all jokes aside even if claws, spines, horns, fangs and/or hundreds of malevolent blood red eyes arent ur thing and u dont get turned on by danger the strategic value of dating ur local monster/demon/eldritch horrorterror from a dimension of hysteria-producing nightmares w the power to bleach ur hair bone white from shock cannot be understated. like,, can u just imagine rolling up 2 the school reunion party where every1 is talking abt mundane shit like their awful day jobs and boring partners theyll probably have divorced by the next gathering & then u show up (fashionably late ofc) w ur monstrous S.O by ur side…watching ur former classmates’ passive-aggressively condescending expressions slipping from their slack faces like candle wax, replaced by looks of horror & twisted fear…or maybe thats just their faces melting, ur not sure, but either way. the sheer drama of it all……..ur IMPACT……..