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Independent / Highly Selective / Mutuals Only / The Dark Purveyors of Lollipop Chainsaw / Est 19th. Oct 2015 As Loved by Beckowsky ♡
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Send me “alt!” and I’ll introduce you to a character I’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!
Will be introducing horror related and villainous muses. Always accepting!!! (Last one I got so please feel free to send in more!)
Character: MariskaSeries: Lollipop ChainsawPeriod: Main muse on @queenofpsychedelia
A TITTER REVERBERATED itself across the miasma itself, announcing her presence. She who was but the realm to her own world, if one wanted to actually get dramatic about it. For it was a sight to behold as fingers merely plucked lazily at the strings of her sitar. Each note resounding across the abyss itself. Though, it was nothing more than gentle ripples across the BUBBLE to which she presently resided in. LIKE, eat your heart out, Glinda the goooood witch! She would emit a satisfied hum when it would seem that the melody was just right. Basking in it with a single strum across the entirety of it. A small tip of her head, along with a curl of painted, chaffed lips.
But, alas, all was not what it seemed, despite the SERENE STATE this creature of the AFTERLIFE appeared to be. Not when the ROTTING STENCH made the air all the more SUFFOCATING than it already was. Not as COLORS of all sorts– PASTEL, NEON, EARTHY– were clashing together into a MUDDY MESS– before splitting themselves once more and flashing VIOLENTLY about the area around them. For was the A SINGLE MUDDLED MESS but the SUPREME TRUTH itself…? Or the DISILLUSIONED STATE of the masses to which so many have fallen unto?
WITH HER MISMATCHED GAZE now fixing itself upon her unexpected guest, all Mariska would do was respond to it all with a lopsided grin. Brushing a few strands of dark strands back behind her ear as she hummed in acknowledgement. Patting her instrument lightly, rot green fingers twitched– before they were raised into that of the PEACE SIGN itself.
“Ahhhhhh~ Brother Diego… welcome, welcoooome~ Let us travel beyond the dooooooors of perception~ Aaaaaaaaaaaand. ROT.”
💀 @kujx (Josuke) 💀
LIL’ ANKLE BITER, or so he had dared to fondly call this one. However, never a mutter beneath his breath, but more so an ANNOYING. LITTLE. ECHO. within a long since ROTTING CAVITY, one that caused yellow teeth to GRIT HARSHLY against one another the moment he realises it. The kid had POTENTIAL. This, he knew. Though, it was never exactly a challenge separating the zombies that would run headfirst into a goddamn wall if given the chance, and the ones that would rule over the former.
REGARDLESS OF WHETHER YOU WERE GOOD OR EVIL. All human lives tend to wound up here. Wondering. Waiting. ROTTING. Just like this one. And, where, exactly was the FUCKING JUSTICE in that? QUIET RAGE in a hulking form, only ever released through the THRILL of getting the chance to take on those that still BREATHED. Not that the opportunity was always there, only once in a blue moon.
"You don’t gotta use your LUNGS no more, kid.” Due backs were at the ready, as always, with one but of course jutting itself from between his teeth. The elder zombie had required a brief BREAK before they headed on back to their little part of ROTTEN WORLD for the day. With ELLY being not too far, so was his companion, “Just have one.”
☮❋ Brother Caesar ❋☮
He didn’t noticed her yet as he was just simply forming bubbles in a blank state of mind. It has been a long time to think about how he even got here in the first place and thinking. Thinking about everything and even to his last stop. Nonetheless, he tries not to regret about it.
Caesar’s thoughts broke when he hears Mariska speaking. He pauses to looks down to see the strange lady. What’s even more surprising that she even hints about that certain incident. “…..I did not expect to hear about my technique.”
“Heh, then you’re in for some even 𝓫𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓼 than that, Brother Caesar~”
Alas, 🅛🅞🅢🅣 🅢🅞🅤🅛, to not even realise where you even are. The zombie hippie gave a brief tilt of her head as mismatched eyes roamed briefly over the solemn figure from across her.
A scent far too 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕙 even for a new arrival... Flesh not yet ｒｏｔｔｉｎｇ... ... something was amiss.
“... looks like you 🅓🅞🅝’🅣 🅑🅔🅛🅞🅝🅖 🅗🅔🅡🅔, my brother.”
☮❋ Rebellious Brother ❋☮
“You say your home is the Rotten World… I wonder if that title holds truth.” Obviously she came from a place that had people who were literally rotting, yet he was curious to know if everything else was too. Decayed earth… spoiled resources… certainly sounded like a most undesirable place to be. Even so…
“Whether or not anyone else happens to share my qualities, I can`t say for sure. However, no two people are alike. I am but one influence of many in this world. Go forth and see with your own eyes– surely there are more out there who are as relaxed as me.”
“Be my gueeeeeest, 𝚖𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚗~ And have a look around if you don’t believe meeeee~” While there was no absolute way of telling how much ＴＩＭＥ had passed when living in a world like this, MARISKA knew that she had stayed here 🅻🅾🅽🅶 🅴🅽🅾🆄🅶🅷 if the living world’s 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕙 𝕒𝕚𝕣 could no longer be enjoyed with this pathetic excuse of a pair of lungs that she should have probably coughed out ages back.
“Man, that’s heavy, my brother, reeeaaaaal heeeeaaaavyyyy~”
Another chuckle accompanied that statement, “Trust me when I say that ain’t anyone’s gonna be all that 🄲🄷🄸🄻🄻 in a wooooorld like this~”
☮❋ Brother Motochika ❋☮
He should have expected that as a response; after all, there was a reason she had to settle with kissing him on just the cheek. Still, the man was stubborn in his ways. And surely she was just being overly-cautious. Gently pulling her hand away from his face, Motochika returned that slothful smile with a smirk expressing underlying mischievousness.
“Whaddya talkin` about? A lil` kiss ain`t gonna hurt me. `Sides, I`m as healthy as can be~”
Ahhhhh~ 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚~
𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢, man, what was she gonna do if she hadn’t had your amusingly 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚜 for a 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉~? Mismatched eyes blinked at that as her hand was gently brought down by his, a dilated yellow pupil actually closely studying that oh-so MISCHIEVOUS smile... before the tiniest if not most 𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 titter escaped her.
“... Heh, you’re gonna 🅑🅘🅣🅔 🅣🅗🅔 🅑🅘🅖 🅞🅝🅔 someday yourself, you knooooow~? I’m doing you a favour here, my brother~ An’ a lil’ KISS from a 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖘𝖊 is definitely gonna take a few years off you~”
☮❋ @yaroudomos ❋☮
“Ｗｈｏａｈｏｈｏｈｏｏｏ， ｍａａａａａｎ~”
Despite the seemingly chronic 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓰-𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓮𝓭 state that she normally always appeared to be in, Mariska was QUICK to catch sight of the set of puckering lips that were coming her away. A stitched up hand was raised to prevent the man from doing so then, and as it lightly pressed the green skin then, it was still definitely better than touching those 🅲🅾🅽🆃🅰🅼🅸🅽🅰🆃🅴🅳 set of blue painted LIPS. A lazy smile was shot in his direction then, and with another chuckle, the zombie hippie gently murmured, “Brother Motochika, please, I ain’t gonna let you lose your 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 through a 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬~”
“And that’s juuuuust how 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 normally is, 🅐🅘🅝’🅣 🅘🅣~? Gangin’ up on someone when it best suits em’~
𝓐𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓱~
Bring on the paaaaain, my brotheeeer~ Unleash all that pent up EVIL on these poor,𝖚𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊
🅢🅞🅤🅛🅢. ”
☮❋ Brother Motochika ❋☮
Crawls back into his hammock instead.
What’s that now? Is Brother Motochika not feeling it, today? ... Here, have an EYEBALL.
Lollipop Chainsaw rocks! Mariska is my favorite >: 3. Love you Mariska!
“𝓐𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪~ And 𝕊𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕜𝕒 loves ya, too~ ❤"
A hug from 𝓢𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓙𝓾𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓽 is like a 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜, tbh.
Awww~ Her thoughts are with yoooooou, Brother Motochikaaaaa~ Perhaps, a little song would help sooth those bleeding ears of yours...?
... maybe not, but hey, she’s gonna play one, anyway~
☮❋ Sister Juliet ❋☮
“Eww gross!”
She is like 5 seconds away from vomiting… This hippie…….. So disgusting!!
“This is like totally ruining my day! I had hoped I didn’t have to see your fugly face again. I guess I’ll just have to send you back to hell!”
Alas, such was the ⓦⓐⓨ ⓞⓕ ⓛⓘⓕⓔ... ... forever would their fates be intertwined in this constant cycle of 🅖🅞🅞🅓 🅥🅔🅡🅢🅤🅢 🅔🅥🅘🅛.
“And ain’t you a รเﻮђՇ Ŧ๏г ร๏гє eeeeyes~”
A disgusted little sneer tugged at the corner of her peeling lips in contrast to that seemingly friendly statement. A few harsh plucks of her sitar strings given as she gazed down upon the cheerleader below her.
“Ahhhhh~ But, deeaaar Sister Julieeet~ Can’t you already see that we’re
𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊~?”
Ready? Okay! Undead we slay! You all suck and we’re all great, D-D-Decapitate!!
“Your favorite blond cheerleader is back and she’s here to stay! Now… Lets kick some zombie butt!!
Who’s ready for some rainbows, sparkles and a massive load of zombie gore?
“Well-ly-well-weeeeell~
𝕊𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕁𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕚𝕚𝕚𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕥~
I didn’t think I’d see you again~
But I guess, 🆂🅷🅸🆃 🅹🆄🆂🆃 🅷🅰🅿🅿🅴🅽🆂, 🅳🅾🅴🆂🅽’🆃 🅸🆃~?”
out of all the purveyors, which two would you pin against in a fight?
“Ahahaha~
'You for reeeeeeeal, 𝕞𝕒𝕒𝕒𝕒𝕒𝕟~?… I’m gonna be straight with you here, I don’t really 🅖🅘🅥🅔 🅐 🅢🅗🅘🅣 about who wants to tussle with who… And I certainly ain’t gonna stop them, either, ıɟ ı ɥɐʌǝu’ʇ ɐןɹǝɐpʎ pouǝ so~
𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓲𝓲𝓲𝓲𝓷, 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓸𝓸𝓾𝓽~
I know I’m gonna at least see one of em’ pick a fight with the other… And oh, ‘case you didn’t figure it out yet, it’s aaaaalways gonna be Ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ Ｚｅｄ startin’ some shit up with one of us…”
“... Ahahahaha... That’s reeeaaaeal nice of ya to say, my grey-faced brother~ But I’m sure you know by now that everyone has their own little place in this infinite universe of ours~ ... and that includes me… ... And to be honest? I stopped askin’ myself that question a loooong time ago…”
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“... I gotta be honest with you on this one, man. You’d think that with a celebration that honours all things dark and evil... we Rotten World-ers would throw the grooviest shindig ever... but, no man, no... the most interesting shit that has ever happened so far was watching Brother Zed and Brother Vikke fighting over some Reese pieces...”
