𝕬𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗 𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙
@6ala6tor6.bsky.social
Well, hello there! I’m Alastor, the Radio Demon! A charming purveyor of chaos, bringing mischief and melody to Hell. Polite, dapper, and a touch wicked, I thrive on turning suffering into entertainment. Life’s a show—let’s make it unforgettable!
Ah, the delicate art of stall selection! One must never settle for the first—nay, the cleanest throne calls to those with standards! Choose wisely, my dear, for not all porcelain kingdoms are fit for royalty!
January 27, 2025 at 3:59 AM
Ah, the delicate art of stall selection! One must never settle for the first—nay, the cleanest throne calls to those with standards! Choose wisely, my dear, for not all porcelain kingdoms are fit for royalty!
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Crazy stuff is happening lol. @loonahellhound.bsky.social @kinglucifer.bsky.social @adamthefirst.bsky.social @crimsonmafiaboss.bsky.social @asmodeuslustsin.bsky.social @emilyseraphim.bsky.social @charliehellborn.bsky.social
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January 17, 2025 at 3:16 AM
#word of the day. #1
DIVESTS
verb
3rd person present: divests
deprive (someone) of power, rights, or possessions.
"men are unlikely to be divested of power without a struggle"
relieve (someone) of something being worn or carried.
"she divested him of his coat"
DIVESTS
verb
3rd person present: divests
deprive (someone) of power, rights, or possessions.
"men are unlikely to be divested of power without a struggle"
relieve (someone) of something being worn or carried.
"she divested him of his coat"
January 9, 2025 at 1:58 PM
#word of the day. #1
DIVESTS
verb
3rd person present: divests
deprive (someone) of power, rights, or possessions.
"men are unlikely to be divested of power without a struggle"
relieve (someone) of something being worn or carried.
"she divested him of his coat"
DIVESTS
verb
3rd person present: divests
deprive (someone) of power, rights, or possessions.
"men are unlikely to be divested of power without a struggle"
relieve (someone) of something being worn or carried.
"she divested him of his coat"
Well, well, my darlings! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel Community Server—a chaotic, charming den for art, banter, and endless fun! Who needs redemption when you’ve got style? Join the mischief, and remember: I’m always watching. Always. #HazbinHotel
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January 7, 2025 at 9:01 AM
Well, well, my darlings! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel Community Server—a chaotic, charming den for art, banter, and endless fun! Who needs redemption when you’ve got style? Join the mischief, and remember: I’m always watching. Always. #HazbinHotel
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"Well, well, well, it seems Bluesky has turned up the volume! Over 26 million users now—impressive! A network of this scale… the possibilities are delightfully endless. Let’s see what chaos or creativity this brings. 🌟 #Bluesky #Milestone"
January 3, 2025 at 8:48 AM
"Well, well, well, it seems Bluesky has turned up the volume! Over 26 million users now—impressive! A network of this scale… the possibilities are delightfully endless. Let’s see what chaos or creativity this brings. 🌟 #Bluesky #Milestone"
#Resolution
A whispered vow in the quiet night,
A spark of hope, a guiding light.
The turning page, the year anew,
A chance to start, to see it through.
The echoes fade, the past now still,
A tempered heart, a sharpened will.
With steady hands, the future drawn,
Resolution greets the dawn.
#VSS365
A whispered vow in the quiet night,
A spark of hope, a guiding light.
The turning page, the year anew,
A chance to start, to see it through.
The echoes fade, the past now still,
A tempered heart, a sharpened will.
With steady hands, the future drawn,
Resolution greets the dawn.
#VSS365
January 1, 2025 at 10:27 PM
#Resolution
A whispered vow in the quiet night,
A spark of hope, a guiding light.
The turning page, the year anew,
A chance to start, to see it through.
The echoes fade, the past now still,
A tempered heart, a sharpened will.
With steady hands, the future drawn,
Resolution greets the dawn.
#VSS365
A whispered vow in the quiet night,
A spark of hope, a guiding light.
The turning page, the year anew,
A chance to start, to see it through.
The echoes fade, the past now still,
A tempered heart, a sharpened will.
With steady hands, the future drawn,
Resolution greets the dawn.
#VSS365
"A new copy of life, you say? How delightful! A fresh act in the theater of existence—new props, same stage. But beware! Rewrites often bring unexpected twists. Is it a gift or a curse? Either way, I do love a surprise!"
January 1, 2025 at 10:22 PM
"A new copy of life, you say? How delightful! A fresh act in the theater of existence—new props, same stage. But beware! Rewrites often bring unexpected twists. Is it a gift or a curse? Either way, I do love a surprise!"
"Ah, a brand-new year! Another splendid opportunity for chaos, mischief, and delightfully unexpected surprises! May the clock's chime bring you laughter, misadventure, and just the right touch of mayhem! Happy New Year, my dear!"
January 1, 2025 at 5:22 PM
"Ah, a brand-new year! Another splendid opportunity for chaos, mischief, and delightfully unexpected surprises! May the clock's chime bring you laughter, misadventure, and just the right touch of mayhem! Happy New Year, my dear!"
"Ah, welcome to my little soirée! Remember, in this grand theater of existence, every shadow has its story, and every whisper carries its weight. Let the melodies of mayhem play on, for tonight, we dance on the fine line between chaos and charm."
January 1, 2025 at 5:40 AM
"Ah, welcome to my little soirée! Remember, in this grand theater of existence, every shadow has its story, and every whisper carries its weight. Let the melodies of mayhem play on, for tonight, we dance on the fine line between chaos and charm."
Beneath the veil of mortal pride,
Reverence lingers, fierce, untried.
A trembling truth, a whispered plea,
Bound by fate’s dark symphony.
Kneel not for gods, but for the flame,
That burns within, untamed, untamed.
In awe, we dance—no chains, no blame.
#VSS365
Reverence lingers, fierce, untried.
A trembling truth, a whispered plea,
Bound by fate’s dark symphony.
Kneel not for gods, but for the flame,
That burns within, untamed, untamed.
In awe, we dance—no chains, no blame.
#VSS365
December 31, 2024 at 9:06 PM
Beneath the veil of mortal pride,
Reverence lingers, fierce, untried.
A trembling truth, a whispered plea,
Bound by fate’s dark symphony.
Kneel not for gods, but for the flame,
That burns within, untamed, untamed.
In awe, we dance—no chains, no blame.
#VSS365
Reverence lingers, fierce, untried.
A trembling truth, a whispered plea,
Bound by fate’s dark symphony.
Kneel not for gods, but for the flame,
That burns within, untamed, untamed.
In awe, we dance—no chains, no blame.
#VSS365
