♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀『 ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ. ∙ ∙ ∙⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀─ 𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕. ─⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ∙ ∙ ∙ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏsᴛs. 』

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

“Th’ hell, man… where’d I reincarnate to now?”

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

@Balordonna He groans, beginning the process of plucking himself out of the ground he was imbedded into. Still annoyingly in her shadow.

“Y’mind *MOVIN’*?” He reiterated.

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

Crashes to the ground like a lightning bolt. Don’t ask where he fell from.

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

@MortalZenith

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

@MortalZenith Keep tryin lil bro you might make up for the fact that you look like a fushigi that grew a body

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

Rubbing it for good luck.

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

“Everyone’s got their speeches an’ reasons. Brain’s too rotten to pay much attention, rather just punch’em in the throat.”

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

@Balordonna “…Y’mind?”

Prim and pink standing over him is kinda blocking him from getting back up.

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

In the process of relocating his jaw after a scuffle, the resulting snap as bones realigned sounding out nice an’ loud.

“Onto the next face to bash in…”

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

“Either you’ve got a freak’s nose or you’re sniffing yourself, bowling pin.”

The reanimated spat back. Had he any working blood vessels, he might’ve gone red.

“I drink preservatives and wash like anyone else, I smell like a goddamn meadow of roses.”

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

❝Flaunt it while you got it, ‘fore you end up rotting like me.❞

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

@TemptressOfBlue —

❝…Oh, right.

Ain’t anybody cosplayin’ as a zombie, but if you gotta know, it probably broke off at some point. Dunno when.

…Now quit lookin’ at it. Corpses don’t need to be self-conscious.❞

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

@TemptressOfBlue Either through the gradual rot of his brain or just how normal the eroding of his undead figure had become, he’d initially respond by looking at her like she had three heads.

❝Only one horn? What’re ya…❞ His hands reached for his horns, only to realize what she meant.

—

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

@QueenEclair1 ❝Fine by me, have fun when the God of Destruction comes through, *Your Highness*.❞

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

❝BACK FROM THE DEAD, PUNKS! GET READY FOR A PUNCH T’ TH’ DAMNED THR—where am I.❞

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

@QueenEclair1 Grumble. ❝Noted. Any other wisdom you got in storage?❞

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

Downin’ a bottle of preservatives to stave off the smell of rot.

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

@QueenEclair1 ❝Don’t look at me, lady! I handled the smell a’ rot before I died.

Th’ hell’s this place, anyway?❞

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

Gonna punch the next person to comment on his smell.

[♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ @DestinyDefiance]

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