just random stuff of our beloved Overlord (yeah another Frieza Fanblog :D) of course dear community you can save all the Gifs/pics/screenshots I mean I did them because of fun :3 sometimes I write and sometimes there is no Frieza content because I want to support artists and friends. I'm here since March 2019 an I have no regrets c:
Fanaticism of Frieza-sama and the Radio Demon :/3
I also RP Frieza for my twin. Sal and Frari forever β€π
Alastor is ΖΙΙκ¦ Daddy π»π¦
It was early morning when the radio demon sat down on the balcony, his crimson cup labeled βOh deer!β he set down elegantly on the glass table, resonating a subtle jingling sound as he opened the current newspaper.
He digs a small card out of his suit, close to his chest, which is a little torn and sullied with his own dried blood, and tries to forget this fight between him and this abhorrent archangel. And although the antlered demon had suffered defeat, the wound on his body could have been even more fatal were it not owing to this card, which had miraculously protected him and acted as a light cushion. A card he had created himself with the image of the human female he had lured to hell a few months ago. He did it for pure entertainment, a still living existence trapped in hell and as something special for this hotel! Though only the permanent dwellers here know of her true existence, as she shifts into a deer form demon outside of this safe haven, perfectly disguised for other demonic creatures. A little gift he had thought up for her, since she is in his favor and behaves so politely towards him.
Perhaps he should actually renew this object at some point, he would only need a small essence of her soul. But those were thoughts he could think about later.
"Mr. Alastor! Good morning! I saw you on the balcony and thought I'd bring a little breakfast for you!"
He doesn't let his surprise show, his grin remains wide and bright, baring his razor-sharp fangs, only his eyes have widened a little and he quickly but inconspicuously conceals this talisman protecting him back into his suit. Mr. Alastor. That's exactly what he meant, she knows exactly how to address him in order to show him the necessary respect.
"What a delightful surprise, my dear! Already up so early? Your culinary creation will probably be even more delightful what you serve." His voice resounds distinctly as if through a radio and he places the newspaper aside while he offers her the seat opposite by hand-gesturing.
She then takes a seat, sincerely thanks the carmine gentleman and places the plate in the middle of the table, removes the cover plate and immediately the warm fragrance of well-done meat pervades the air. A roast venison, decorated with human fingers to savor and fine, other carneous slices high in protein are meticulously placed around the edge of the plate.
Oh! She really knows what he likes and his eyes widen even more, he taps his nails on the classy glass table with an alternating mannerism, an indirect elation and he returns to her.
"I know your breakfast is supposed to be bigger, Mr. Alastor. But I still hope you enjoy it,β the little human says a little embarrassed, with a slight blush on her cheeks, but the demon stag exclaims enthusiastically: βWhy, no, my dear! I couldn't have arranged a better breakfast today!" He leans forward to get a better look at it, as his eyes also take in the aromatic scent of dead meat. For a moment, he had forgotten about the resilience of his lingering injury and a sharp sting burns in his chest, but he doesn't let it show, his grin remains as unwavering as ever.
But his eyes betray him and the human looks at him with a worried expression as she nudges the cutlery towards him. She knows very well that he is wounded and how he is trying to keep it a secret from everyone in the hotel. In fact, she's the only one who knows and wouldn't tell anyone, of course. A wounded overlord by a holy angel weapon, as obvious as it is, that's how hidden it should stay, for him. She can very well empathize with him and can imagine how humiliating it can be for someone who has overestimated themselves and tactfully miscalculated...
βAnd you don't want anything to eat, little doe?β Suddenly his question sounds gallant and courteous as usual, but she just shakes her head and says with a smile on her face: "I've already eaten a little, that's enough for my breakfast. I'd just like to make myself some coffee...β She was about to get up, but Alastor offers her his cup: βYour food for my drink, darling." The voice gives a light, amused laugh before he holds his chest for a moment and then begins to eat.
The woman thanks him again, then takes his cup, propping herself up on the glass table with both elbows and not missing the small detail that he briefly touches his chest. With a slight frown, she sips the cup carefully to test how hot the drink is. It is not too hot for her throat and, as she had expected, it is a strong coffee, without milk. She had exactly the same taste as the venerable overlord in this respect.
But shouldn't she offer to help him? After all, she had experience with wounds...not that she would dispute this knowledge in respect to him...and yet she seems quite fascinated by the way he eats his breakfast. With morbid grace, he tears the meat from the roast and cuts it into small morsels, ironically not bite-sized for him.
She takes another sip from the cup and almost chokes when he offers her something from it. The currently amount of bitter caffeine, which she had swallowed in just one gulp, is unpleasant, but she declines with thanks.
As tempting as the roast venison is (and only this sort of meat on the plate), she really wasn't hungry anymore. She knows that it is a gift to herself that he is so open to her and offers something in a friendly way. She also feels honored that he has so much trust in her, just the fact that she is allowed to use his cup is proof of that. But this quiet atmosphere with him has a calming effect on her and she enjoys spending time with this fearsome infernal entity.
His words remain deep in her memory that she can stay with him for as long as he is satisfied with her. She doesn't really care what would happen if he wasn't with her any more, all that matters to her is the moment and everything she does for him is unconstrained and voluntarily.
Alastor is the most interesting creature she has ever met in her life.
βWhat do you think of the suggestion that we visit Rosie this afternoon and eating together?β he hums his invitation, eliciting a sweet smile from her. βOh yes! I'd look forward to it, Mr. Alastor!β
Hi, sorry for not posting for SO long and not responding to messages asking/waiting for my art. I was diagnosed with severe hyperthyroidism which hindered my physical movements (esp to draw which is my favourite thing to do)
However, Iβm slowly getting better after 4 years of recuperation and I still wish to make art after all! I really hope I can merge back into the community again.
@reptile--queen omg omg. OMG! I mean I know you absolutely love his first form BUT LOOKATHIMPLEASE. Imagine he can teleport his tail in another dimension because this is what you will see there asdjflak sorry hunny.
