ind / priv / sel / mutuals only / 18+ DANI MURPHY of DEAD ISLAND 2. portrayal is semi-canon compliant with heavy headcanons & worldbuilding included. features a variety of verses including: dead by da.ylight, tcm, & more. herded by a meme loving lamb sauce [ aka lamb ] ( 26, he / they pronouns, est timezone ).
triggers present include: violence, murder, blood, gore, body horror, experimentations, mutations, zombies, apocalyptic themes, & more. i would recommend not following if those topics aren't your cup of tea.
PLS DNI WITH THIS POST.
i'm not going to get into it, but the chances of me being here are very slim this week. it may still happen, but it's very unlikely unless the mood strikes. there's some stuff that happened that, ngl? i'm sort of grieving over. not any death, etc. but it's much more personal & it does hurt tremendously. i waited until i had more clarity & sense of consciousness & mind before i made this post. i'm going to try to give myself grace & time. i'm going to try to just enjoy things a little this week & keep my mind off of the stuff that has happened, etc. my discord may be very selective in regards to replying & activity, etc. so i do apologize if anyone has been trying to reach out, etc.
❝ Don't BE like that! I'm an essential part of any survival effort! ❞
'Essential' was doing the absolute most heavy lifting in that sentence. Since Angela's arrival in Hell-A, she'd done nothing but mope, complain and bitch... But could you blame her?!
Her blessed, solitary, once a season west coast vacation had been hijacked by earthquakes, all of her favourite restaurants across the city were inexplicably closed, and the fucking award show, for which she was a SHOE IN to win Best Supporting Performance, was postponed!
She was hungry! She was stressed! She was tired! Not only that, but she was HUNGRY! And SAD, and-!!
❝ I can handle it! ❞ Indignant! The princess stomped her foot on the grou- oh. Stomped her foot on the poor writhing fool's hand, drawing a warm dye of crimson onto her (formerly) all-white trainers. ❝ I'm just as, if not more, capaᵇˡᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ⁻﹗ ❞
She... Whatever she was complaining about? Drowned out by the roar of a cannon, and the grotesque SPLAT of inners, outers, and in-betweeners getting gunpowder-microwaved into street gumbo at her feet. Ugh. She was so... hungry.
❝ There's- Can I just? ❞ She sidesteps, finally. Leaving the gore behind so she could swing around (and hide behind) Dani. ❝ There's a Flight Club on Fairfax. Very high end shoe store I might have the keys to. Let me take you shopping, bestie! ❞
❛ 'course you are, darlin' -- it's always more the merrier ... until someone gets hurt, that is, ❜ dani teases, laughing to make light of the situation at hand. nothing would have told her mere days ago that the world would have been a complete one eighty -- oozing with end of the world & end of all that we know.
speaking of oozing -- dani tilts her head, looking down at the gumbo of human remains that was left behind. poor sap, hopefully doin' much better in the afterlife. dani looks over her shoulder, if to look back at the girl, brows furrowing with a mixture of confusion, but consideration. tempting as it was ... the place ought to be running with freaks.
❛ on the plus side, we wouldn't have to do much shoppin'. end of the world, take what y' can, money is pretty useless, y'know? ❜ weighing the pros to the necessary cons, continuing. ❛ place ought'ta be crawlin' with these guys. i can't stop ya, i won't say no, i like a fancy shoe as much as the next girl, but y' can't go in there blindly, ❜ gesturing, as though to make her point, at the gumbo-ified zombie slaughtered by bullet, the internals still oozing, slowly, ought to stop at anytime.
❛ are ya sure you wanna risk it? you got a weapon or somethin' to hold your own with, don't-cha? ❜ & just in case, dani steps away from the other, if to round the body, dipping down & grabbing onto something -- a machete that the sap had before, wiping the gore & blood carefully against the fabric of her shorts, before handing it over. it's something.
❝ i need your help, bestie... and you need mine. ❞ -- @apothekosm
❛ i don't need anyone, darlin' -- but the help is ALWAYS appreciated, ❜ a pause, dani glances down to the body, watching as it twitches & squirms. even after an axe to the side, it doesn't wanna die, does it? dani's nose scrunches, feels her brows raise & drop. a sigh escapes from her mouth as she reaches for the gun holstered at her side.
❛ i think we're gonna have to kill this guy, bestie, ❜ a pause, dani tilts her head. ❛ now, i am not gonna have ya watch if ya can't handle it, so i'd look away if i were you. maybe take a few extra steps, i can't tell if it's gonna be a splash zone, ❜ a hand playfully shoos at the other for a moment, fixating the gun to the guy on the ground, aiming for the head. bloody, grotesque, head. three. two. one. BANG !
bullet hits bullseye, guts & gore that burst from the impact. dani scoffs as she sees the bits goes onto her shoes & legs. ❛ bloody disgustin', i tell you what. if i knew that this would be the day we're havin', i would have worn different shoes. ❜
massive shoutout to @riotcommissions for the icons AND the absolutely stunning border! the way you captured the character entirely all the while. i am stunned. these are so gorgeous and I absolutely recommend to anyone looking for any graphics, etc.!
