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   THERE  ARE  TIMES  IN  which  he  can't  help  but  question  his  asexuality.

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happy early pride month, zestial is asexual demi-biromantic :}

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going on hiatus for a while. will still roleplay but it will be discord only. dunno when i'll be back. discord is saevits, open only to mutuals.

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i see that otp / notp meme going around and i only have one muse on here LOL

so i'm listing some ships below!

SURE!

Zestial / Carmilla

Zestial / Rosie

Zestial / Lucifer

Zestial / Angel ( with more chemistry and plotting! )

Zestial / Stolas ( with more chemistry and plotting! )

Zestial / Husk ( with more chemistry and plotting! )

Zestial / Fizzarolli ( with more chemistry and plotting! )

MAYBE... ( requires VERY good chemistry beforehand and plotting! )

Zestial / Sir Pentious ( not big on it, but ehhh depends )

Zestial / Alastor

Zestial / Valentino

NOTPS

Zestial / Vox

Zestial / Blitzø

Zestial / Velvette

Zestial / Lilith

Zestial / Asmodeus

Zestial / Niffty

Zestial / Sera

Zestial / Adam

Zestial / Lute

Zestial / Charlie

do keep in mind that, although i may ship some more than others, communication and general interesting vibes between characters is key!

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                       I DON’T WANT TO BE SPECIAL!                                                                     I just want to survive.

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A slab of wet bologna soars through the air! Should it land, it is in direct flight towards the Zestial's face with a loud SLAP! Where it comes from or who sends it flying is a mystery. . .

*teleports behind you*

nothing personnel, kid

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The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

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txt from alastor: ZZZZ txt from alastor: zest txt from alastor: this d am Z txt from alastor: do U WA N DINNR LUN txt:from alastor: wan chizen rrrrrgh bEEF txt from alastor: 🥩 🥩🥩🦐🦐 💐 😮‍💨 🤜👵 txt from alastor: O K ???

   AND IT TAKES  HIM  a good  minute  to  understand  what's  being  said  (  so  used  is  he  to  more  formal wording  ),  and  when  he  does  is  then that  Alastor  would  be  able  to  see  three  little  dots  appear  on  his  end  of  the  screen.

   [  TXT  ]:  I  would  be  most  delighted  to  acompany  thee  for  a  meal,  my  friend.  Beef  soundest  marvelous.

   [  TXT  ]:  Should  I,  perhaps,  bring  something  of  my  own  to  accompany  the  food?

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cont. @damnedrainbows !

   DARKNESS  LICKS  AT  THE  edges  of  the  room  (  &  following  a  haunting  silohuette  while  it  moves!  ),  a  seat  creaks  -—  leg  crosses  over  the  other!  “Husk.”  Voice  like  velvet,  yet  laced  with  something  much  darker.  Once  upon  a  time,  such  a  name  would  have  been  preceded  by  a  title...  but  not  anymore. What a shame!  Gaze  fixed  ELSEWHERE  (  head  turned  to  the  side!  )  not  yet  meeting  the  other's  familiar  midnight  &  golden  hues.

   “Amongst  tending  to  other  duties,”  he  confirms,  examining  the  lavishly  decorated  surroundings  (  ah,  the  rich  CIRCUS  theme!  ):  diverting  and  somewhat  comforting  to  behold.  “T'has  been  quite  an  age  indeed,  though  to  encounter  thee  in  this,  of  all  places,  aught  be  a  pleasant  surprise.”  It's  then  that  he  finally  does  turn  to  focus  on  the  feline,  emerald  eyes  GLEAMING  almost  expectantly.  A  surprise?  Unlikely  (  of  course  he'd  know  of  it!  ),  but  a  way  to  offer  polite  conversation  nonetheless.

   “Dare  I  inquire  about  that  which  hast  kept  thou  OCCUPIED  so?”

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ㅤ   ㅤㅤ✦     /     ✱*     &.            𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒   𝐒𝐈𝐍      ;          𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐚   𝐣𝐨𝐛,   𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨   ?

                                       𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆   𝑰   𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅   𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆   𝒚𝒐𝒖   𝒂   𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓.

  private          selective      multimuse ��   ft.      𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨        from                   hazbin           hotel       and      various       muses         from            many        different                media   -      nsfw      will      be     prevalent,      and      trigger      warnings      apply.      minors      &.      personals      will      be         executed      on      sight.         Low     to     medium     activity,     accepting     memes     &     plotting.     Beta     editor.      © arachnaemboss              [     est.    12/23     ]         29     .     worshipped     by     ares     .     gmt     .

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Hell Hath No Fury

…like a schoolteacher with a 12-gauge shotgun!

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"Me again. Checking in. Hey. How's it going."

   “THIS  IS  LORD  ZESTIAL'S  secretary.  If  you'd  like  to  make  an  appointment  to  speak  to  him,  I  think  he may  have  some  openings  in...  three  months?”

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   “AH,  YET  'TIS  BUT  an  echo  of  who  one  was,  in  life,”  comes  a  languid,  beguiling  response,  long  fingers  drumming  absently  against  the  table,  some.  “The  form  acquired  in  death  be  naught  but  a  reflection  of  thine  heart  and  actions,  and  so  does  it  oft  reflect  one's  final  moments  as  well.  Deny  it  as  one  might,  best  be  it  to  ACCEPT  and  welcome  these  copious  changes,  shouldst  thou  ever  truly wish  to  make  progress.

   “E'en  then  does  it  possess  LIMITS,  I  fear,  for  more  control  'pon  what  has  been  grant'd,  does  equal  the  power  one  doth  hither  obtain.”  (  and  to  obtain  such  power,  one  must  make  deals  in  their  favour  ).  “Is  this  within  thine  ARRAY  of  interests?”

“I would be lying, my lord, if I claimed mastery,” uttered low but certain. “I’ve begun to understand… fragments of what this new form allows. There’s a weight to it. A pull. The shadows follow me—I feel them even now. They linger, like a tide waiting for the command to surge.”

He paused, considering his next words.

“I’ve been attempting to manifest a crew from them. Something familiar. Something mine.” His fingers curled slightly, as though picturing ropes and rigging beneath them. “Not for comfort, but purpose. Structure.”

His tone cooled then, tinged with a disciplined distaste.

“As for what this body is—this form—I still do not care for it. It is not what I was. Nor what I aspired to be. But I am learning to live with it, rather than in denial of it. I suppose that’s what one calls… coping.”

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   THAT  WHICH  CRAWLS  JUST  underneath  the  surface  remains  vile  and rancorous -—  itching,  raking  'pon  muscle  and  fat  alike  with  sharpened  appendages,  hoping  to  at  last  be  free.  Deft  senses  of  his  own  take  note  of  the  intangible  critter's  shrills  and  contortions  (  &  begging  for  just  about  anyone's  scrutiny!  ),  perceiving  something  that  o,  so  hastily,  gets  swept  under  the  rug.  Zestial  enjoys  this  drawn-out  game  of  cat  and  mouse  much  more  than  he  may  be  able  to  let  on  at  current,  yet  he  knows  when  to  push  a  topic  &  WHEN  to  simply  leave  it  be.

   One  can  only  poke  a  cornered  animal  so  long,  of  course  (  and  alastor  can  and  will  lounge  right  at  the  throat!  ),  before  EVERYTHING  falls  apart.

   Rumours  and  hearsay  around  town  do  tell  (  albeit  with  much  a  timid  reluctance…  )  that  the  infamous  Radio  Demon  has  gotten  himself  CUFFED  to  another  soul,  in  some  form.  How  much  of  it  is  true,  and  how  much  of  it  could  be  exaggerated  pieces  of  gossip,  he  can't  help  but  wonder.  The  spirit  is  known  to  hear  it  all  -—  aye,  he  sees  it  all!  -—,  and  something  lurking  within  a  stringent,  vibrant  gaze  ultimately  appears  satisfied  with  the  answer  provided.  What  is  it  YOU  are  hiding  then,  this  time?  (  how  enticing  to  speculate  about,  this  whole  thing  is!  ).

   “Such  occurrence  would  be  most  unfeasible,”  he  muses,  slowly  (  and  akin  to  a  SERPENT  which  smoothly  does  glide  across  the  ground!  ),  before  righting  himself on his seat once more.

   As  easily  as  it  had  been  summoned  forth  however,  does  the  haunting  spell  which  had  GRIPPED  the  conversation  until  this  moment  evaporate;  his  demeanor  changes,  turning  into  quite  the  outwardly  friendly  one.  And  is  it  genuine,  or  perhaps  is  it  yet  another  mask  to  display?  (  do  decorate  it  all  at  will  then,  my  good  sir!  ).  Though  the  eldest  may  still  be  known  to  possess  SOME  amount  of  fondness,  for  those  colleagues  who  hold  themselves  in  a  high  regard.  Nothing  more  scarce  ( and  necessary  ) is  there  'round  these  parts,  he'd  admit,  than  some  amount  of  old-fashioned  class  and  self-respect.

   Where  had  it  all  gone  so  WRONG?

   “Here  had  I  bethought  thou  would  have  eradicated  anything  which  containest  a  screen.” Another small sip! Savouring its distinct flavor, a smile still visible past the fine rim of his cup.

               You   want   to   frown,   but   you   can’t.   Cursed   to   smile—   forced   to.

               ALASTOR   COULD   UNDERSTAND   HOW   THE   WEIGHT   OF   HELL   COULD   CAUSE   someone   to   break.   So   many   years   of   bleakness   could   cause   anyone   to   go   insane,   or   to   simply   give up.   It   was   human   nature   to   break   under   circumstances,   but   one   simply   had   to   keep   smiling—   force   it   through.   One   slip   can   make   one’s   enemies   a   step   ahead.   Why   would   anyone   want   that?

               POWER.   IF   HE   WERE   TO   REQUIRE   MORE   POWER?   THAT   QUESTION   struck   something   deep   within   Alastor.   He   felt   his   firsts   clench   tightly,   claws   dug   deep   into   his   palms   to   coat   the   fingertips   the   same   color   they   already   were.   A   flash   of   irritation,   small   as   it   may   have   been,   could   easily   be   registered   by   someone   of   Zestial’s   stature.   Careful,   fawn,   careful!   You   might   let   on   more   than   you   wish!   He   grappled   with   his   composure   within   seconds,   and   found   that   control   he   loved,   “   Ah,   another   great   question,   my   friend.   ”

                  WITH   AS   MUCH   ELEGANCE   HE   COULD   MUSTER,   ALASTOR   SHIFTED   IN   his   seat   to   hide   his   hands,   and   carefully   unclenched   the   fists,   “   If   I   were   to   gain   that   much   power   to   wield   such   responsibilities,   well…   they’re   just   that,   aren’t   they?   Things   that   need   to   be   done.   I’d   do   it   with   our   complaints   because   if   I   weren’t   careful,   someone   could   take   me   out, ”   silent   heat   rose   in   his   words,   hot   venom   of   hate,   “   They’d   use   such   weaknesses   against   me,   probably   make   me   a   puppet—   a   thing   on   a   string!   Ha!   Could   you   imagine   the idiocy?   ”   His   voice   was   strained,   cracked   against   the   descriptors,   “   No…   ”   a   small   whisper,   “   I   wouldn’t   allow   it.   ”

               But   you   have.   Oh,   how   you   have.