Prime Time Reruns
Anyone who’s known Vox for a very long time know there was a change in him, though there’s no clear ability to pinpoint when exactly it changed, though everyone agrees it started sometime in the early 90s. Valentino‘s seen it, Hellaina, even Alastor has seen it in its purest flashes. Velvette never knew him before the boredom set in— the closest she ever saw were its earliest phases.
People who meet him assume he’s going to be the feared and all powerful TV Overlord, like he was in the 60s, 70s, even the 80s. They expect cruelty and a joy in the suffering of Hell— and what they actually get is someone so very tired. Even his periods of self-destructive tendencies have tapered off— the USBs of Exe.stasy have gathered dust, he doesn’t seek Alastor out for a fight in the same way, his relationship with Valentino rings increasingly hollow: empty apologies, empty promises.
And he pretends that it’s all fine— he grins and he shows up on cameras, endorses the new Vogitek product. He’s the media Overlord! He’s got so much money, and everything he could ever want— don’t you? Just pay a small fee and you can have everything. Lean into the brand loyalty and you’ll be rewarded. But the performance has been getting more transparent as he hurtles towards pure and abject burnout. His own smiling face on the billboards stares down at him and he wants to tear it all down some days.
He never stops. He builds and he makes and he broadcasts everything from his spot high in his tower looking down on everything he’s made. But he doesn’t really see it either. He sees the flaws— every artist is their own greatest critic— the breakups that are becoming more frequent, sex has become a routine pastime, every time the ratings drop. And part of the problem is that there’s been nothing new in a large way. The internet was but that was the last big thing that really booked in and about the mid 90s.
It’s a prison of his own making, but he doesn’t know how to fix it either. Part of the problem is his lack of hobbies. He used to like reading, but he hasn’t picked up an actual book in decades. He loved dancing in a way he’s never really loved anything else, and he can count on less than two hands how many times he’s done it since he died. He hasn’t built something like the little trinket she made as a child since he was one.
Those are just things he has control over, not considering the fact he can’t eat or drink, and the inhumanity in that bothers him more than he lets on a lot of the time. He can smell, sort of, and it taunts him. He brings people out to eat because it makes them more easily charmed and pliable when they get free food, and yes, he’ll laugh and he makes jokes about it, but it serves as a reminder to him that he isn’t really alive.
He feels trapped— he’s retreading the same old talking points he’s said a thousand times over. The smile is forced, and nothing is a threat so he can’t focus his attention on keeping everything he’s made. It’s fine, it’s stable, he’s made it so it’ll outlive him if something were to happen.
He’s been waiting for the boredom to pass, boredom does eventually… and it hasn’t, it’s just gotten worse.
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the boys' first commentary on keating's lessons being cameron and neil saying 'that was weird' / 'but different' is getting to me like the entire film is a narrative on the suffocation of heavy academia and how it prioritises certain subjects (medicine, law, business, engineering) while condemning creativity and passion and how institutions are promoting conformity and grades-over-wellbeing teaching methods more and more as you both move up the elitism scale and as time goes on, and how that was okay for these kids and like so many generations before them they were going to let it happen to them, but one teacher was different. one single teacher told them to seize the day and make their lives extraordinary and he made them look directly at the state of things, and for a little while it was beautiful but they're just kids; how could they ever change things? and sure enough it catches up to them and the institution wins because it always does and suddenly the suffocating thought of what neil is so sure his life is going to be is so daunting and terrifying that he cant even face it
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kind of insane reading through or just looking back on old stories i wrote and seeing how pretty much every main character i wrote had abusive/neglectful parents and how i tried to get in the minds of + understand/rationalize the parents' actions....... like every story was in at least a small way a case study for a guy i made up as if it would help me interpret my actual real life
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hello :3 my heart tells me yuo are the person to ask abotu any ritsu related thing so: where did the hc that he went to law school come from? it's a pretty dope one! but! iirc he said he's into science lately/will decide in the future when asked about what he wants to do when he grows up? is it something i missed or is it just one of those widely accepted hcs?
also im sowwy 😥if you turn out to be not, in fact, the ceo of ritsu. my heart is not always right.
okay first of all I am so flattered to be labeled the ceo of ritsu FUCK yes this has been my goal
as for the law school headcanon, I'm not sure! I only got into mp100 while the third season was airing so I don't know all the fandom history. If I were to take a guess, though, I would say people headcanon him as going into law because he's super academic and driven, and law school kind of requires that sort of intensity! I've also seen people make him a lawyer bc then he's reigen's worst nightmare lol also his name can be translated to mean "law" so it leads to some fun pun opportunities
Personally, since seeing in the fanbook that he wants to study science, it's been my headcanon that he goes to med school! Put that academic drive in a scientific direction instead lol
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