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[maelstromed]

↳ A variety of demons could be described of possessing a humane appearance, but only to a slight degree. Curiosity has driven her to take careful observance on the individual in question, as it didn’t resemble the common species that so eagerly haunted every corner. They served as meal, but nothing beneficial has been proven thus far. She needed to test the effects of the atma virus on such a specimen, if it could so easily corrupt raw data then what wonders can it do to a creature of this kind – sadly, stepping on a shattered glass would reveal her hiding location in no time. 

“Oh, how embarrassing.”

[mortuuz]

Zed liked to think that he'd adjusted to the lame ol' city pretty well. He rarely had trouble finding rats and birds to eat, although chomping on a human would be a real fuckin' nice change. It was just a huge pain to try to keep track of where they all ran off to. Other than that and the lack of respect from his fellow zombies, there wasn't much more a punk rock lord of darkness could ask for.

CRUNCH.

Well, not much more than a little entertainment. His milky eyes cast over in his intruder's direction almost lazily. Boredom and hunger didn’t exactly make the best combination.

"I'm real fuckin' sick of people dissing my outfit. If you don't like how I look, then take your slutty ass some-fuckin-where else," he said as he leaned back in the chair he'd found and picked at the rotting flesh of his right arm.

[consequentiialist-blog-deactiva]

MAYURI CAST A LOOK OF DISGUST back beyond a shoulder. He reviled the manner of speak which assailed him, a crumpled nose more than sufficient evidence of such. But while he was vulgar, and lacked the most basic of manners, it was the volume in which he fired off his remarks. The captain could retort a thousand different ways, but he settled for a simple order in a tone like steel, angling toward this mess of a thing once more.

          “Shut your mouth, ingrate.”

          “Keep your voice to yourself.”

This one really was trying for a fight now, wasn’t he? Well– he had little time to spare for children.

[mortuuz]

Oh what was with this grandpa? Acting all high and mighty like some kind of mini Swan or something. Zed couldn’t tell if this geezer was even human, but he knew for a fact that he was sick of people being ‘better’ than him. If he could just make one person cry for their mommy, Zed would be the happiest guy not-alive.

“Why the hell would I keep quiet when I’ve got a fuckin’ hardcore voice?! Punk rock never shuts up,

"YEEEAAAAHHH!!”

As the word formed into actual letters, bright red and about three feet in size, Zed just spun his microphone like a super awesome spiky baton. Even if they were wimpier since getting to this lame-ass place, they could still level the shitty buildings around here. The little restaurant was reduced to rubble just from a couple letters, and Zed was admiring his handiwork with a proud grin. “You wanna be next, you saggy slag?!” Zed would bet his left hand that this stale fart wouldn't treat him like a fly after that.

[consequentiialist-blog-deactiva]

HIS SENSORY ABILITIES had been blunted to mere inklings, but there was some relief in knowing even those could benefit in such a situation. Moreover, this one appeared quite loud in a visual sense– not unlike himself!

          “My, you’re quite a sight.”

However a hand may rest at the hilt of his weapon, there was scant desire for combat when he’d yet to glean enough information. With this, the stranger proved little more than an eyesore, really.

          “Unfortunately, I haven’t the time for you.” he waved the young man off, turning away, “Perhaps later.”

                                                    He’s sure to have a workspace established soon enough.

[mortuuz]

Between the zombies not listening to him and the humans too strong to make an easy meal out of, Zed was really starting to hate this place. He couldn’t even set up a stage like the Junkyard because- hello- where the hell were all the cars? 

It was no small surprise, and he couldn’t really be blamed for his bad mood. So when some freaky-mask guy just waved Zed off, the Dark Purveyor probably popped a dried-out blood vessel.

“I wasn’t even talking to you, shitface! Don’t just wave me off like a fuckin’ STD unless you want me to turn your head into a drum!” He pointed his microphone at the stranger and waved it around as he spoke for emphasis. “You wanna go a round, geezer? I bet your stiff old spine’ll be a fuckin’ great back scratcher!” Man, Zed barely had the energy for proper insults. Those rat brains were just not gonna cut it, apparently.

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closed; does your arm fall off mr zed

[pulsebullet]

“Isn’t that where the dead belong? You’re overdue for cremation.”

Probably not the smartest thing to try and pick a fight, but here he goes anyway. Falling on your face is an afterthought, but here he goes anyway, the Dynamos swirling into position.  Add’s mind is already running through the possibilities of attack. A particle shot, first things first.

He hasn’t tried using his Dynamos as platforms since arriving yet. The fact that there’s only three is going to make this somewhat of a tight fit if he has to navigate out of Zed’s way.

[mortuuz]

"I'm not dead, you little fuckbaby, I'm undead! What? You got a head full of fucking piss instead of brains?" Of course he didn’t- nobody did. But Zed didn't care. He'd crack this guy's skull open whether he had brains in there to eat or not.

Zed didn't even care if he got hurt in their little baby fight. His hands had grown back since his throwdown with that barbie looking slut from San Ro-whatever-o, so what was the worst this little shit could do? ...And with that weird looking blast, there went a little chunk of Zed's right arm. Okay, that was it.

"PISS OFF!!"

Zed sent the word flying right at the pale little fucker as the fleh on his arm slowly but surely began to regenerate. As the large red letters shot off, his feet did the same, leaving a purple-ish blur behind him as he darted around the pale son of a bitch. Microphone extended in a swift strike downward, Zed didn't hold back as he aimed to attack from behind. Pride wasn't in this zombie's colourful vocabulary, after all.

[mortuuz]

Just a heads up to those of you who aren’t following me on Twitter or over at citta that I’m having some serious dental issues that are gonna need surgery. Basically, what this means is that since I have to wait until the 31st of next month just for a consultation, I may not be crazy active here with Zed. I doubt it’ll get to the point where I’ll be in danger of removal from the masterlist, but things will definitely be slower on my end than usual. If things start heading downhill I’ll slap a hiatus on him, but with a little luck it won’t come to that. Anyway, this got a lil ramble-y, but I want to thank everyone in advance for your patience and welcome all the new people too!

[mortuuz]

unxdeadly

Ah yes, the sound of unintelligent groaning was like music to Zed’s ears. Shitty music. Zombies? Other than him? Well, it would either be a real fuckin’ riot, or one hell of a pain in the ass. Since he got to this dumb shithole, his hardcore giant letters of awesome were considerably less hardcore and awesome, so maybe the lame loser zombies wouldn’t listen to him anymore. Well, whatever. If they did, maybe they could go find him some more fun things to do.

“Hey, fuckface!” Zed yelled the words as a zombie turned and groaned at him. “I’m outta fuckin’ rats! Go get me one!” Nope, no good. The dumb undead guy just kind of growled as he shuffled over to Zed and bit his arm. What a piece of shit. It only took a minute to reduce the lesser zombie to a literal puddle, and before leaving, Zed stomped his boot in it.

“FUUUCCCKK!”

The word manifested into the sky in the form of giant red letters. Zed had had just about enough of this boring hellhole. Shit, actual hell was way more fun.

“Hey, dumb sleaze!” He managed to keep his voice low enough to avoid smacking the dark-haired chick in the back of the head with the word. “You got any rats? Or a fuckin’ bird?” She wasn’t blonde, so Zed figured it’d be cool to give talking to her a try, at least. She kinda had that whole zombie-feel thing going on, but she didn’t look like she was rotting or anything either, so what the fuck did Zed know?

[fuckyeahgrasshopper]

(source: amdro@tumblr, ア☆郎@pixiv)

[chthonique-deactivated20150707]

     Unfamiliar territory provokes unexpected reactions ; anticipation and uncertainty push the huntress forward — forced to investigate and cross-examine every little detail. Offensive ( & mildly DISTASTEFUL )  language halts whatever quest she’d devised  , eyes falling onto the delinquent & she can’t disguise her disbelief in time.  How could she?    Werewolves and homicidal lizards — no problem — HIM, though, whatever he was…different story.  Were it not insulting, she’d inquire about the   PEELING SKIN  ; but decided entertaining the man ( & gaining a better understanding of their situation ) was the lesser of two evils.

     ❝ no. ❞

     & she couldn’t help but be ( slightly ) amused. As entertaining as “fun” sounds; Allison      had a hunch her definition GREATLY differed from his. But who was she to stop him?

     ❝ maybe you’ll attract a crowd — of animals. we should, at least,                    make sure we’re alone before you cause a disturbance. ❞

[mortuuz]

Good, straight to the point. Zed could appreciate that. No sense beating around the bush when just beating the bush was so much more fun. He didn’t really care about however surprised she looked; hell, Zed knows he’s a zombie. At least this chick had the fuckin’ decency to not be a bitch about it.

“What’s so bad about animals? Fuckin’ dinner!” Sure, they weren’t the same as human brains but being a magical zombie and all meant that Zed got some perks. Mostly just not having to chow down on brains as often as his lesser counterparts. “Shit, why’s that? Two’s a crowd but three’s a fuckin’ party! Any losers try to crash the party, and I’ll just turn their skulls into fuckin’ shot glasses!” This chick actually didn’t seem that bad. Not dressed like a cheap whore, not dissing his look, and best of all, not a chainsaw in sight!

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[pulsebullet]

Ugh, vulgar like his appearance.

Add’s face scrunches up, so he was right, the figure in front of him wasn’t completely human, nor alive. If anything it’s like the re-animated monsters in the Underground Cathedral. Unfortunately, Add’s a moron.

“I was just leaving, but-” With the slightest bit of a sneer, “Aren’t you better off rotting in the ground?”

[mortuuz]

Oh, hell no, he did fucking not. Being a zombie was rough enough without the half-assed bullshit.

“Keep it up, shit for brains. I’ll use your fuckin’ bones as toothpicks! I’m better off on fuckin’ stage, and I ain’t ever been in the ground, that’s not gonna change you little snow-looking slag,” oooh, Zed was about five seconds from going fishing in this guy’s gut with his microphone. “Bet you’d look a shit ton better splattered all over the fuckin’ ground.”

[moonaffinity-blog]

It was challenging enough to try to blend in with her surround without the use of any magic. If there was just one thing she wish she could retain… it really wouldn’t have been the bow and arrow. 

Then she heard it… a guy who seemed to be freaking about her snake legs out of all things! 

“Brute.” The first thing she managed to remark about the source of the voice. This … This was exactly why her illusions could’ve helped her hide and not having to interact with… Or even better, she could’ve just casted some sorceries at him to teach him a lesson. She had no way of defending herself in this case. “I have got no freak on me as you described.”

Then she took in the appearance of the guy which only added icing on top of the cake. “Hurt? I would wonder if it would hurt for you not appear like you have come out of a pile of waste.” 

“It would think not. For the pile of waste is right on your face.”

[mortuuz]

“Okay, but if those snakes aren’t freaky, then what the fuck are they? Do you come from a long line of snake sluts or something? Are those supposed to be normal?” Okay, so Zed himself wasn’t normal by human standards, but shit! At least zombies were a thing, not like snake people. Didn’t Medusa have snakes for hair?

“Uh, fuck you. It’s not waste, it’s called de-shit-position or something. You try being fucking dead and not looking like shit. At least I’m not a fuckin’ sissy running around hiding half my face. You must be some kind of fugly,” He bared his rotten teeth at snake bitch here before flipping her off. It wasn’t easy putting eyeliner on when you had to worry about ripping off your skin. Just once, Zed would like some damn kudos. Wow Zed, you look so hardcore! Wow Zed, what a rockstar! Wow Zed, your mohawk is so awesome! But nooooo, everyone had to be a fucktard.

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[pulsebullet]

Oh. 

What is wrong with that man and his hair and his flesh and his everything, really. Add doesn’t know, and he’s way too put off by the unhealthy colourless tone of skin and the ridiculous looking haircut to even say anything. Congratulations, you’ve dazed him.  Every time he opens his mouth he just ends up closing it again.

“You know what- just. Just nevermind. I’m leaving. Ignore me.”

[mortuuz]

Zed was contently picking at the fleshy bits left on his right arm when he heard some squirt say something. The zombie glanced up at the white haired wuss with a faint scowl.

“What the fuck do you want, you candy-assed shrimp? Too much of a cooze to say some shit to my face?” Go ahead kid, the domineering grin on his face said. I dare you.

[bloodyhabits-deactivated2015083]

One rabbit, two rabbits, three rabbits, four… Looks like trouble’s come knocking on the door. The bad HABIT could only sit on the broken concrete as he watched the crazy bastard looking like he came straight out of Hot Topic After Dark start crushing rats.

And it was amusing. It was amusing to see someone so depraved get his rocks off by snuffing out the lights of an overpopulated species. He chuckled to himself as soon as Mr. Mohawk impaled the final rat on the spiked microphone. He had to admit, using a custom microphone ornate with pointy spikes of death was creative. Why the hell didn’t he come up with that idea?

HABIT got up and walked over to the guy who looked like he belonged in a Marilyn Manson concert, a wry smirk plastered on his face. “Brainless piece of shit… heh. Better than most of the insults that I’ve heard in my lifetime, but it could use a little more… pizzazz, some more flair, y’know? Like… ‘How’s about you actually use those fuckin’ legs of yours, you limpdick retard?’ That’s fun. That’s surely gonna intimidate someone. Or at least make ‘em laugh like a sack of shit, heheheh.”

[mortuuz]

As the stranger waltzed on over to Zed like he was Santa Fuckin’ Claus or something, the zombie stood up and brushed the dirt off his pants. Half-assed of course, Zed thought that a little grime made his duds look even cooler.

Did this loser just say pizzazz? What the hell did pizzazz even mean anyway? Just made Zed think of pizzas shaped like asses. Then again, asses shaped like pizza would taste better. Heh, with extra fuckin’ cheese.

“Limpdick retard? Ha! That’s a pretty fuckin’ good one,” really, Zed was gonna have to remember that one for later.“Lucky for you,‘cuz you were about to end up a serious brainless piece of shit. I haven’t had a single fuckin’ thing to eat all day. You know how hard it is to find brains in an empty as shit town?” His gaze drifted to the rats as he grimaced. Zed really didn’t want to eat them if he could avoid it. Sure, it’d work but... ew. They probably had all kinds of diseases. He could go longer than any other average zombie without eating, as long as he had something to keep his mind off it. “Okay you almost-not-lame fuckhead, you got anything fun to do? And if you say something stupid, I’m gonna crack your fuckin’ skull open.”

[mxchanica-deactivated20150626]

“Hmm?”

Cranium turns in the direction of the obscene lexicon owner. Although some terminologies were undetectable to the maiden, her frame still turns in the male’s direction. Lips part to verbalize her reply, but the incoming screech throws her off guard, ultimately taken aback by the literal letters flying in her direction. Impulsively, instinctively, the android jumps back, allowing the signature ( mechanical ) wings to ascend from her back, guiding her upwards, away from the unusual method of attack. 

Landing before the distinct male, Alisa still remains with a polite aura, tilting her head slightly. “Please forgive me,” For what? Such is unknown. “I do not possess any ‘dolls’ to obtain this hairstyle, nor am I of an infant nature.”  

The male’s scream ( should have ) been the cause of death to her eardrums, however, certain settings have been initiated to withstand the excessive sound && bass within the ( somewhat ) enemy.  

[mortuuz]

"Uh... what?”

Zed wasn’t some sissy, so he never played with dolls, but he was pretty sure that girls who did didn’t have fuckin’ wings. Or dodge giant letters and then say fuckin’ sorry. “Are you high or some shit? No way in fuck that you actually talk like that all the time,” his brain hurt just from trying to understand her. Or it would have, if had much of his brain left in the first place.

“So what you’re trying to tell me is that you’re not a baby and you don’t play with dolls. Okay, so then what the fuck is up with your hair? That shit is not cool at all,” He pointed the bottom of his microphone at her, the best part for messin’ shit up. “Lemme cut it, see if I can’t make that fugly mess less lame.”

[mortuuz]

So I can’t decide if I want to give drawing some Zed icons a try or not but like I went ahead and gave him a flower crown last night and hashtag no regrets

[mortuuz]

I never did one when I joined bc I don’t usually like doing intros but ahem.

Hi everyone!! I’m Zei, 18 and lame, he/him, and the only character I have here is Zed. He’s kind of like my trash baby so pls try put up with his crap so you can see just how precious he actually is! Uhh, in the way of other characters, I play Harley Quinn, Jaqen H’Gar, and Gale over at Citta and I’m also Shinjiro Aragaki in Ilaefaci! My activity may be a lil spread out at times, but I do my best not to keep anyone waiting too long unless my muse isn’t really there. You can get a hold of me pretty easily here, but my personal is zeikun​ and twitter is here! Tbh I only keep it private because I’m shy and like to know who’s following me, but if you have like at citta or aspho in your description, I’d be happy to follow you back. ouo P.S. my mun faceclaim is Nicolas from Gangsta ♡

I have a much longer intro rite here if you wanna know more about me~

[vialhazards-blog]

      ❥  she had stumbled upon a peculiar one, hadn’t she? it wouldn’t take a genius to realize so; the fact that he found her eyepatch ‘cool’ was enough of a clue. and, for better or worse, the loss of her eye was something far more complicated than just a worm forcefully claiming that cavity – and that was hardly something she was willing to disclose to a stranger.

      ❥  the insults had just about the same effect on her as the previous compliment: none. still, that didn’t mean she would just stand there to take it all in stride.

    ❥  ❝ have you looked at yourself in a mirror recently, hun? ❞ stoic as ever, valentine squinted ever so slightly, tilting her head to the side. there was this… bizarre aura surrounding him, she could feel. he was no ordinary blockhead; she would have bet her good eye on it. ❝ i am a nurse, clearly. ❞ and she straightened her back as if to highlight the form of her uniform and the crosses adorning it. an unnecessary gesture, but fitting to her words nonetheless. ❝ and that worm story has got this nurse wondering what you are. ❞ voice firm yet sultry, valentine dared take a step towards him. 

[mortuuz]

“Uh, duh. You think this hair fuckin’ does itself? Wait, you callin’ me a skeeze?! I’m not the one running around with my damn tits hanging out!” Okay, technically his tanktop was pretty low cut, but that was definitely not the point. At her insisting, Zed just laughed. “Yeah, you’re a nurse and I’m a fuckin’ princess!” Oh, that was a good one.

“Well, whatever, Nurse skeeze. I’ll tell ya what I am. Listen up now, because I’m the one and fuckin’ only--

"PUNK ROCK ZOMBIE ZEEEEEED!”

When he yelled into the microphone, his words solidified as 3 foot tall red letters that flew up into the sky. They’d come back down eventually, but not on him so who gave a shit?! “But do yourself a favour and just fuckin’ call me Zed. Wouldn’t want you to go crazy trying to copy me and end up with a dumb fuckin' exploded face. Got any other stupid ass questions for me?” She could get as close as she wanted, Zed figured, but after hearing he was a zombie, he didn't think she'd be so eager. Even if he lost the power to turn humans into zombies just by getting close to them, he figured one good bite would still probably do the trick. Everyone knew that gitten bitten by a zombie was bad news, and Zed was bad news enough on his own.

[mortuuz]

bloodyhabits​

One little rat-- SQUISH Two little rats-- SQUISH Four little rats-- SQUISH SQUISH

Zed loosed a laugh that only a true maniac could imitate. Either that, or a squeaky voiced teen still adjusting to puberty. Either way, a huge grin was plastered on the zombie’s face as he held up the fifth and last rat.

“You see this shit you little fuckbucket? It’s all fuckin’ uneven without your little furry ass added to it,” he held the rat in front of his microphone, forcing it to look at its impaled friends or whatever. Even if they weren’t friends, the rat probably knew what was coming. Unless it was stupid. “Now I’m gonna ask you a-fuckin’-gain. Can you run through a maze or not?”

He held the rat right up to his face and glared into its beady little eyes. As it started to squeak and squirm violently, Zed came to a crucial conclusion.

“I can’t fuckin’ talk to rats!” Another maniacal laugh as he shoved the rat onto one of the spikes on his microphone. Milky blue eyes stared at the pathetic little rodent until it finally stopped moving. Now, onto more important things.

“Hope you liked the fuckin’ show you cooze,” he called out to whoever had been watching him without so much as looking in their direction. “Now why don’t you come join the party instead of standing there like a brainless piece of shit?”