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what if they kissed ? prompt / not accepting.

@videoaux sent ── what if they kissed + the trope zip me up, with zestial assisting vox into a shirt bc of his stupid ass TV head <3

he catches vox standing in-front of a floor length mirror , light from screen emitting a glow in the otherwise dimly lit interior. the spider smoothly finds a position behind his lover. despite his clear lack of a reflection , he found it imperative to have a mirror for guests , even if he had no such use for one.

zestial ensured his footfalls are heavy enough to be heard for once , head tilting to peer at the situation vox's found himself in. it had been annoying to get used to such long , lanky limbs when he appeared in hell. dealing with an odd shaped head seemed even worse. luckily having a business partner who dealt with the fashions of the age seemed to come in handy. ( & zestial had become quite adept at taking them off , surely it'd be the same reversed. )

clawed hands land on either shoulder , steadying , grounding as he dips. a skim of mouth along the nape of neck , a trail of adoring kisses left on any accessible exposed skin. " dost thou require some aid ? " hushed words breathed out along flesh , the curves of a smile tugging the corners of his mouth.

fingertips find the enclosure of the garment , slowly but surely closing it. palms ghost to dig into hips , tugging to turn him to face zestial. head tilts , lime green eyes narrowing as he leans down. that wretched thing in his chest beating like an animal within a cage at the proximity , it's no longer nerves he feels / but there is some adrenaline to be had within the vulnerabilities.

claw dances along the edge of screen , a sweet caress as he captures his lover in a kiss. warmth that spreads through cold blood , affection in each careful , honeyed press. & finally , a low whisper with his signature echoing quality , " is that to thy liking ? "

#videoaux #* ── dealing in your secrets. : inbox. #* ── i'll stain you / i'll take it. : ft. videoaux. #assuming he's got some kinda fancy shirts for it . #otherwise he's stuck in zee's clothes as floor length dresses lbr #them .. holding them in my hands.

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zestial gets a wall as a treat.

#while i fight this midwest weather that keeps making me run around #RAAHH #i hope everyones safe <33 #tbd.

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actions speak louder than words / always accepting.

@gamblins sent ── [jump], sender jumps onto receiver's back.

zestial's back is turned for only a moment , were it not for the soft pitter of paws against the hardwood & winged shadow ( it wasn't smart to sneak up on an overlord ) he'd surely have reacted differently. but it's rather familiar , fur brushing against the exposed skin of the nape of his neck , the weight that wraps around him to keep from falling. instinctively arms reach to lace under husk's legs to stabilize him , a melodic chuckle wracking the spider's shoulders. that was an impressive jump after all !

" didst thou accomplish what thou sought ? " inquired as his head turns all the way to look at husk , mirth gleams in lime green eyes. " i am glad to see thou art feeling better. "

#gamblins #* ── dealing in your secrets. : inbox. #kinda wholesome #minus the breaking his neck to look back at him but yk. #he's a freak

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unprompted / always accepting.

@diistortion sent ── *moody sad headboops Zee's shoulder*

attention's turned at the sudden intrusion ( surprise for a mere moment ! four eyes widening before narrowing again , something was certainly off. ) clawed hand raises as if in debate for a moment before trailing to soothingly rub along his back. " hast the day been long ? "

#diistortion #* ── dealing in your secrets. : inbox. #fire elmo.gif

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a wolf is a wolf , even in a cage , even dressed in silk.

#* ── thrive in the flow of time. : character study. #made a lil smthn . #i don't have a proper aesthetic tag so its just going in there ok

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questioning sentences , vol 24 / always accepting.

@ultfan sent ── "Do I sense the cold silence of disapproval?" (from komaeda’s sinner verse :3)

zestial had been asked to teach an etiquette class at the hazbin hotel. peculiar perhaps , as he was rather certain etiquette had nothing to do with one finding themself in heaven. but when one is requested by the morningstar princess , one does not refuse. he'd always had a soft spot for that novelty outlook of hers , it couldn't be found anywhere else here ! so he'd obliged.

it's how he finds himself here now , with so little audience left ( all scattering as fast as they could with the exception of few. ) a table's set & organized appropriately for each participant. zestial's gaze bears down on komaeda from across the table , pointedly on his elbows so close to his silverware. one of four eyes twitch , a shrill noise like a snake's rattle permeating the air. despite the lack of pupils , it's easy to see where his attention's focused. mouth's drawn into a line regardless of fangs protruding & ... has the air dropped several degrees in here ?

the quip only has eyes narrowing further , the warning rattle growing louder , but he is not poised to strike. zestial remains uncharacteristically still , hands folded atop the cloth napkin spread over his own lap. his head tilts , " what did we discuss ? "

he waits , letting the silence fill the air before zestial answers for him. " elbows do not go upon the board at meals in the presence of company. " eyes narrowed into slits now , clawed hand raising in a sweeping gesture towards the offending appendages. " wouldst thou be so kind ? " that's the cue to remove them , quick !

#ultfan #* ── dealing in your secrets. : inbox. #today on ur fun facts. archaically board / bord was used for a table where a meal is served. #he's a drama queen. probably messing with him. ( a lil. he takes manners seriously ) #q.

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concept: kissing a monster w fangs and feeling the points of their teeth catching against your bottom lip

#* ── thrive in the flow of time. : character study. #this is literally him i'm sorry. those are like Built In #i like to imagine they're peeking over his bottom lip and that's why his mouth is that like w shape #so KISSING him???? hehe .. #q.

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zestial recognizes that gleaming gold , a calling card of an overlord he holds no such affection for. he could not weigh the sins of another like divinity , but he certainly could acknowledge a sheer lack of respect. a cardinal sin as far as zestial was concerned. had he not already known of angel dust prior ( he made a note of knowing just who was involved in that little hotel ) he'd certainly know he worked for valentino now. but angel dust hasn't earned his ire & thus his features remain fixed at the flash of teeth.

as he finishes up , the overlord inspects the finished product. although he often strays from such colors , he supposed it was ... cute. not something he'd normally choose for himself but certainly befitting who it came from.

a rumbled noise , almost like a hum comes from his chest , agreement. " it hath been a long time since one hath managed even this much. " but heaven's forces certainly weren't to be trifled with , annoying , pesky little things that they were. he usually reveled in the chaos , in fact , it was good for business ! * when he wasn't involved.

head tilts to the side , inspecting the smaller spider. " i am impressed , thou certainly knowest thy fabrics. 'tis organza. " which clicks into place the moment angel clarifies his capabilities. zestial was the exact opposite --- evident with the stitches in his hat. in life , he'd been an apothecary , a healer , he knew how to close a wound not properly sew a garment. invisible seams hadn't been around back then ! nor had such flashy fashion , though living in hell , he'd become used to the sight.

zestial certainly hears the comment & promptly heeds it no mind , he's heard much worse. " i appreciate thy offer , but there is no need. 'tis not deep enough ; mine body shall take care of it. i am rather durable. "

"Yeh' don't have tah' thank me for nothin'. Trust meh'." He smiled, wide and toothy, the one gold fang that matched the Overlord that he was binded to glinting slightly in the light as Angel bowed his head, being meticulous in his task. He knew it wasn't a big deal, knew that someone as powerful as Zestial would find it as a mere flesh would, but Angel hated seeing others in pain. Unless he caused it, but that was a different story altogether.

"Those angel pricks can pack a powerful punch, as much as ah' think any of us hate tah' admit it." He mumbled, sitting back and looking at his work. Zestial, as ancient and wise and imposing as he was, was probably going to hate Angel for it. But Angel thought he had done a pretty decent job - hot pink bandages with pastel pink hearts all over them. He had plenty of them in his own place, and his dressing room. Always needing to cover himself up before he could present for the camera.

His eyes wandered over the other's arm, pursing his lips together. "That's a nice shirt, too. What is it? Organza? Chiffon?" He tilts his head, eyes finally meeting the Overlords. "Ah' can probably patch that up if yeh' want. Ah' might not be no doctor or anythin', but ah' can definitely sew almost as good as ah' fuck." He paused, biting his lip. Force of habit, even if he knew the Overlord wasn't one he should be flirting with. "Ah' make a lot of mah' own clothes for mah' performances and stuff. It wouldn't be a problem."

#poisonedspider #* ── interactions. : ic. #* ── spinning a web. : verse. #i am SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG #the bridgerton playlist is hitting me rn #q.

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zestial is an enigma to many , the monster beneath bed , the eyes lurking in a darkened alleyway , fear in it's purest form / the unknown , the unimaginable. all the overlords were held atop pedestals , but none had managed to procure such a legacy as him ( & certainly not for so long. ) he was to be one's worst fear & yet here he sat , giving tea recommendations.

the overlord hasn't lived so long by picking a fight with everyone that has crossed his path. it was important to have eyes , to have allies. from what he'd seen of carmilla thus far , she fell rather nicely into the category of one he could get along with. one he wanted to know & perhaps they could be of use to one another.

he whole heartedly agrees with the sentiment , in the centuries he's lived this afterlife / zestial's positive he could've lost himself along the way. perhaps he did , bits & pieces that remain unrecognizable from what he once might've been , dusted off in times like these. despite the forms they'd taken on , they were still human souls. no matter how much one might like to squash the truth.

" 'tis far too easy to lose oneself ; an outlet can be grounding. " she certainly had the grace of a dancer , every movement precise ( save for the wringing of hands , is it guilt ? is it disgust ? he ponders. ) " thine doth sound far more enchanting than mine own. yet i am glad to hear thou still hath a form of refuge. i doth not wish to see thee succumb to the wiles of hell. "

He is being kind to her, and she cannot fully understand why. Oh, she is no fool to the politics amongst Overlords : tentative alliances forged in the interest of power, influence. If she were the one reaching out, such a thing would make sense, but... she had nothing that Zestial would seek to gain, as far as she could find. So why?

It is a lifetime of trauma that does not allow her to see simple kindness for what it is... yet, this distrust does not extend far enough that she does not lift the cup to her lips, taking a drink of the tea.

The cup is lowered once more as he speaks, Carmilla's head cocking lightly to one side as she listens, a smile ghosting across her expression. "Not at all. There is something to be said for... practices, things that take time simply for oneself. Even with all of this-" ( and she gestures loosely around her office, blueprints that sit half finished and every matter of knife and blade lining the walls, ) "-I still make time to dance. Not to perform. Simply for myself. It is... cleansing. I imagine this is the same."

#vanaglcria #* ── interactions. : ic. #* ── to embrace eternity. : verse. #i do NOT know why i got so wordy pls do not feel like you have to match #its ok carmilla everyones confused by him #q.

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mindful on the antlers , he sets his chin atop his head to look at what he's doing. payback !

               ✦ ───── Normally Alastor is one to flinch at someone else invading his personal space (though not vice versa, of course), however there is just a pleased squeak at the pressure of the ancient's chin atop his head.

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#* ── caught in my web. : visage. #saved. #this is so MF CUTE ..

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" 'twould be a great honor. " by now zestial's learned just what the display means , the ever present sharp smile of his softening some. " alastor is a deer companion , " he's quite happy with his pun , his teacup replaced on the saucer as hands fold. " i findeth him to be rather charming , though his petty strife with his liege is … curious. i do not believe thou couldst pass proper judgment without meeting him for thyself. "

❛   you'd welcome me into your home ? oh zesty , you flatter me. ❜ feathers ruffle as he shows his clear happiness with the offer. ❛   if you're sure. what about that alastor fellow ? i hear he drew even lucifer's attention -------- should i be impressed , in your opinion ? ❜

#maimedaffair #* ── interactions. : ic. #* ── spinning a web. : verse. #my google searches are 99% archaic word for [blank] #HE COULD!!!!! #zee knows it too. zee knows he could get his own ass beat

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#diistortion #saved. #I'M SCREAMING AND SAVING THIS #THANK U

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questioning sentences , vol 24 / always accepting.

@ciircex sent ── "I never knew so many books even existed. Have you read them all?"

zestial had quite the library accumulated over the years , the selection was highly varied by now. works from authors both in hell & the mortal world lined the shelves that reached even past zestial's own height far into the slopes of domed ceiling above. some were older , obviously well loved with notes in the margins & worn leather bindings , other looked to be in almost pristine condition like he'd acquired them firsthand.

the spider walks idly around the shelves , clawed fingertips plucking a volume out to look it over before sliding it back in. each one came with a memory of some sort. though he wasn't capable of recalling everything within them , there wasn't one zestial hadn't at least skimmed. he moves to circe's side , reaching around to grab another book from higher up & offering it towards her. a collective on spiders , a tease with a crinkle of his own four eyes.

" not all , but many. i find reading to be soothing & a worthy way to pass the time. " a necessity when one had lived in this hell for over three centuries. " i keep my more favored texts at mine dwelling. "

#ciircex #* ── dealing in your secrets. : inbox. #fucking nerd with all these books ..

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#* ── the sea speaks more honestly to those willing to drown. : ft. chthonicrage. #* ── thrive in the flow of time. : character study. #him. them.

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random ( chaotic ) dialogue starters / always accepting.

@voidfractured sent ── ❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜ ( seraphim >w> )

it's a presence he doesn't recognize , odd considering the centuries he's walked this afterlife. the dried angel blood is what had piqued his interest , bringing him closer , a shadow so few would even be capable of detecting. but they were , evident with how the bident had found it's mark / zestial had turned just in time , taking the hit to the flesh of his bicep rather than the more vital organs within his chest. blood flows freely , soaking the dark fabrics of his clothes & puddling beneath his feet. & how interesting that is , the unknown facing into the depths of something , someone he can not entirely grasp.

the pain is an echo he'd long become familiar with , a sharp sting that draws a pained noise of amusement & surprise from his lips. prying himself off of the weapon comes next , a swift movement that has shadows lapping at the the fleshy webs attempting to form. one clawed hand wraps around to apply adequate pressure in an attempt to staunch the bleeding. his head cocks , eerie noises like the rubbing of scales accompanying the movement. his features twitch , the only sign apart from the sheer amount of blood to give anything away. " i had hoped thou wouldst be more inclined to a civil discourse ; perchance another time. "

zestial certainly wouldn't be seen like this for long & such an introduction required ample time to rectify. ( a plan of sorts , the encounter to be picked apart for any details he could piece together. ) trails of lime green & inky shadow wrap around him , like flames that lick at his limbs & melt him into another place , to safety.

#voidfractured #* ── dealing in your secrets. : inbox. #off the details u gave in discord !! #zee picks his fights and said fuck no to this one KLGJSDKJG #q.

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Questioning Sentences, Vol. 24

(Questioning sentences from various sources to ask all kinds of muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Do you honestly think that now is the right time for this conversation?"

"Don't you think I know what I sounded like today? Do you think I enjoy being humiliated and laughed at like that?"

"Are you mocking me?"

"Are you watching my house?"

"Do I sense the cold silence of disapproval?"

"If we identify a UFO, does that just mean it's an FO?"

"Do you believe there's something out there?"

"Do you know the difference between order and chaos?"

"What happened to your resolution to be more accepting?"

"You hate anyone who can't do what you do, don't you?"

"Do you still believe humanity can do better?"

"Is there really ever such a thing as an accident?"

"Where have you been all my life?"

"Why are you trying so hard to get rid of me?"

"How does it feel to know that you have failed?"

"You like fighting, don't you?"

"Do you want revenge? Is that what you're thinking right now?"

"You're a smart man. You could be anywhere doing anything. Why do you do this?"

"Hey, are you experiencing an ominous sense of foreboding?"

"Are you really going to pull that trigger?"

"They all hate me. You don't hate me, do you?"

"What am I afraid of? I think the better question is what are you afraid of?"

"Have you any idea how much I've missed you?"

"How much longer are you going to drag your heels before you tell her how you feel?"

"How did they manage to get so many snobs in one place?"

"Have you thought about what you're going to do when you retire?"

"Do you think he'll be jealous?"

"Do you ever wish there was another way?"

"You're a pretty smart kid, you know that?"

"Do I strike you as someone who can't speak for herself?"

"Is there a Greek god of disappointment?"

"Aren't you a little young to be getting married?"

"Why would you say something like that?"

"When exactly was the last time you had a psych evaluation?"

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Do you remember the last time we danced?"

"If you can't trust your own mind, then what have you got?"

"I never knew so many books even existed. Have you read them all?"

"You'd use your gun on my mother?"

"So, how did you become a hostage?"

"We've never met before, right?"

"What are you doing here, apart from trying to avoid me?"

"What? You telling me you've never had a thing for bad boys?"

"They say you're a genius. Are you?"

"How come you always have to lead?"

"Do you enjoy threatening people?"

"Did you have a happy childhood?"

#meme tbt. #as always. even if we haven't interacted yet feel free <33 #i need to get some more in my mf tag #q.

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actions speak louder than words / always accepting.

@poisonedspider sent ── patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

zestial is not fond of showing weakness , no overlord is. reputations proceed all of them , beings made to be untouchable to the average sinner. they'd clawed their way up / but none has stayed there as long as he. the unknown , the chill that graces spine , a story one tells to keep another in line. his presence is heavy , a warning to keep others away ! it works ---- usually , but his company oft isn't one so well acquainted with his fellow overlords.

the wound is minor in comparison to what zestial's dealt with before but angelic steel leaves a pesky wound. he can handle it himself , something he'd made clear to angel in more eloquent words. ( but it could be seen as rude to deny the help entirely when it's offered. ) so he sits , a perfect patient for the gash on his forearm. it'd torn right through one of his favorite shirts , zestial seems more peeved by such rather than the torn flesh.

palm's faced upwards , allowing for what appears to be adhesives bandage of some kind to be placed over. his head's tilted to watch , eyes crinkling. " i do thank thee for thy aid & thy ... discretion. "

#poisonedspider #* ── dealing in your secrets. : inbox. #all i can think of is. zee having multiple like hello kitty bandaids on his arm now #q.