#zombiecola

[stutterspirit-blog]

@zombiecola

Okay, that pickup line certainly caught the ghost off guard! She’d had a crush on her zombie friend for quite some time now, and this only confirmed her feelings for him. Eunice bit her lip. “C-Cola... y-you aren’t j-just t-teasing me, a-are you?”

[askthemonsterroomies]

@zombiecola

(Question meme: “Oh shit. I didn’t mean to trip you I swear, I’m sorry.” )

When Cola felt himself trip over, he just thought it was his own clumsiness – after all, he wouldn’t put it past himself to trip over his own feet. Thankfully though, he didn’t feel any pain when he landed face first into the ground.

It was moments like this when it was a plus for having dead nerve endings.

As he gets up and dusts off his clothes, he hears a voice apologizing behind him – it seemed his own clumsiness wasn’t the perpetrator of his fall, this time! But instead just a simple accident by a stranger.

“Ah, it’s alright. I’m not hurt or anything–” he pauses when he turns to face the stranger, only to find no one there but some floating clothes! Cola softly gasps, hands coming to his cheeks.

“Whoa – this is wicked cool! I’ve never seen floating and talking clothes before!”

It seems Cola hasn’t quite figured out that the stranger wasn’t just talking clothes, but rather, an invisible person. He may need to be corrected.

Cindy knew she should have been careful; no one looks down long enough to notice a shoe on the ground, especially when the leg it’s attached to is invisible. Poor guy went first face into concrete and it was all she could do not to panic that she broke someone’s face.

Of course then this guy got up like nothing happened and patted himself down. Even turning around to calm her down, that is until he gasped and slapped his hands to his cheek. Startling the crap out of her. “What?”

She stood there for a moment before she covered her mouth, trying to hold in her giggles. “Dude no! I’m invisible!” Without thinking she grabbed one of his wrists and set his hand on her arm. “See I’m all here, you just can’t see.”

[suchazombae-blog]

@zombiecola

“I know it’s kinda late, but the carnival’s in town and it’s not closin’ anytime soon.” Brian lightly nudged the other zombie’s shoulder, flashing him a grin. “Wanna go?” Even if Damien and Scott wanted to go as a big group, Brian only wanted to go with Cola. They were already close, but that wasn’t the point. He stared at his friend, waiting for his response. 

“C’mon, I know you. You love carnivals, dude.”

[missinnocentscarlet-archived2]

🌹; Life in Death

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The summer months were quickly approaching, making the days longer and brighter.  While most people would enjoy the sun, Scarlet had a particular s e n s i t i v i t y to the harsh light and heat brought about by the sun’s unrelenting rays.  The lack of pigment in her eyes and skin caused her a great deal of discomfort during the summer, but her everlasting adoration of nature in bloom tempted her.  Although she preferred fall to summer personally, her mother and Tristan had always loved the warmer months, with her mother holding a fondness for gardening, and Tristan simply enjoying the opportunities the weather brought to leave the house more often.  Summer, although physically painful, allowed her to feel closer to the people she had lost... the people she was RESPONSIBLE for losing.  While not only being a good source for artistic inspiration, summer provided her with a time for mourning and remembering her purpose.  

She sat under a tree in an attempt to shield herself from the sun, sketchbook open in her lap.  Wild flowers grew along the park’s grassy plains; sporadic cherry blossoms still clung to the branches above her head offering pops of pale pink hues among the heavy green foliage.  It was no wonder some called her a vampire, with her sickly pallor and eyes shifting to red in direct light in combination with her vintage aesthetic acquired through thrifting and hand-me-downs, she truly looked the part.  The fact that she never denied any rumor stating that she was cursed, something other than human, or simply plain evil also did not help.  But this is how she CHOSE to present herself, as it made it much less likely anyone would try to develop any emotionally significant relationship with her.

The sound of an all-too-cheery tune and the excited laughter from children pulled her from her concentrated sketching, a sound she recognized from deep in her once delightful past as being the ever iconic Ice Cream Truck.  She would have brushed it off, staying there in her spot despite how uncomfortable the heat was getting as the afternoon crept closer, until she saw who was operating the truck.  He seemed to be in some special effects makeup, giving him the appearance of a reanimated corpse.  His green skin apparent even with her rather poor eyesight.  Violet eyes squinted in an attempt to see him better until she gave in and decided to approach him for a better look.  It had been quite a while since she had treated herself to anything like ice cream, and she had recently been paid for a rather large commission anyhow, so perhaps now was the time she could afford such a treat.

Slipping her sketchbook into her messenger bag that rested at her hip and pulling her crimson hood over her snowy locks, she approached, the atmosphere around the truck becoming noticeably more tense as she took her place in line.  She paid no mind to it, however, instead simply scanning the menu before landing on a rather admittedly beautiful cone with ice cream shaped like rose petals.  As she reached the front of the line, she removed her hood, eyes glimmering red in the summer sun, and pointed at the picture with a single delicate sprinkled with scars

❝ A strawberry cone in the shape of a rose, please, ❞  she stated, voice cold as ice as she scanned him in a fairly analytic manner.  Her fiery gaze flickered up to him, unwavering from his form, eyes scanning and taking all of him in.  This makeup was rather suspiciously intricate.  Scarlet tilted her head.  ❝ How did you manage the effects for your missing eye? ❞

[johnnys-ghcst-blog]

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  ---   The leather figure was leaning against a tree, just barely visible under the shade of it’s leaves, looking cooler than he probably was with his arms behind his canted head. He smirks, expression shifting to bemusement at their response.

 ❝  Well hey, you’re kinda one to talk about spookin’, dontch’a think, Mic? ❞

There it was, out comes that slick voice like he just popped right out of a vintage drive in flick. He left his post, approaching the moonlight, with the other considered he doubted he needed to play alive. His body quickly grew transparent in the light, feet not quite looking like they interacted with the floor.

  ❝  I thought I woke up to the set of Voodoo Island 2, over here! Whaddaya doin’ runnin’ ‘round my grave like a headless chicken? Ya lost or somethin’? ❞

[inkuubus-blog]

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“That was WAY too close! I... think we’re safe in here, at least for now.” The shorter male sighed, sitting back against one of the hay barrels before glancing forward at the other. They’d managed to escape one or two hunters, and were currently residing in some barn. Finn set a hand along the zombie’s leg, “You’re okay, right?? All your limbs still in tact and stuff? I’m sorry I got you into this mess...”

He would understand if Cola wanted to break things off. 

[ccmboy-blog]

"Where did you get this stylish shirt? - zombiecola ( human verse )

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“I got it from that place, right over there!” Todomatsu pointed ahead at the tall beige building before focusing his eyes onto the male that spoke. Ooh, he was cute! “They have lots of stylish clothing! I could show you around there, if you want?”