okay so digital circus is going to netflix BUT netflix is operating kinda like a platform? like youtube (but paid) and glitch/gooseworx still have all the rights over digital circus and is in control of all the decisions.
netflix is not putting money on it so digital circus is not backed by a big corporations therefore IT IS STILL INDIE. i feel like a lot of people, specially on instagram and media based social medias just don't know how to read.
i think this is, in one way, good because it will reach new audiences, but ONLY as long as glitch stays consistent on their ideals and don't sell themselves to netflix. i know a lot of people didn't know netflix used to be just a platform for shows and movies from other companies. netflix originals usually sucks ass because it's cash grabs, but they're lowkey desperate.
either way, i don't think you should watch indie animation on netflix when you can watch it for free on youtube and i'm 100% sure they're making just as much money on youtube.
this also kinda raises the question of how are people who get introduced to digital circus via netflix are gonna deal with the show. because since it is an indie animation the episodes takes months to come out. i've seen posts about missing how tv shows used to come out weekly instead of the whole season being dropped in one day, but also a lot of younger people are just used to that and it might as well be the only thing they know. so it will certainly be interesting.
anyways, support indie animations but fuck netflix. that shit is free on youtube you do not need netflix.
also this is the opinion of someone who's not in the digital circus fandom, i rly don't know a lot about it. but i'm an artist and i like to support indie animation so...
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A/N: Not proofread, i’m just stoned and horny
TW: Beel is obsessed with you. brief, light mention of vore (not like actually though), they aren’t like, together so potentially dub consent (but reader is very enthusiastic so kinda not), alludes to MUNCH Beel.
Beel imagined you tasted sweet- like a nectarine.
Round cheeks, soft curves- pretty like a nectarine too. Even now, as you scolded him for eating the cookie dough you had in the fridge, eyes flashing as your finger jabbed his chest.
Beel was large even by demon standards, and you were short by human standards.
He wanted to take you seriously- truly he was very sorry for eating the cookie dough. It was just so sweet.
Like you, too sweet for him to really take you seriously.
You waved a hand in his face, realizing that his face was dazed.
“Hello? Beelzebub? Are you even listening?” Irritation lacing the sweet bell of your voice.
“Huh?” he blinked owlishly at you, blush coating his cheeks when he realized he’d been caught.
One hand perched on the swell of your hip, glaring at him in confusion and annoyance.
“You okay?” concern laced your sweet voice.
Beel couldn’t help but stare at your lips- wondering if you’d let him have a taste. Let him lick against your lips, into your mouth. Maybe even trail it down your skin, teeth grazing every now and again as if he was going to sink them into you, tear the flesh away.
He could nearly taste your confusion, your sweet concern.
Your hand pressed against his cheek, frown lacing your face.
“Do you have a fever?”
Beel felt his restraint slipping, stomach growling loudly.
Hunger frayed his conscience as you continued to fuss over him, concerned the raw egg had turned his stomach.
Your soft perfume reached his nose and he snapped.
His hands flashed to your hips, digging into the squishy flesh and dragging you closer.
His chest heaved as he sucked in your scent.
He was sure his eyes were blown out, his gluttony clearing any thoughts of shame.
A pulse of fear shot through your veins at the ravenous look on the large demon's face. Sure, he was a demon, and a gigantic one at that. But never once had you imagined him as dangerous towards you.
His fingers gripped you as if they were the only thing holding him in this plane.
Ragged breaths ripped from his chest as he hunched over you, all but panting- looking like a rabid animal.
“Beel?” your sweet voice reached his ears and he surged forward, lips slamming into yours, eagerly swallowing down the sugary taste of your surprised squeal.
His hand dug into the counter behind him as his other pressed you firmly against him as he growled into your mouth. His tongue dug into your lips, desperate to explore your mouth.
You moaned into his mouth, allowing his tongue to coax yours out, sucking the muscle into his mouth.
A new smell filled his nostrils-syrupy sweet, causing his stomach to growl loudly.
“G’nna try more of you,” he slurred out, and you yelped as you were suddenly on the counter, his fiery hair between your legs as he lewdly sniffed up your skirt- on his knees.
His mind was hazy at the saccharine scent, eyes rolling back.
He knew you were sweet…
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