Max ♤ Finally Coming Back (kinda)

For a quick run down:

- Imp!Vega (henceforth Vega) thinks they would be safer with Lovely while he runs around and helps d(a)emon kind adjust/help the survivors stay alive

- goes ZERO contact because he thinks it will make it “easier for them” (it doesn’t)

- they mope around for a while till they decide to help Lovely keep people safe. They enjoy having a purpose

Maybe it’s their desire to work for worship, maybe it’s the two very different ways we’ve heard about them being flaunted but I’ve always felt like Pet is a gender chameleon.

I don’t think they have a particular connection or pull to any specific norm, look, or experience. I see them as very fluid, adapting the way they present their gender to match the needs of the situation or the fancy of their partner. Treating it almost like a tool.

When Ivan needs arm candy or something pretty to cozy up to, that’s what he gets. Showy outfits, makeup that softens their cutting face, decked out in lavish jewelry.

When Asriel needs a bodyguard? They are domineering, accentuating their sharp features & broad form. Hair cut to fly out in all directions like an animal, cold, silver jewelry to add an air of mystery.

And Pet takes as much pleasure from one presentation as they do the other. If the situation calls for it, or they simply feel the impulse, they transform themself into any variation between & beyond the two.

I think it also comes with the territory of living so long. Who wants to spend eternity in one skin? But I like to think that a piece of themself is still fallible. Still, on occasion, looks in a mirror and sees something that doesn’t match their perception, feels it outside of their control. It’s why I enjoy drawing them in face paint/corpse paint so much. Like a version of themself that doesn’t serve a purpose or please anyone other than themself.

Please also consider the idea of Pet hating that feeling of humanity that they thought they had rid themself of and painting themself to seem more off putting & inhuman to alleviate that feeling of dissonance. Otherkin pet? Hmmmm.. much to consider…

The thing I enjoy about their dynamic is that, even if Asriel maintains control as best he can, even if Pet stays perfectly loyal, one day they will consume him. That is inevitable.

I like that Pet doesn’t have perfect/rational morals compared to human sensibilities. They’re immortal and have been at the mercy (to some degree) of humans for a great deal of time. It skews the way they regard them & their relationships with them. I have no doubt they hold some level of care for Asriel, as they did Ivan. But also in needing to take life force from humans to survive, how they feel & express that care becomes mixed with their need to feed.

To me, Pet views total consumption of their partners as an act of extreme intimacy, of true love. They play out the relationship, allow the dynamic to take whatever shape is most entertaining, and once Pet has given all they have to give they take all their partner has to give.

If you lived forever, had to eat people to survive and were trapped by freak ass humans you’d have weird kinks too.

Here’s the inspo vv

Juno was seven and we were just getting ready for her to move from my dad’s house to live with me when she passed. I had just seen her last Monday and she was fine. By Friday she was dead and I was rushing home to lay her to rest.

She’s always been my little baby, even when her white beard started filling in. She loved to play fight and play fetch. When she was a puppy she left so many holes in the yard that we still find new one. If you left wood in the fire pit she’d spread it across the yard and if given the chance Juno would take off after a squirrel, but she always came home. She was so cuddly and excited to see people that she would meet you at the door with her whole butt wagging (her tail just wasn’t enough to express herself). Sometimes her ears would move back and she’d look like Dobby the house elf. We would always tell her “Don’t worry Juno. You’re part of the pack”. I thought it was silly, she had to know how much we loved her but I’m glad my dad made us remind her.

She died the same month we got her and to keep her body safe, my dad wrapped her in garbage bags. We buried her the next day in my backyard, right next to my childhood dog Tinkerbell. I sent her on her spirit walk with the bandana I used to dress her in as a puppy and a pouch of tobacco with my hair so I could stay with her.

I made this comic over the course of today. I was looking at the snow that covered her grave this morning and couldn’t stop thinking “your dog is dead”. I finished the comic on the drive back to my apartment in the city, thinking about how I had to leave her behind.

Here are some pictures of my beautiful girl