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Hi~ I will come out with a proper promo soon, but for now, have this! This is Danna here with the megalomaniac Kai, Zamasu from Dragonball Super. If you’re interested, please give me a follow and I’ll check out your blog.Come support your local Danna and get tortured and murdered :>

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Though Alastor sometimes chooses to summon devoured souls to toy with in his games, they'll often have some matter of control allowing/forcing them to act certain ways. The amount of control depends on the purpose. He usually won't allow them to show anything to tip off his new intended toys of just how wretched it is to be denied existence only to be drawn back as a puppet. Their true minds exist inside for he restores them to satisfy his sadism, but no one will ever see it unless he so wishes.

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Alastor is the offspring the Great Eldritch Being, Nyarlothotep, equivocating him above that of mere Gods.

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Niffty is one of the unfortunate souls to have made a deal with Alastor, now enslaved by himself for use whenever he wishes.

[rinnothy-deactivated20200823]

Is that not why we’re all here?

[akyokanta]

Doodle

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@curiouskillcd​

“Your precision is uncanny, Doctor. It’s like watching a cellist pull a bow across the strings.”

[sins-sama]

fallen angel alastor because i can lmfao 

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@umbralrosa​

“What a splendid garden,” his radio voice chirped. One arm was pressed tight to the curve of his erect back, the other poised above the flora. Within his palm were hunks of fresh meat for which he fed them with an air of whimsy. “The poor things are starved. Just look at them! You really ought to feed them more.”

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@helludus​

“Great smile, dear.” He stuck his fingers in the corners of her mouth and pushed her lips apart. “But it could be better! Show me those pearly whites~.”

[night-dawn-day]

DRACULA: DEAD AND LOVING IT (1995)

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"So can you like turn the radio onto any song at any time?" He asks as he peers from where he was upside down. "Mmm... play something swinging "

He snaps his fingers, and the request was done. In the Mood by Glen Miller rung out nice and smooth through an old timey ring just as it was meant to. Ah! The inconveniences of charity. What luck Alastor himself had such good taste that decent music could be played. A request for anything less than his own would have been swiftly denied. Perceptive of Angel Dust, he’d admit. Or maybe just lucky.

“I trust that is satisfactory, my good fellow.”

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lachrymosestorm‌:

@hellcisthisthingon​​ asked: :^)

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥ ·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̩̩̥·̩̩̥̩̩̥˚̩̥̩̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊  That was.. the widest smile and the sharpest teeth she had ever seen in her life. It was clear that this being was not human. Tensing, she swallowed hard as she took a step back. “Ah.. C-Can I help you..?” 

It was like static before her very eyes the moment he appeared. Adjustments of a failing transmitter sounded along with it fading away to the smallest crinkling of static that underlaid the silence, tainting it with his very presence. A wide, inhuman smile pushed the boundaries the breadth of his face could contain that gave no sign of fading to anything less.

“Help me? Oh no no no, dear. I’m here to help you!” The very sound of the creatures voice was poisoned with the unnatural sound of static, faded somewhere further away as though he were speaking from an ancient time through the speakers of an old radio. 

He snatched up her hand and shook it vigorously. “Alastor, Wonderful to meet you, Desdemona. I’ve been looking forward to this for quite some time!” Alastor’s face seemed to swallow up the space between their faces like a glass of water. If he were to take a bite of her, it would only take opening his mouth. And then he was gone, moving about the space of her small apartment.

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Alastor’s microphone is sentient cause its actually someone who was stupid enough to make a contract with him. He was a radio host from the twenties who Alastor found great entertainment with whilst fulfilling his lofty deal. He’d made the host the greatest name in the business (while inadvertently forcing him through mind-breaking trials). The moment that was declared, he’d collected his debt taking with him his newfound appreciation for the art of the radio.

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As Alastor becomes more theatrical and false, his voice sounds further away as though he were speaking through a radio despite being right in front you. However, the more true he behaves to his actual nature, this effect dissapears entirely. 

[itsthevioletqueen]

“𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊, 𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯! 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖊!~”