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THIS BLOG HAS BEEN ARCHIVED NOW @zestials

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THIS BLOG HAS BEEN ARCHIVED NOW @zestials

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quiet update that i’m looking at revamping paimon & zee + finally getting my multi up and running soon!!

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the monthly rory update is that i miss writing hellaverse so expect me to start picking at some stuff + i got my custom made zestial plushie !! look at him below the cut !!

he's chilling ontop of the snake cage for the picture but he also glows in the dark !! & was made by por plushies!!

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your monthly rory update is that i'm going thru a breakup from hell <333

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hellaverse multi-muse kind of put together @h0ly : ' )

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i live paimon ( @paymons ) just has my braincell x

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" hast thou ever known me to misbehave ? " don't pay attention to the cheeky neon grin splitting his face.

' i sure hope you have been behaving . . . '

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i'm home & mastermind is on the mind but i'll try to be here in the next few days > : )

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starter call from x.

" alastor , " the familiar name slides off his tongue without the usual fear one would associate with the moniker. in fact it sounds more like a pleased hum , ethereal as always in quality but almost warm. four neon eyes peer at @alteregozowie , zestial's currently knelt amongst various poisonous & even a few carnivorous plants. it puts them at eye level , a rarity without the elder craning & twisting his body. a gardening apron of sorts is tied securely around zestial as if the dirt would detract any from his ghostly attire.

he finishes clipping off a new shoot from a particularly nippy sinnertrap & handing it off to a skittering member of his staff that's quick to attend to the offering. zestial's head cants to the side , " i daresay thou art not here to aid me in tending the garden , art thou , dear friend ? "

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Alastor, about Zestial in general:

i think that means i bring this meme back.

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starter call from x.

zestial's standing in his specifically-made-to-accommodate-his-height-kitchen next to his companion for the evening. a long green apron's secured round his neck & various shadowy creatures skitter about to clean the bowls they've already dirtied. soft music plays from seemingly no discernible source as he all but floats through the familiar room to gather a small vial. the overlord hovers over @gamblins shoulder to pour some of the contents into the bowl he's mixing , there's a puff of smoke & the soft echo of screams as it dissolves into the mixture. " the secret ingredient , thou seest , is a dash of mortal screams — it doth bring forth the flavor most ... exquisitely. "

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it's a peculiar little sound that draws his attention , neck craning to peer at what he assumes is a sinner. the reaction's unexpected & in turn draws a pleased rumble of laughter from his chest , a rich echoing noise in it's own right. " thou thinkest another hath laid claim to it ? how doth such a thing come to pass ? " his head cants , four neon eyes regarding the stranger carefully. " i hold no desire to claim it for mine own ; 'tis but simple curiosity. "

@zestials liked for a starter

She would scream, but she learned that screaming in fright at every frightening figure she met down here wore on her voice and other's patience. So she held in a meek 'mmmmm' sound. Like a balloon losing hair.

"You're like an overlord? I can't sell my soul - I mean I think someone already has it."

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doodle of my absolutely favourite rarepair 🕸️🌹

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starter call from x.

zestial's made it a point to know just who is staying at the hazbin hotel out of his own festering curiosity ( the morningstar girl's latest flight of fancy & an old friend's reappearance --- it's all too much a coincidence to pass up , really. ) always a seeker of the whispers none else are to hear / there's power to be hand in knowing & playing with the edges of the unknown in turn.

he tracks the arachnid with his eyes before approaching , a slither of shadows along the streets of pride. silence is broken by the screams of passerby that catch sight of him & wish they hadn't. it's almost comical , how potent their fear is ( & all he has in hand is a bag of pastries he'd picked up to enjoy with his tea. )

zestial falls in line with @viceweb's step , head tilting to accommodate the difference in height. " thou art one of the denizens of the hazbin hotel , art thou not ? pray , allow me the honor of escorting thee back to thine lodgings. " he straightens , a polite distance kept between them & a fang filled smile offered. " i am most curious to behold what hath become of it. "

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Pay no need to the deer man nibbling at your neck.

he's never been any good at ignoring alastor , his rapt attention always offered to the radio demon whenever zestial's been graced with his presence. the pressure of sharp teeth nipping at his neck is more than familiar by now , how easily it could be shredded --- it doesn't invoke fear as much as it does a warmth in his otherwise cold blood. fond laughter rumbles in his chest & a clawed hand raises to oh so gently slip into red curls. lithe fingers tangle there as his head rests against the side of alastor's as if to press him closer. to apply more pressure against his skin / to draw the slightest line of neon blood along his throat , trailing down , down , down below the collar of his shirt.