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#later this week. Not today. I'm busy today.

((HOW IS THE ONECLER FANDOM STILL A THING

oh man

Keep going lil buddies, KEEP ON TRUCKING))

[Zombie is hibernating mhm, he’ll be back in spring (though I’ll reply to long running role-plays, aka don)]

((Don leaves, Mafia AU starts. thefuck))

((Heads up))

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So urh, sorry))

"What is the flu? Is it like a soup because I don't have that" he stated coughing a bit "That last person I ate though wasn't lookin too hot. Was all pale and nasty" He commented tapping a finger on his chin adjusting his red sweater, it looked like it was changing colors. He looked at zombie "That shade just doesn't suit you at all Let's make it a deep green!" he snapped his fingers making the sweater change to said color "Much better!"

Ew. This was just getting worse.

“Yeah urh kid? Don’t eat sick people, never ends well”

"Well I ate the bunny so I guess so~" He laughed a bit at his musings leaning in "Why do you look so cute'' he pulls on the other's cheek looking a bit sickly even for his standard

“You ate a bunny? Kid you’re getting weirder, you know that right?” he caught the sickly gleam on the others features and pulled away at the touch.

“You got the flu or something?”

yes yes yes yes YES YES YES -touches him-

He flailed and pushed back with both hands, leaning his body away as far as he could without falling over onto his ass.

Now looking like he was 10, he beamed "Yes yes yes! Eh it looks adorable on you!" He pulled out a camera taking a picture before jumping down landing on his feet "Look at how cute you look so adorable!" he cooed lovingly

"'Cute'? You have an odd taste, you know that, right?"

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“Oh, so it’s allowed to touch me, but not you? Talk about unfair.”

“Unlike you, I have standards”

-the tentacle tounges got closer-

"no no no NO NO NO NO"

"It's christmas get into the spirit look!" He pulled out a dark green matching sweater with red truffula's on the front that lit up "C'mon C'mon put it on I made it just for you!" he did he sat in the void for hours making it for him he seemed to be acting like a kid

Zombie raised one brow before sighing loudly and grabbing the sweater, pulling it on over his suit.

“There, are you happy now?”

He didn’t exactly enjoy the sensation against his skin but last time he pissed the kid off he’d almost been killed so, for the sake of not dying again, he was willing to wear the ugly sweater.

I missed u now gimme a smooch

"Ew, don't touch me"

"Hi zombie~" the younger of the two cooed lovingly hanging from the ceiling with a bright red christmas sweater and a light up santa hat.

Oh great, not this guy again.

“Oh, ha-...what are you WEARING?”

it was hard to take the demon spawn seriously with that get up.

hey bby u miss me

"...Maybe a litt- no, wait...no"

"So I've been hearin' through th' grapevine that we have a friend in common..." the gambler commented with a hardly hidden smirk.

“I wouldn’t exactly use the word ‘friend’ at the moment” Zombie snorted, rubbing his bruised forehead.

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Don-Onceler/Zombie-ler RP fic (Part 8)

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(MASTER POST)

“What the fuck.” The mafia boss hissed as pain spread through the front of his skull.One hand gripping the side of his head and the other holding onto the splintered pieces of wood that was once known as his chair’s armrest.”What the fuck.” he repeated again,groaning quietly.Then,it was quiet,no more groaning,just the intake and outtakes of puffs of breath from both Zombie and the Don…Until the older man started chuckling.Quietly at first,eventually rising in volume and turning into a full fledged laughing fit as the Don threw his head back,a very much confusing turn in events to Zombie’s eyes,whom just stared at the man with his head slightly tilted to the side.

“You just don’t know when to stop.” Don chuckled,this one coming out in a lower tone,dangerous and menacing,and before the younger male could retort,his head was gripped in a large leather-gloved hand and slammed down onto the large mahogany desk,a thundering boom resulting from the impact. Hoisting Zombie’s upper body further up the desk,the youngster too stunned to fight back at the moment,the mobster took his time in adjusting their positions so as to pin Zombie down on the table,leaving no room for escape or much fighting back. The other was practically drooling on the table as he lay face down,stars swimming before his vision,barely registering the husky whisper that sounded in his head,”I think,” a hand smoothed down Zombie’s sides,tracing the subtle indents of his ribcage and then harshly slipping down his crotch in a firm but intentionally pain-enticing squeeze,”You’re pushing your luck,Zombie.” The name was spat out with much sarcasm,”I’d like to hear a reason why I shouldn’t have your balls cut off right now.”

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Part of him wished he really had let Don turn into a zombie before, at least then he’d be allowed to rip the others arm off without having Shock and Lock come and fill him full of lead moments later. The impact had clearly jostled Zombie more than a little as he laughed a little, eyes rolling back in his head, almost blacking out before Don’s words roused him from his stupor.

“St-stop wasting time and answer me, even now you still haven’t said, you just...just keep going and avoiding the question huh Donny haha? I’m onto you now Donny don don~” he said in a sing song voice, eyes fluttering shut again until he hissed through his teeth sharply and bucked himself back, trying to move away from Don’s hand, only to quickly press forwards against his palm when he realised that if he did move, his junk sure as hell wouldn’t be coming with him. This wasn’t good.

Tight spaces and being pinned to desks never seemed to go well when Don was around, it always ended up with Zombie ending up looking...well, less then respectable, either by blood or other bodily fluids.

“Just answer me, man up for once and tell me how you really feel. If you hated me you’d of had me killed ages ago, had more than enough chances, so I know you don’t want me dead, and you’re to narcissistic to do any real damage to my body”

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