you. Instead he’ll wait until it’s just the two of you and tell you jokingly how wrong you were. You’ll get upset because he let you look like a fool, but in his mind he’s just protecting your feelings. If anyone else corrects you, they’ll have their mouth sewn shut that’s for sure!

He never gets you the same bouquet of flowers. They’re always different, and every week or so you have a new one. He keeps a separate batch for himself so he knows when to get you another. That being said he also makes the bouquets himself, he does not buy them for you already made.

When you finally take Alastor up on his offer to court you properly, he is over the moon about it! Finally, you seem to be coming to your senses dear! Though you quickly follow that comment up with a “Let the blood rush to your head first.” He just bats his lashes at you with a smile. You always know how to make him feel so loved!

Gets very jealous very easily. If he sees you laughing with someone that isn’t him, he’ll size them up before deciding if they’re a threat or not. Heaven forbid anyone actually put their hands on you and uh oh! Limb of the floor someone come get it!

His possessive nature is rooted in abandonment, and thus being said, he has deep attachment issues to you. You are never out of his sight when you two begin dating, and you’re hardly ever far from him in general. You two dress similarly too, especially if you’re from the same era. He’ll switch up your wardrobe slowly so it complements his.

He isn’t one for strong PDA unless he feels like he needs too or just has a strong want too. Usually it’s an arm around your waist, or you hanging onto his arm loosely. The most he’ll ever really do is a kiss on the back of your hand or to your temple. That being said, he’s like this for various reasons.

One, he has a lot of enemies, which means that not not only does that put you in danger, but if you’re also a powerful overlord, it puts him at risk too, though he doesn’t care much about that part.

Second, he doesn’t like physical contact much, and though he always makes an exception for you, he has his image and pristine reputation to keep up. Which you extremely dislike but tolerate because it’s Alastor and if he hasn’t changed much in centuries, nothings going to change ever.

Alastor is very very fond of you, whether you believe it or not. Your fiery attitude has him whipped more than he likes to admit. He’ll joke with other sinners that he’d sacrifice you to save himself but you both know that isn’t true, his nervous ticks prove it to be false, if you do say so yourself.

He’s very fidgety. He’ll tug a piece of your clothing or twirl a strand of your hair between his claws. If you claim he’s messing up your hair he’ll cast a tornado of shadows around you to fuck it up even more, and then smiling at you lovingly when you threaten to cut his ears off because you can’t tell if they’re his hair or just furry ass ears. You always give him a good laugh.

Other sinners are actually convinced you both hate each other, but turf wars on the news show that you two are the most in love when you’re wreaking havoc on innocent sinners for no possible reason other than the fact you two had an argument and the best way to settle it? Dancing in the rain, which actually isn’t rain, just blood falling from the sky because you like to kill people for fun.

“My darling looks the best in red if I do say so myself! Especially if she’s dressed by another’s remains, oh the beauty!”

Alastor has and will continue to get in his feelings about you and his mother getting along so well. He loves you both to pieces, so seeing his two favorite people together makes his dead heart swell with joy.

He’ll ask you to accompany him to the tailors, he values your opinion more than others so you often make adjustments to his suit and he’s just like ‘Whatever she says that’s what’s going on the suit.’ You also make him your personal dressing doll, trying different patterns and styles on him for fun. Alastor is a true skinny jeans hater and he will die on that hill, again. He really appreciates the 60’s style, but prefers to stick to his own decade.

He will take you out hunting with him, and the two of you share breakfast together with the fresh meat you’ve caught. He only gets the best quality for you because he refuses to have you two ‘eating like chums’. A restaurant tried to lie to the two of you, saying their meat was high quality and fresh. Alastor killed everyone in it and you two shared remains like a true power couple. Hells finest of course. ;)

He’s very critical of picking out jewelry for you. Hunting for the perfect ring for you took him ages, mainly because he knew exactly what he wanted but no jeweler had what he wanted all in one ring. So instead he forces them to make him a custom one. Torn limbs and bloody parts later, you have the ring that Alastor worked so hard to give you. He proposes to you Extermination day, claiming he’d love to spend another year in hell with you before the angels come to rip you two apart from each other. It was such a sweet day, at least to you it was.

The type of relationship where he plays the piano and you sing. He loves when you sing and will gush about you to anyone in sight even if he doesn’t know them.

Is very needy in private. He’s a stage 10000 clinger, and will stick to you like his life depends on it, but will be damned if anyone catches him. You don’t tell anyone about it, you like the private life.

You two have cook offs all the time. You make the hotel staff judge, and ultimately Niffty is the tie breaker because she’s brutally honest. Once she told Alastor he should stay out of the kitchen because women were better at it for a reason… harsh!

He was fine though, he got her back by ridding the hotel of bugs. He knows she likes chasing them around and for that she sobbed at his feet for ten minutes asking him to bring them back. It didn’t take much actually, Sir Pentious brought them back on his own, much to Charlies dismay.

He loves to read with you. You two often read a book and once you both finish you have a tea session over it. It starts off being about the book and then somehow shifts to just gossiping and talking shit about the other overlords, except for Rosie, we love Rosie in this household.

Speaking of, Rosie is usually where you get your clothes from. She’s a sweetheart when she isn’t picking pieces of muscle from her teeth, that sharp smile is a killer! She loves to talk about Alastor with you, and usually she’s where you go after you two have had an argument. You’re also her personal Barbie doll. She puts you in outfits and she and Alastor judge over them. Nine times out of ten you leave her boutique with a new wardrobe every time.

Now let’s talk about Vox.

Honestly the whole reason Vox knows about you is probably because he was digging through Alastors shit. But when he sees you? Oh lord, this man is HOOKED.

He doesn’t even know how Alastor managed to get you entangled with him. He finds out about you when you and Alastor aren’t dating yet, and he basically jumps at his chance to try to be with you.

Vox will forever consider you the one that got away, you can’t change my mind.

Alastor has proven time and time again that he’s basically better than Vox. He took a seven year back, came on the radio one day and boom all his viewers were back. In Alastors mind there’s no competition, just Vox being obsessed with the fact Alastor said no.

Valentino uses it against Vox all the time, and it will always make Vox buffer.

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Hopefully season 2 is longer than 8 episodes or at least they're longer than 22 minutes because that is definitely not enough time for this show, and I know animation is very costly but fucking AMAZON should foot the goddamn bill it's not like it's low on cash.