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indie. zestial roleplay account.

[arachnaemboss]

THE WEATHER ... DOTH BECOME THIS FINE DAY .

ind . zestial account ( and sometimes asmodeus on the side ) , mutuals only , as narrated by jack . minors dni !

- * a study in horror , religion && . history .

carrd. oz about.

[hazbinned]

Highly selective & mutuals only HAZBIN HOTEL MULTIMUSE starring VOX, VAL, ALASTOR, KATIE KILLJOY, TRAVIS, AND LOTS MORE! Recorded by Al. 21+. MINORS DNI. Read the rules BEFORE you engage! 🦋📺❤️

[dokirosi]

Alastor! The Radio Demon ~ sticker sheet

[arachnaemboss]

HEY so

i set up my own shop! for now these are the two items available, but i do plan on adding more! feel free to reblog and spread this around!

[arachnaemboss]

   STARVATION  FINALLY  ENGLUTS  ITSELF  in  the  warmth  of  her  soul,  framing  around  her  spirit  like  a  cloak  -—  all  -  encompassing,  yet  protective!  Her  playfulness  feeds  the  hollow  in  his  soul  (  it  slips  through  dry  crevices!  )  creaking...  the  gentle  swirl  of  a  river!  Her  radiance  GRASPS  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth,  and  his  smile  reaches  his  eyes!  He  feels  content,  he  feels  at  home.

   Pools  of  neon  DRIFT  &  find  hers  anew,  when  she's  pulled  back.  His  gaze  lingers  in  a  gentle  look,  and  it  remains  attentive  (  &  it  seems  as  though  he  were  basking  in  her  mere  joy!  )...  taking  in  the  brightness  in  her  eyes,  the  raw  TRUST  she  exudes.  How  exquisite!  How  sweet.  May  I  sink  into  it?

   To  feel  what  she  feels,  even  if  for  a  brief  moment  -—  he  UNDERSTANDS  her.  Her  love  is  his  own,  and  it  flows  through  them  like  the  very  energy  that  shapes  them  in  death.  “Is  there?”  he  inquires  in  a  soft  rumble,  returning  some  of  the  same  teasing  she's  summoned  forth.  “Can  I  not  call  upon  thy  person  simply  to  enjoy  such  pleasant  company,  as  MENTIONED?”  Would  that  be  so  wrong?  (  after  all,  this  could  have  been  a  letter  )...

   One  hand  rises  to  cup  her  face  (  TENDER  is  the  clawed  thumb  which  brushes  along  her  cheek!  )...  head  dips,  narrowing  the  distance  between  them  even  more.  “Wouldst  thou  grant  me  the  honour  of  hosting  thee  for  dinner,  on  the  Fourteenth  of  this  month?”  (  there  it  is!  )  the  more  CONCRETE  reason  for  wanting  to  speak  to  her  in  person.

[anviled]

The weight of his palm against her cheek inspires a sweet fluttering within her chest, and she leans readily into the caress, offering a gentle nuzzle as she turns to press a tender kiss to his palm, pale eyes half-lidded in indulgence. How utterly endearing he is, a demon cloaked in shadows and secrets, extending invitation and affection alike with a sincerity others might consider unexpected. Yet to her, he has become home, where the heavy mantle of Overlord may be set aside and the soul beneath allowed to rest.

“Dinner on the fourteenth?” she repeats, the date inspiring a playful lilt and a lift of painted lips. “Surely such an invitation might have found me through simpler means; a letter, perhaps, or even a phone call.”

Her free hand moves to rest atop his own, fingers threading through his and anchoring his touch securely against her cheek, the familiar chill providing a pleasant balm to the lingering warmth of her skin. Tilting her head slightly upward, she closes the remaining distance and brushes the softest kiss against the corner of his jagged mouth.

“Though I confess a selfish pleasure in your decision to summon me personally, for seeing you is always a welcome reprieve.” A smile warms further, unmistakably fond as it settles across her features. “Of course, it would be my honor to join you, dear friend.”

[arachnaemboss]

hey every1! have a happy pride month, frm your local gay trans guy! zee himself is bi-asexual! but he doesn't know much about labels and doesn't really care to. he's old, seen a lot, and to him it's whatever

[arachnaemboss]

asexual whore

[hellchorus]

               MAESTRO   TENDED   TO   BE   SPONTANEOUS   IN   THE   LIKES   OF   VISITS.   True,   he   should   be   more   mindful   of   this,   but   if   the   one   he   wished   to   visit   was   busy,   he   would   then   make   arrangements.   A   man   such   as   himself,   who   was   rather   recluse,   meant   the   desire   for   company   occurred   at   arbitrary   intervals,   “   Ha!   Your   recollection   proves   quite   accurate.   ”   Maestro   admitted   with   another   tilt   of   his   head   in   a   gesture   meant   as   an   apology.   

                  FLAMES   FLICKER   ABOUT   HIS   SKULL   IN   A   DELIGHTED   MOVEMENT   WHEN   an   invitation   was   provided.   Maestro   easily   fell   into   step   alongside   Zestial,   “   I   have   no   impediment   with   starting   the   conversation   now,   albeit   the   protection   of   your   walls   might   better   suit   a   more   extensive   discussion   if   need   be,   ”   empty   sockets   focused   forward,   “   I   find   myself   disinclined   to   meddle   in   affairs   such   as   that   which   hath   been   presented   to   us,   seemingly   as   a   gift,   emanating   from   The   Media   himself.   You   have   uttered   so   scant   a   word   upon   the   matter,   yet   it   speaks   volumes.   ”

[arachnaemboss]

   THE  STAGE  WAS  SURELY  hung  with  mourning  the  day  Giovanni  passed  on  (  &  tongues  which  fell  briefly  silent!  ),  yet  there  is  always  reason  beneath  the  judgement  cast  by  God.  And  was  it  the  horror,  the  dispair?  It  is  always  the  most  charming  (  the  ones  who  draw  you  in...  )  the  ones  who  end  up  in  much  higher  stations  in  a  hurry.  What  luxury!  What  pity  (  spitting  to  HIS  image  one  last  time!  ),  for  Hell  is  everything  the  Lord's  benevolent  land  is  not  (  ha!  please...  ).

   A  hum  DRIPS,  seemingly  quite  relaxed  in  spite  of  having  this  conversation  right  in  public  (  oh?  why  shouldn't  he  be?  this  is  his  territory  -—  ),  thoughtful  and  acknowledging!  “I  would  scarcely  name  it  a  gift,”  he  responds  slowly,  curious  at  the  other's  reasoning.  It  all  quite  feels  more  akin  to  bait  cast  upon  crystalline,  he'd  add;  and  are  you  foolish  enough  to  bite  its  razor  -  hook,  my  friend?  Vibrant  gaze  WANDERS  toward  the  other  (  narrowing,  &  observant!  ).  “Dost  thou  truly  believe  him  to  be  capable  of...  conquering  Paradise?”  Think  on  it,  will  you?

[homurakemiofficial]

Being oh so sick is just simply not befitting of an agent of darkness an evil nonetheless one as powerful as I its just flatout distasteful,

[anviled]

in all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. in all the world, there is no love for you like mine. carmilla & zestial, @arachnaemboss

[arachnaemboss]

does zee want to be the peanut butter or the jelly for milla’s sandwich?

he can be the peanut butter i guess

[arachnaemboss]

which one is funniest? idk none of them are that funny imo.

link

[meandtheyeehaws]

im very excited for what he WILL do with it in s3

but also who let him drive

[steelgrey-angel]

Of course. A grudge. It was always something with these older guys. Always some ancient hold on the past that kept everyone else from a better future. Maybe she was naïve or too young to comprehend it, but something about all of this just rubbed her the wrong way. The angel said nothing, letting his words cut through the muted chorus like a pendulum swing. It was obvious to fight on the subject wouldn't be in her best interest. This wasn't what her lady would want either. Carmine wanted them to get along, not butt heads.

Submitting, she'd backoff, keeping her good eye on the ground, shoulders tense. "I suppose it's not something I can understand. But I want too." She'd murmur after a moment. Raising her gaze, her expression would soften slightly. "It was stupid of me to demand something you can't give. Forgive my short sightedness. It wasn't my intention to disrespect you. Lady Camilla said I have her hot blooded anger. I guess she was right." Vaggi timidly rubbed the back of her head at that.

''I eherm...apologize."

"If I can ask then, if you'd allow me...why hasn't any Overlord tried to stop us then? Pentious was proof our methods work. Souls can be redeemed. Isn't the hotel automatically a disruption to you all now?" She'd cock her head curiously. "Is it simply just out of curiosity that nobody else besides the Vee's have tried to attack us? I don't get it. If any sign or inclination of working with Heaven is seen as bad. Why haven't any of you tried to stop us...?"

[arachnaemboss]

   TO  DEMAND  SYMPATHY  IS  a  cruel  thing  (  trying  to  slither  into  his  good  side,  are  you?  ),  forget  not:  you  angels  have  done  more  than  enough!  &  who's  mighty,  who  is  most  vicious  down  here?  The  Holy  creatures  which  have  slaughtered  millions  (  in  his  name,  too!  ),  or  those  souls  who  have  sinned  in  life?  (  ah  -  ah!  as  above  so  below...  )  -—  have  you  a  Pride  to  unveil  on  this  day?  Has  this  all  been  WORTH  IT?

   Why  are  you  really  down  here?

   Pools  of  lime  sclera  pierce  right  through  her  (  not  unlike  the  sharpest  of  spears!  ),  PINNING...  observant!  A  smile  splits  a  maw,  features  contorting  with  amusement!  How  funny,  how  ironic!  It's  silly,  he  thinks,  and  yet  it  all  can't  help  but  draw  him  in  further.  “We  possess  our  own  individual  interests,”  he  responds.  “What  the  Vees  seek  equals  not  what  others  may.  Yet  I  would  advice  keeping  thine  eyes...  peel'd.”  Safety  isn't  always  a  guarantee  in  Hell,  even  for  those  STRONGEST  (  he's  seen  all  kinds  of  people  fall!  ).  Danger  can  come  in  many  ways  or  forms  -—  it  can  lurk  -—  it  can  creep  up  right  behind  you  when  you  least  expect  it.

   How  cautious  are  you,  little  creature?  Have  you  what  it  takes  to  REMAIN  and  protect  those  dearest  to  you?

   “I  desire  not  to  intrude  in  the  Princess'  project,”  he  clarifies  slowly,  “for  my  very  OWN  array  of  preoccupations.  Be  it  either  to  assist  her  efforts  or  to  be  an  opposing  force.”  Does  that  serve  as  reassurance,  or  is  it  perhaps  frustrating  to  hear?  “Whatever  council  I  shalt  offer,  however,  will  be  for  the  Carmines'  ears,  and  in  the  interest  of  THEIR  business  alone.”

[anviled]

The brush of his laughter, deep and resonant, settles warmly around her heart, coaxing another soft spill of amusement from her lips. Carmilla studies the shift in his expression, affection freely given and etched clearly upon familiar features, causing her heart to stumble sweetly within. Drawn as always by the magnetic pull of his proximity, she leans her head against his chest, the steady rhythm echoing beneath her ear a cherished melody of its own.

"Flattery?" she chides, humor sparkling within pale irises, laughter lingering in the curve of her smile. "I merely speak the truth, Zestial. I would protest vehemently were you to accuse me otherwise." 

They continue to sway, wrapped in comfortable silence, until she tilts her head upward to meet the emerald warmth of his gaze, the teasing edge in her voice melting into sincerity. "Perhaps I may have to accept your encouragement after all for your company is just as precious." Her thumb brushes gently over the fabric beneath her palm, a sigh leaving her alongside the arch of one brow. "Though tempting as it may be to linger indefinitely, I do believe there was a reason behind your invitation, was there not?"

[arachnaemboss]

   STARVATION  FINALLY  ENGLUTS  ITSELF  in  the  warmth  of  her  soul,  framing  around  her  spirit  like  a  cloak  -—  all  -  encompassing,  yet  protective!  Her  playfulness  feeds  the  hollow  in  his  soul  (  it  slips  through  dry  crevices!  )  creaking...  the  gentle  swirl  of  a  river!  Her  radiance  GRASPS  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth,  and  his  smile  reaches  his  eyes!  He  feels  content,  he  feels  at  home.

   Pools  of  neon  DRIFT  &  find  hers  anew,  when  she's  pulled  back.  His  gaze  lingers  in  a  gentle  look,  and  it  remains  attentive  (  &  it  seems  as  though  he  were  basking  in  her  mere  joy!  )...  taking  in  the  brightness  in  her  eyes,  the  raw  TRUST  she  exudes.  How  exquisite!  How  sweet.  May  I  sink  into  it?

   To  feel  what  she  feels,  even  if  for  a  brief  moment  -—  he  UNDERSTANDS  her.  Her  love  is  his  own,  and  it  flows  through  them  like  the  very  energy  that  shapes  them  in  death.  “Is  there?”  he  inquires  in  a  soft  rumble,  returning  some  of  the  same  teasing  she's  summoned  forth.  “Can  I  not  call  upon  thy  person  simply  to  enjoy  such  pleasant  company,  as  MENTIONED?”  Would  that  be  so  wrong?  (  after  all,  this  could  have  been  a  letter  )...

   One  hand  rises  to  cup  her  face  (  TENDER  is  the  clawed  thumb  which  brushes  along  her  cheek!  )...  head  dips,  narrowing  the  distance  between  them  even  more.  “Wouldst  thou  grant  me  the  honour  of  hosting  thee  for  dinner,  on  the  Fourteenth  of  this  month?”  (  there  it  is!  )  the  more  CONCRETE  reason  for  wanting  to  speak  to  her  in  person.

[verbix]

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[homurakemiofficial]

[Closing my eyes] [smiling peacefully] I like to make bad things happen because I'm a bad person and my blood is not unlike a corrosive poison.