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[demonic-radio]

"What was that? You need to speak up."

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[demonic-radio]

what does a pancreas taste like

"They're rich, tender, and delicious. If I'm too peckish to wait, it's one of the organs I go for eating from the body raw."

[demonic-radio]

Dear Alastor.

Do you mess with (re: like or enjoy, preferably with your choice of rice) oxtail?

No Romo,

Crow

"Oh, oxtail is delightful, just perfect for stew."

[demonic-radio]

Monsieur, have you heard of the island of dead dolls? I feel like it's the perfect place for a destination wedding!

"I can't say I know much about it, but it sounds like a splendid location!"

[demonic-radio]

Every Anon taste different, right?

Which one was your favorite? Have there been any that made you wish they weren't that unique, so you could repeat the taste?

"Anons taste different, but not to an extreme degree. One of them tasted faintly of lavender for some reason, it was my least favorite."

[fromgodsdust]

"Where'd I go? Uhhh. I dunno, getting laid probably. You should try it HAHA. Anywhoo, I'm fucking back bitches."

[demonic-radio]

"By unpopular demand."

[demonic-radio]

Heya hotelslice! Happy Asexuality Day! In honor of today, I got you a gift. It is something called a ‘WebP’ file. If you’d like, I can text it to you!

"I don't know what that is, nor do I want it."

[demonic-radio]

...Have you ever tasted coolant, Alastor???

"I know what it tastes like."

[demonic-radio]

Happy asexuality day Alastor!

"Happy asexuality day."

[demonic-radio]

Oh, I thought that perhaps you decided to taste it. Though, on second thought, I imagine it must have very little meat, if any at all.

His chest seemed to be full of cables, wasn't it?

"Oh, that's not entirely correct. The cables are part of the flesh! It's very coppery, and the wires themselves are tough to chew on, it's quite a contrast from the softer flesh surrounding them. His blood has a very unique aftertaste, too, it's similar to coolant."

[demonic-radio]

Happy to be helpful~

I also thought it was kinda weird, and our poor Alastor was gonna miss the variety of tastes. Btw, talking about tastes: What happened to Vox's body?

"How am I supposed to know? I'm not the one who saw it last."

[demonic-radio]

Alastor how do you feel abt the red cup guy

"...I have no idea who this is."

[demonic-radio]

Do you think you're going to miss Anon meat, since now Anonymous questions are disabled?

"Since they're what now."

OH NO.

"And here I thought this blog was simply inactive!"

[hellsgayestmobster]

"Happy Birthday, Angel Dust! How would you like a birthday gift?"

@demonic-radio

“Every time you give me a gift it’s something horrible and traumatizing..”

[demonic-radio]

"But I went through all this effort to get something you would genuinely enjoy this time!" Alastor held a game to his chest, as if affronted , though his smile was gleeful. "It doesn't include any organic flesh, rotting or otherwise."

[hellsgayestmobster]

There was a beat, then a long exasperated sigh “I swear if this is some of your weird freaky bullshit..” Angel mumbled.

[demonic-radio]

"Well, I did make a cursed doll of Valentino for you, but if you don't want it..."

[hellsgayestmobster]

That definitely peaked the spiders interest

“You being serious?”

[demonic-radio]

"Well, I might have lied about it not having any organic material. Niffty let me borrow some of the fur she ripped off him that one night when you all were out at that club of his. And it's been lightly used."

Alastor offered the doll itself, which had various holes and a small tear through the chest. But it sure was what it looked like.

[hellsgayestmobster]

"Happy Birthday, Angel Dust! How would you like a birthday gift?"

@demonic-radio

“Every time you give me a gift it’s something horrible and traumatizing..”

[demonic-radio]

"But I went through all this effort to get something you would genuinely enjoy this time!" Alastor held a game to his chest, as if affronted , though his smile was gleeful. "It doesn't include any organic flesh, rotting or otherwise."

[hellsgayestmobster]

There was a beat, then a long exasperated sigh “I swear if this is some of your weird freaky bullshit..” Angel mumbled.

[demonic-radio]

"Well, I did make a cursed doll of Valentino for you, but if you don't want it..."

[alovetocashin]

"Happy Birthday, Angel Dust! How about we celebrate? I've already gotten you a present!"

@demonic-radio

“Thanks, Smiles. I’d say I’m excited ta see what it is, but I think the proper word is nervous.”

[demonic-radio]

"Nervous? Because of my gift? You wound me, Angel."

Alastor produced a box that smelled suspicious, reminiscent of pork, or bacon, with something sour beneath it. He gleefully held it for Angel Dust to take.

"Don't keep me waiting, I went through a great deal of effort for this!"

[alovetocashin]

The arachnid merely arched a brow as he accepted the box, the smell already reminding him of a few dozen instances he’d experienced both here in hell and in life. He forced himself not to grimace, as he opened the box.

“Do I really? Aw, an ta think I thought ya didnt care.” He cooed, playing into the joke the best he could manage.

[demonic-radio]

Inside was a pig skull, with flesh and skin still attached in places, rotting in various degrees throughout and burnt in a great many places, the awful smell hitting him full force once the lid popped open. The flesh had a horrible melting quality in places. Alastor had even thrown in a few pig limbs that were in similar states, some even worse.

"No need to thank me, I can already tell you're absolutely delighted!"

There was a birthday card, with Alastor's signature smile scrawled beside a message of some sort, but the card was wet with sinew from the disassembled pig carcass.

"I went through the effort of making it one of those tiny little ones, I know how much you love them."

[alovetocashin]

His smile tightened a little, but he wasnt too offput. After all, hell was full of gruesome sights and this was just another of them.

Instead he pushed a smirk onto his features and closed the box.

“Well aint you just the sweetest, Al. How did ya know Nuggz was picking up cannibalistic tendencies?”

True? Who knows, though grown hellhogs really would eat *anything* they were given the opportunity to, so it wasnt too far fetched to assume Nuggetz might consume the fellow pig’s carcass, rotting or not.

[demonic-radio]

"Oh, how delightful! I'll be sure to provide you with more, then!"

[hellsgayestmobster]

"Happy Birthday, Angel Dust! How would you like a birthday gift?"

@demonic-radio

“Every time you give me a gift it’s something horrible and traumatizing..”

[demonic-radio]

"But I went through all this effort to get something you would genuinely enjoy this time!" Alastor held a game to his chest, as if affronted , though his smile was gleeful. "It doesn't include any organic flesh, rotting or otherwise."