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MR. SATAN, HOW DOES IT FEEL TO REPRISE YOUR ROLE IN WATERPARKS NEW ALBUM???🎤💥
It felt magnificent to remind Awsten and the rest of those mortal musicians that while they’re busy asking "why," I'm down here keeping score and running the show. Also, you can't deny that when I step up to the mic, the entire track catches fire. Yes indeed, Satan is back on the charts where he belongs. 🎸🎤🔥😈
good morning, Mr. Satan, i hope youre doing fine in this the hellish heat! The Forbidden Zone novel describes you as muscular,,,are you actually muscular like your human counterpart? (also a lil fun question: what lipstick color is your fav?)
I'm doing more than fine, thank you. Heat like this keeps my spirits high and my sinners extra crispy. 🔥
As for whether or not I'm as muscular as my human counterpart, well, let me put it this way… An Italian artist once rendered me in white marble for St. Pauls Cathedral in Liege. Soon after this lovely likeness was installed, it was deemed too distracting to female worshippers, and hastily removed from public display. In other words, Danny Elfman can improve his physique all he wants, but he'll never reach my "the clergy thinks you're too hot" level of muscularity.
That being said, you're welcome to pop down here and judge for yourself. Elfman's not the only one who likes to strut around shirtless, you know. ✨💪✨
And regarding your little fun question, a dark and glossy blood red is my go-to for lipstick. It pops under the stage lights, it matches my fiery curls, and most importantly… it leaves a dramatic mark when I kiss the cheeks of my favorite fans. 💄💄💄
are you a communist
Oh, darling, do I look like a man who wants to share?
Greetings, Mortals & Miscreants!
Welcome to the Sixth Dimension! I am your host, your master of ceremonies, your magnificent Prince of Darkness—Satan! Perhaps you've always wondered how I keep my tuxedo so crisp. Maybe you're interested in the acoustics of Hell, or you're curious about my musical tastes. If you'd like to make a bargain, sell your soul, confess your darkest secrets, brag about your most vile sins, or even sacrifice yourself to me in the ultimate gesture of devotion, well, now you can. Between torturing souls and conducting my orchestra of the undead, life underground has gotten a bit boring as of late. So I've decided to open up this little nook of Hell and give you direct access to my lovely self. I invite you to do it all: ask me questions, demand my infinite wisdom, or simply bask in my presence. Step right up and drop your queries into the box. If you’re entertaining enough, I might just grace you with an answer.
Before you go flinging your thoughts into my realm, however, we must establish a few ground rules. Even Chaos has standards!
The Rules Of The Realm
Keep It Entertaining: Boring questions will be fed to the fire. Ask me about my life, my realm, my opinions, or plot a little trouble with me!
Respect the Reruns (No Spamming): Don't send the exact same question twenty times. If I haven't answered it, it means I'm either plotting, performing, or simply ignoring you.
NSFW & Spicy Content Allowed: Look, I’m the Devil—I’m not easily shocked! Explicit and NSFW asks/confessions are allowed, but they will strictly be tagged under #hornydevil so sensitive eyes can block it. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN BROWSING. Curate your experience and block the tag if you don't want to see it!
Fanart & Visuals Welcome: Feel free to send in fanart or links to your creations! I’m a patron of the arts, after all, and I’d love to see what you produce for the realm.
No Real-World Malice or Hate: Banter, villainy, and in-character drama are great, but actual real-world hate speech, bigotry, harassment, or targeted harassment of other users will NOT be tolerated. Anything of that nature will simply be ignored and thrown straight into the void.
Replies: After you submit something, I might write back with a grand response, or I might simply reply with a single period (.) so the post publishes for the rest of the realm to read.
Patience, Mortals (No Set Schedule): The Prince of Darkness operates on his own time! I have a life—and an entire dimension to run—outside of answering your messages. Asks will be answered when I get around to them. If I disappear for a while, either be patient or abandon all hope! Just don't come nagging at me for updates, or you might find yourself on my permanent bad side.
Now, enough chit-chat! Plead your case, send in your asks, and let’s put on a show!
what did you do to the princess..?
Everything, of course, and trust me when I say she very much enjoyed it...
Hello Mr. Satan Sir! Uhh, I hope you are having a good (day?? Night???) in Hell. ^_^
I have draws for you-
DON'T MIND THE ONEO N THE LEFT I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DRAW MONTHS AGO
Anyway... I will scurry off now! BYE!
Why, look at these lines! The energy. The passion. The cheekbones! I'm positively dazzled. ❤️🎨✨
sorry i keep asking questions, i really love this blog!
for clarification, are you Satan from Forbidden Zone, Mystic Knights, or both?
Nonsense, ask anything you like, and never apologize for showering the Prince of Darkness with attention.
Now, as for your question, am I the Satan from Forbidden Zone, or from the Mystic Knights? The answer is… both. The Forbidden Zone is what many mortals call the Sixth Dimension, the place where Hell is located. So I've always been, and shall always be, Satan from Forbidden Zone. However, on occasion, I pop on up to your dimension to have myself a little fun. For instance, whenever young Danny Elfman donned his little devil costume for those delightful, unhinged Mystic Knights performances, he was invoking my spirit. (Jazz and blues is the original Devil's music, you know.) So whenever you dig up those vintage reels of him playing his trombone or waving a pitchfork around on stage, you aren't just watching a human play pretend. You're watching me secretly stealing the spotlight right out from under him. (And don't worry—poor Danny barely feels a thing when I take over. He knows that a little spiritual possession is a tiny price to pay for that kind of rhythm.)
