#Zestial askblog

[zestialtheancient]

I GOT ANOTHER DAD :DD

ah... Whomst art it this time?

[zestialmorde]

Would you still love Carmilla if she was a worm?

“…But that is not a possibility? Sinners don’t just turn to worms. I suppose if I must give an answer… yes. She’d make a lovely worm. I’d build a terrarium she could stay in to be safe”

[alastor-the-demon]

Hey uh... would a Zestial askblog be wanted and welcome in 1Z? I wanna know before I make one because it sounds like a commitment. (although old english is my specialty so it should be fun)

[Yes!]

[zestialtheancient]

Carmilla baps his face like a cat

@carmilla-the-mother

*he hisses*

CEASE!

[zestialtheancient]

Carmilla looks disappointed. "How are you scared of a baby?"

@carmilla-the-zestial-simp

*he's simmering*

I art not AFRAID. They simply DISGUST ME. My so called reaction of "fear" was my attempting to restrain myself from smearing it into the pavement.

[zestialtheancient]

It had been a few months since she had seen her friend; then again, her hands were full with her new child. Stepping through the portal she created, she had a thing of green tea in one hand, and her baby girl Abigail in the other. She looked alot like her father Alastor with the exception of her eyes, matching hers. Dove felt the familiar presence behind her, her daughter letting out a small cooing noise, "Good to see you..."

@alastorthisisthetea

*Zestial experiences the five stages of grief in the next 30 seconds, and then a new sixth one that he discovered along the way*

A child. Why doth thou have a CHILD. WHY DOTH THY CHILD RESEMBLE SO CLOSELY MY DEAR ACQUAINTANCE ALASTOR?

[zestialtheancient]

Carmilla looks tired and done with everything "I sincerely apologize about the lemons."

@carmilla-the-mother

It art quite alright. Why doth thou look to be in such a state of distress?

[zestialtheancient]

*Hits him with a newspaper* Take care of your new baby!

W-wait- This art... mine?

*he picks the baby up and puts them on a shelf*

[zestialtheancient]

Welp. This confirms Zestial would be a terrible father.

*he hisses quietly*

As soon as the creature art capable of intelligent speech, I would rather enjoy nurturing it. However, there art a... buffer period.

[zestialtheancient]

Z I NEED A BI BESTIE FAVOUR-

Yes? What doth thou require?

[zestialtheancient]

zestzestzest

Greetings, what doth thou require?

[zestialtheancient]

You’re my dad! Boogie-woogie-woogie

*fades out of existence*

*he just stands there*

[zestialtheancient]

Gift for Zestial

Ah, how delightful! Thou hath my gratitude.

[zestialtheancient]

I have to run an errand and make dinner right now but I want you to know that my friend gave me a very detailed rundown of why zestial is solid wife material and honestly they're so right tho

[zestialtheancient]

Dove looked over the bridge, her gaze distant as she stared at the river below. Her mind was reeling of what she learned....

Something she wished she could forget.

Beside her was a cup of Macha tea, while she had a flask of whisky.

Except she can't get drunk.

She felt the familiar presence, not even bothering to turn around, "Hello, old friend...."

Her tone was laced with regret, something she never had...

Thou seem... distressed, might thou enlighten me as to of why?

[zestialtheancient]

*Hands him a random child*

nonononononononononononononono

*he places it on the ground and shuffles away*