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I read this and I couldn't help myself. I just had to revisit past interactions and overthink.

Forget what you know about Lucifer and try to think of Lucifer's entire attitude when he arrived at the hotel. He just reeked of disapproval and disgust. He is clearly unhappy to interact with sinners. He everything but outright says that every sinner is a vile lost cause. "Oh, I like this thing! Oh? It was made by a sinner? Never mind, it's horrible." He doesn't know about overlord politics which is basically the government system of the Pride ring (at least Alastor would assume that Lucifer doesn't know since Alastor shook up the sytem by curbing overlords that had been in power for years so if you knew the bare minimum of what goes in pride ring you should know about the guy that did a majo wipe out and broacasted it).

Revisit the paragraph above but change the word sinner for something else... Do you get where I am getting at?

During the entire time, Al tried to bring Lucifer down a peg by implying Lucifer was the disgusting one (cleaning his hand after shaking Lu's cane), that Lucifer did nothing to earn the right to be a fucking snob (reminding him he wasn't there from the start), taunting that his beloved daughter asked lowly sinners for help instead of the oh so noble fallen angel.

Usually, Al always keeps his composture and mantains his cool. He wouldn't have be were he is if he doesn't know when to antagonise, when to flatter and when to keep his trap shut. Then, suddenly Lucifer steps in and Al picks a fucking fight with someone that severely outmatches him in term of raw power.

THINK

Imagine what Al could be thinking. Imagine the rage and humiliation Al would feel when he learns that the damned king is an asshole that reduces every sinner to the same type of unidimensional filth that should be avoided by their betters, as if each sinner doesn't have their own story and reasons. The fucking king of hell doesn't care about what happens to part of his subjects. Sinners are confined to a certain area and raided once per year by an army they can't fight off.

What if it's less a matter of "this bitch stronger, ego has boo-boo, must assert dominance" like many might assume and more a matter of "the big boss of hell is a prejudiced snob asshole that despises sinners enough to allow Pride Ring to serve as hunting park for angels. FUCK THAT GUY."

It would explain Al's uncharacteristic behavior. Why he lost his cool so fucking bad.

Take what I said with a grain of salt. I am simply doing some mental gymnastics for fun to try put myself in Alastor's shoes. Who knows what happens in Alastor's head? Not me, that is for sure.

I TOTALLY AGREE! Alastor is such an interesting character. The mystery surrounding him allows room for a wide array of interpretations. Not only that but his premisses are so fun to explore.

Note: I wrote this a few days ago but I chickened out and left it as a draft bc I got intimidated. This is attempt two at trying to post it.

Yes. I am stalling.

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Okay, mind blank, no thoughts just press button.

I know they’re probably not going to go into this (which i understand, there’s only so much time in an episode and they’re telling a different story) but I think about Al’s background a LOT. Get ready if ur in the mood for a read.

To be a mixed Black person in America is a…bizarre experience. You come to realize that due to the coincidence of your genetic makeup, white folks may divulge information that they keep so closely guarded from the ears of “more obvious-looking” black folks. Im gonna bring it back to Alastor, but lemme give some personal context. I’m mixed with Filipino, so I’m pretty obviously not white, yet my ambiguous ethnic makeup in a predominantly white suburbia seemed to make white peers and people feel much more at ease in relaying their criticisms or prejudices of black people to me. I would hear someone feel comfy enough to spew vitriolic racist shit with me, then toe the line like a circus acrobat when around someone a few shades darker in skin tone and a few coils curlier in hair texture. It was constantly infuriating and holding my tongue was a practice to both investigate someone’s true nature and preserve my own safety. I did abandon that method of navigating life in America, and experienced the switch-up white folks made when I started ‘broadcasting’ my blackness. (E.G. beyonce pre vs. post Lemonade). The criticisms and prejudice confessions just came less often, til I saw them being caged up completely after white peers experienced backlash from me. After they realized “OH this bitch is a n*****!?”

Now this is from someone who is brown, but i also wanna talk about my white-passing cousin with a similar racial makeup as Al, who is from the south and oh BOY. (Let’s call him J for this post’s purposes). J’s navigation though simple daily life is such a constant contradictory experience, of which he is still working through in therapy. I think of one moment when he was manager at retail gig and his boss told him that whenever a Black customer enters, it’s policy to give them “exceptionally attentive customer service”. Essentially, “follow that n***** around”. This is just one modern incident of when J would hear the quiet part out loud, despite his Blackness, because his appearance was white enough to make white folks drop their guard. Eventually, my cousin and I took to the same direction where we used our advantage of disarming white folks against them when the time came. We would keep note and record of racism and unlock a sort of “this you?” when the opportunity to expose that person’s true nature came. It’s pretty vengeful thinking ngl, but it is really REALLY hard to resist exposing an asshole rather than attempting to teach an asshole to change their ways. Especially given that such an attempt is an ARDUOUS uphill battle. The experience of KNOWING the truth about what someone thinks of your people, and being opened to opportunities and information that you would not have access to if the chance of your genetics was only slightly different is bIZARRE, horrific, and fuel for constant inner turmoil. (It sucks y’all)

Now back to Alastor; to have been a mixed person in the Deep South in 1930s America—it’s not too difficult for me to imagine how traumatic and convoluted that experience must have been. Especially when legally and socially, things were so much more Black and White. And when you’re on the line in between that, when society does not prepare a place for your existence, it can be SO isolating. You may consider the absurdity of such an arbitrary method of determining class, status, and/or caste much earlier in life than peers, which only further isolates you. You hold a resentment of society now that you know exactly how the other side is operating to ensure your oppression.

And then I think of Al’s weird ass moral code. How he arrived in Hell and (according to Mimzy) began killing overlords with reckless abandon. This is someone who likely had to develop the cunning to navigate 1930s Deep South America as a mixed, murdering, psychopath without getting caught by authorities who are already gunning for you. And now he is in Hell where the rules of society have gone up in smoke and he can fully embrace his rage, resentment, and vengeance. A desire to burn down the powerful people of the world can be accommodated and ANY previous inhibitions can finally be released. The morality of rising above someone by cutting them down (instead of developing emotional/spiritual healing) has become the easier and satisfying option. Finally the opportunity to show the power-secure villains of the world how easily you can tear them down when nothing is holding you back any longer.

TLDR; The trauma of racism in America is pretty sufficient cannon fodder for a severe psychotic break, the development of socially debilitating behaviors and isolation, and a quest for profound vengeance. So maybe that can explain some of the enigma that is Alastor.

And this is just ONE facet of Al. I didn’t even get to bring up the isolation that comes with being an aroace nonbeliever in the 1930s Deep South. Like FUCK. I’m a mixed, aroace nonbeliever from a modern day conservative town and yall….what a weird experience for sure lol but anyway lemme get back to my life. Whole point of this was—-WHAT AN INTERESTING FUCKEN CHARACTER TO THINK ABOUT

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I just found the best fucking ao3 tag that isn't an official ao3 tag.

"god if youre watching i plead oopsie daisy"

I am beat. Dead. Expired via laughter induced asphyxiation.

Imma use this everyrytime I comit something I should regret but I don't. Not really.

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Alastor would be the type to have a contract that states that if he gets his second death, the souls he cares about get sent to Rosie and the rest goes to Niffty.

IMAGINE THE CHAOS OF GRIEVING OVERLORD NIFFTY GOING RAMPANT. LMAO.

He can use it to menace people, imagine him going:

"Kill you? Oh no. If I die, I won't take you with me. That would be Niffty's job after she inherits all my souls." *laughs maniacally* "Pray I live."

Val: *suddenly gets suspiciously invested in keeping Alastor alive.*

Though I don't think that he would show any of his cards. No. He would let overlord Niffty be a surprise. One moment, everything is okay after his death and suddely all of the baddest male bug demons feel a deep all consuming irrational feeling that they are being hunted. Little do they know.

The first public sign of what is to come is the appearence of Valentino pinned down by giant needles and left to dry under the sun in a secludded and suspiciously clean part of Pentagram city. He has multiple stab wounds caused by holy weapons. Whoever could it be?

It would be perfect because Rosie would make sure Niffty doesn't get into a fucked up contract and loses everything, while Niffty gets to cause mayhem.

EDIT:

Continuing my brain rot.

Pentagram city would get clean so fast, y'all would be able to lick the floor for 0.4 seconds and not immediately get 7 differents diseases on the fumes the ground emanates alone.

Sure, it would be kinda creepy be a sudden absence of all roaches (they are regrouping, little do they know it's exactly what niffty wants), and the 26 curated bug sinners (those being only the ones found in a week period), but are we really going to miss them that bad when we have CLEAN CITY???

We wouldn't have to worry about Antony since he is a spider and spiders ain't insects.

The violent death of Valentino via Niffty gives me happy jiggles. There is something about the idea of Valentino, the 3m (10ft) tall long legged cuppa poison, getting pinned by a wild overpowered gremlin' while he still writhes and screams that is just MWAH beautiful.

I am barely coherent, if I close my eyes I will sleep. Maybe I will elaborate further later. Most likely not. Take this idea away from my unreliable hands.

Edit: I thought of a blurb. Use if you will.

The Radio Demon's closing broadcast.

The Slayer of Overlords' death hill.

The Ghost of Maman's Boy last crossroad.

Alastor's Final Stand.

Well... for the time being, hopefully.

If you think Alastor is napo. He has one more tiny nifty trick. He has no certainty that it will work, it is mostly based on a guess. But even if it doesn't, it will sure be a knee-slapper.

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I just remembered something, the first time I had sleep paralisis I didn't panic with the pressure on my chest because I thought it was Maia. Though I did panic a bit when I tried to move my arm to pet her and then it was all downhill. Back then I didn't even know what sleep paralisis was.

Anyway, she is my fluffy sleep paralisis demon. Sleep paralisis can't scare me anymore because from now on it's just Maia coming from the beyond to visit me and making me keep my hands to myself so I don't snuggle her into second death.

Though crying and not being able to wipe my face might be slightly annoying.

A, 28/06/2024

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My halloween one liner:

"I will NOT stand for this bullshit any longer, instead I will lay 6 feet under."

I dedicate this one liner to the entity that decided to make my phone completely freeze for a period of 1-2 minutes at EXACTLY 2:00 in the morning everyday without a hitch.

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If there is no stablishment named Motel Kombat, it is a waste of a pun and obstruction of so many stupid jokes.

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A team with Rain, Subzero, and Smoke should be called Triple Point.

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Just watched Mortal Kombat Legends: Snow Blind.

If I am anymore especific it would be spoiler-y so I will restrict to this: when the ashes ascended and a snowstorm hit was the moment I consciously acknowledge the fact that if I had a tail it would be wagging at Mach 1 — the maniacal giggly energy that washed my being was bitch puppy worthy.

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"The collective of crows shouldn't be murder, but, instead, crowd."

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1: Yeah, yeah, finish boning your apple tea and lets get the fuck out of here."

2: That is not-

1: I know and I don't care. So finish fucking your food and let's get the fuck out of here.

2: You mean "finish your fucking food".

1: Did I stutter?

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"Sorry, I have this irreverent need to find humor in everything because life is hard and very much into painal."

(17/08/2024) P.S.: What the fuck was I on?

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Me when OC after my my-angsty-OC-is-OP-:) phase:

"Okay. Guys, repeat after me:

All OCs in this fic are means for an end. They are fuel for the trip. They are going to burn as the plot car speeds and drags the other characters through the highway - some more literally than others - towards the conclusion.

Amen. "

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Same joke, three takes. Personaly I prefer Take 2.

Take 2: "Cut it off? I never said I would cut off his d*** to shove it down his throat. Nooooo, I'm just gonna make an art piece inspired on The Human Centipede with that f***er as medium. Creative liberties included."

Take 3: "Cut it off? Who said anything about cutting it off? Noooo, I'm just gonna produce a kinky Human-Centipede-themed porn starring that a**hole and that a**hole only. No biggie."

Take 1: "Cut it off? Who said anything about cutting it off? Noooo, I'm just gonna direct a low budget comemorative horror porn edition short of most memorable moment of The Human Centipede starring that a**hole and that a**hole only!"

The takes are in my order of preference.

(17/08/2024) Edit: Oh, God, why was I so fucking cringe.

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Today is a day when everything I ever did is a bad idea.

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OMFG THIS TAG IS FOR REAL: Please Ryan Reynolds don't read this

It's freaking real. WTF?

LMAO

I CAN'T.

It's an OFFICIAL TAG.

I don't know why this would trigger a dopamine release in my brain, but it did.

I am smiling like a fool, damn it.

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I will be never unnotice that DP stands for both Deadpool and Double Penetration.

I decided to unnecessarily share this with the class.

P.S.: I just realized it works for Deep Penetration, Damp Penetration, Dagger Penetration, D-word Penetration. YOU NAME IT. FUCK.

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Nice enablement of chaos.

Reddit started removing moderators from protesting subreddits, so /r/PoliticalHumor just made all their over one million subscribers moderators.