Want to go hard in the paint with horror-coded speculative biology, but in a story with a warm, light-hearted tone rather than a harrowing drama? It turns out the answer is lovingly consensual monsterfucking.

You made the perfect choice for the center head, I get immediate Moder vibes from the gruesome almost-humanity, which has been on my inspo card since at least The Fire Sermon. Magnifique.

The little details you consistently pull from my lore make me feel so Seen, you have no idea. Is that Franklin holding a handkerchief bc he's in a constant, poisonous flopsweat? I adore his nez-pince glasses and sweater vest. ❤️

Alastor early in AotM: sad that his mouth is too dangerous to give Angel oral 😞

Alastor months later: has figured out how to turn his throat into a non-Euclidean pocket pvssy, proceeds to succ spider dick until his mans is boutta go mad from the revelation 😎🦑🍆💦

"Someone", like we don't know exactly who it's going to be. 😏

"Oh, kitten, I've been waiting for this day for seventy years. The fact that you were necessary to his growth by no means diminishes my pleasure that you've outlived your purpose. Shall we begin?"

"But Franklin, if not pet, why so friend shaped?"

Holy FUCK, you've DONE it. Is that the Yellow Sign between the foremost head's antlers?! And the choice of three heads for the Cerberus analogy, the left head's open trachea, the way the right head is looking up at her adoringly, the awkward limbs everywhere, just- this is perfection. I love them. 😭

I like to compare the distribution of politicking with them to when you have a friend who doesn't like crust on their pizza, but you love the crust, so it's great getting pizza together, bc they can offload what they don't want and you get twice as much of what you like.

Don't you forget, / You are my pet, /
I'm here when you slip and fall, / Rise up, or just fall dead. //

Don't you forget, / There's no way out, /
You're mine to guide until the day / We settle our accounts. //

In rain or shine, like lock and key /
I'll be here, leave it all to me. //

You can always tell what gets under a narcissist's skin the most by what they throw at other people when they /really/ want to hurt them. For T it's "low-IQ individual", "nasty", and "like a dog" - for Vox, it seems to be "lmao, k*ll yourself". He's telling on himself big-time.

Ending it on earth was the only escape from whatever went wrong w/ the cult he's now trying so hard to replace, but if Vox fucks it up this time he has nowhere to go to escape the anguish of humiliation, and I, for one, LOVE that for him. VoxTek's image is all about /perfection/, as you know.

I think the disconnect is often in the other party not registering that people mask/pass/stealth out of necessity, and that it tastes sour to hear someone say "well, you're doing a great job!" when you wouldn't have to do this exhausting thing in the first place if people got a clue.

I know it isn't a one-to-one comparison, but my favorite one of those is how often I've revealed that I'm trans to someone and their knee-jerk, sincerely-meant-as-a-compliment response is "oh, wow, I would never have known!" Knowing that the first thing that makes me praiseworthy is how well I pass.

I'm picturing Dyla n Kle bold telling E ric Ha rris that he's a quarter Jewish after years of knowing each other, and Harris' response being "oh. that sucks, man, I'm sorry. But it's fine, you're not like the rest of them."

I could 100% see a world where Alastor being passé blanc meant that Vox didn't even know he was biracial until it came up in conversation, possibly years later. I get shivers imagining the subtle shift in the structure of Vox's compliments once he knew - the glaze of surprised condescension.

Al can't respect him or even fathom being in a partnership with the representation of everything that kept him down until he stabbed his way upward. Allowing Vox in his orbit was another delicious chance to be above looking down. And if he ground his heel? More's the better.