#TW: Zombie

[theprissythumbelina]

Last Line Tag Game

I was tagged by @blind-the-winds , @thatndginger , @thetruearchmagos and @tabswritesfor the last line tag. Since all of you tagged me, you get a whole scene!

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“Mama?” she said. The empty corpse at the door paid no attention. Resigned, at this point, Nicolette pulled loose a whisp of magic from the bundle in her chest. “Mama?” She tried again. 

At this, her mother’s body paused, and turned sightless eyes toward her. But only for a heartbeat, and then it went back to scratching at the door with animalistic ferocity. Nicolette’s cheeks burned with unusual cold, and as Nicolette rubbed at her face, she discovered she was crying. 

“Mama.” She couldn’t stop the tears and now she couldn’t stop the words either.

“Mama please. You shouldn’t have left me like this. I don’t have anything now. I have nothing, I only ever had you. Why did you leave me?”

She was shaking uncontrollably. Her voice climbed to a wail and she rocked frantically, making the wood chair scream and creak.

 “You can’t leave me, what am I supposed to do? I’m nothing, I’m nothing, I’m nothing, why did you leave me? Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me?”

The chair gave out with a final shriek of complaint. 

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I'm tagging @cwritesfiction @owlsandwich @dyrewrites @gltownsend @emabatis @emilydevoursstories @ceph-the-ghost-writer @macabremoons (no pressure!)

[maria-chwan]

Day 27: Bubble

for SoftResetJanuary 🎀

[flomygosh]

Tracy Pullman

Prompt: Zombie

Day 5 of @maadsimming 31 Days of Simblreen

Fun fact. The green gas is not an edit. She farted. It’s perfect.

I realised none of my sims have been stereotypically Halloween-y so I wanted to pay homage to “proper” zombies. I had so much fun with her, lots of photos today (sorry not sorry). Cas screenies below the cut.

[azuhrasims]

31 Days of Simblreen

Day 5: Zombie

#maadhalloween challenge by @maadsimming

[mewlover]

IDK if this needs a 'keep reading' thing, but just to be safe

the buryman only deals in cash /ref

[fishanonishere]

I did attack on @flashlightdemon~~ on ArtFight hehe

Under the cut because of gore

[wickedlehane]

//ooc; happy halloween, ya nerds!!! sorry to put my freaky mug all over your dash, but I was immensely proud of my costume for this year so I wanted to share it with you.

it's a clicker from the last of us! :D one of my more labor-intensive, but budget-friendly costumes from recent years. This only cost me like $50 in materials. Woo!

[sams-whumping-ground]

Crisis-arts' Goretober prompt list Day 1 - Rotting.

The one thing that I could think of for this is Zombies. I tried doing something with Noel himself, but thinking about it, Noel is crazy enough to start an apocalypse himself if he wanted. With the amount of times he's killed his kids and his grandson all in the name of science, he'd have enough bodies to resurrect.

Lore wise, Noel himself is a rotten man. Not just by his actions.

The characters in this from left to right are: Byrd, Luna, Noel, Todd, and Rhys (Luna's son and Noel's grandson).

If you'd be interested in the Hyde's story let me know and I'll see if I can't write or draw something up.

Taglist: [If you'd like to be added to the taglist please let me know]

@theninjabozo @confirmedcannibal

[itsgirlcraft]

Ah. Ig I did not post it yet hah- okok here's days 2 and 10 of Stevetember: bridle and zombie! Not combined this time tho

Also yes I'm just. Doing this out of order. It's easier for me to just roam around, I'll get to everything at my own pace.

Had no clue what to do for bridle so just went with Fake Lucas (man the mouth n legs were SO HARD for no reason)

I did two for zombie, TW rot/gore and an eyeball popped out of its socket, also visible bones.

Sooo left is Sabre but from one of my weird dreams where he's a zombie-werewolf-vampire hybrid. Right is that random zombie from like the early Steve Saga that couldn't be hurt in the sun?? Yeah that dude.

[illwilledomen]

Hostile and Neutral Overworld creatures, excluding subsurface organisms and testificates (villagers, illagers, witches).

[marsmarbles]

VICTORY!!!

Jupiter

[suiana]

yandere! boyfriend who becomes yandere! ex zombie boyfriend after a fight you had with him. you don't even remember what you were fighting about, just that you never wanted to see him or his sorry ass ever again.

unfortunately, a few months after your breakup, you saw him again. only this time, he was a zombie.

"raa..."

your zombie ex relishes in the familiarity of you. your scent, your eyes, hell, even just your familiar presence... fuck he wanted you so bad. he still doesn't understand why you left him. was it because he kept threatening to turn into a zombie if you talked to another person? probably.

he growls lowly, stalking closer towards you before you grunt in disbelief.

"i told you i never wanted to see you again! are you stalking me even when you're dead?" you accuse, holding up your weapon before you turn around and start stomping off angrily.

but yes, yes he was stalking you. even as a zombie, some habits just die hard, you know?

"begone! i don't even want to be in your presence!"

oh no, he couldn't allow that, could he?

"grah!"

"oi!"

you don't even know what happened until you felt your back against the cold ground. you couldn't believe it. your ex boyfriend now zombie had tackled you down, his slob getting all over you as he nuzzles into your neck.

"get off ya stinky!"

"grr..."

"stop growling! you're not an animal!"

"nh..."

well, it seems like your ex still obeys you somewhat. maybe you could try and-

"baby, if you get off me i'll give you a kiss?"

"liar..."

what the hell he can talk?!

"l-love you... so much... sex? can we... sex?"

"what the fuck?"

[technologyvoid]

I love my OC!

*puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the hor

Edit

Can't have shit in this household without terfs showing up, apparently

Anyways

[oliviarampaige]

“Revenant”

Day 27 - Mushroom

Sometimes dead is better.

[allurilove]

Yandere x Zombie you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: Body mutilation, gore, stalking, desperate and perverted man, gender neutral reader, begging, dry humping.

*He doesn’t have a name, and is referred to as “your stalker,” He only exists for reader, and without you, he ceases to exist. Here is part two! This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: It’s the zombie apocalypse, and you’re a zombie who has a little stalker/fan. He tried to offer himself to you, but you want nothing to do with him.

You’re just trying to go on about your day being a zombie, but an annoying and persistent man won’t leave you alone. He thinks he’s slick, but you see him, and best him every time.

Your stalker always hated zombies. They reeked of death, their breath sour, and their jaws claimed thousands of souls. He kept quiet as he tiptoed around, hiding his body behind a trash can as you feasted on your latest victim.

You went for the jugular, your teeth puncturing their skin, and a burst of metallic tasting blood filled your mouth. You were wild. Your whole hands, neck, chest, and face were stained with blood. You had a couple of flies around you, which you ate as a snack too.

However, with you, he was infatuated. He never once thought it was disgusting that your skin stuck to your skull, your arm twisted in an unnatural way, and how your hair was matted. Or how your clothes were torn, and you had holes in your shoes.

He tried to trap you. But unlike the other zombies, you were smart. The bear trap didn’t work, he tried to lasso you and failed, he spent time building you a cage, just for you to trap him in it.

When you went after a group of humans, he panicked. He hated when you went after a crowd, and he watched with his heart hammering. He prayed that you would survive, and rip them to shreds.

Your stalker often made sure you were well fed. He dragged an old body that remained untouched, and he purposely pushed it into your view. He winced as the body rolled down the hill and knocked you down like a bowling pin. Whoops.

After this has gone on for months, he became envious. Your attention was solely focused on the girl you trapped against the wall, he huffed and puffed, crossing his arms as the girl continued to scream. He began to wonder how it would feel to be eaten by you.

He handed himself to you like he was the best thing around. He took a shower by the lake, scrubbing his body clean from the dirt and grime. Your stalker wondered if he should just be nude so you had an easier access to him, or be clothed and make you work for it…

Your stalker whistled as he approached you, but you didn’t look at him. Your body just wandering around the abandoned building, and he waved at you. But you ignore him. He purposely laid down in front of you, but you just step on his stomach, making him groan in pain. He watched as you were on the move again, and he grabbed onto your ankle.

“Wait— please!” He tried to bargain with you, “I swear I taste good!” Your stalker whined as you just drag him around, trying to go on about your day again. He decided to do something drastic.

Your stalker needed your attention. He needed to feel your hands on him. He stuffed his mouth with his sock, and he picked up his blade. He jumped a couple of times and his joggers slipped down a bit, enough for him to pull out his member.

It hurt like a bitch. He bit down hard onto the sock as his tears welled up in his eyes, he cut his member from the base— wanting to give you the whole thing.

He handed you his cock, and you took the phallic looking thing in your hands. With some sick perversion he wanted to see you eat it, to hold it in your hands, and watch it disappear down your throat.

He’s seen you eat raccoons, rats, pigeons, and decomposed maggot filled bodies rotting away in the hot summer sun, their guts spilled open, and there was barely any flesh left to eat. He’s seen you dig through trash and shove it in your face.

He watched you tear into your own arm after not being able to find something to feed on for weeks. He watched you bite into a pee soaked leg after the human pissed itself after seeing your morbid face.

And yet you wouldn’t eat his freshly cut dick?

You looked at him with an unamused expression.

Your stalker frowned, his hands snatching back his body part after you refused to eat it. His hands were shaking, and his legs about to give out— due to his wound he haphazardly wrapped with bandages. His ego was bruised.

You continued to stare at him with disgust, as if you haven’t done something as vile as this. But to be fair, it wasn’t your fault that you were eating humans. It was the damn virus.

First, you don’t care to eat him. Second, you barely seem interested in him. And now third, you’re rejecting his offering? This was enough to make a grown man cry.

“Is it too small for you?” He pouted. “I- I happen to be a grower-“

He swore he saw you roll your eyes. For someone who barely had any mobility except for shuffling around, you had the gall to roll your eyes. You just groan. You try to wave your arm at him— to dismiss him, but you just smacked his face.

“Am I not appealing to you?” He glared at you, his face turning pale. His pants are soaked in blood, and he twitched.

The man fell down to his knees, throwing his dismembered cock to the side, and he clasped his hands together. His breath is ragged, and looked at you as if you were an angel who could take him out of his misery.

And so you do.

Most of your victims are scared, clawing at your arms and leaving red harsh marks on your skin, but he holds you closer. He moaned as your body was pressed up against his— chest to chest. You sat right on his hips. His blood tasted like nectar, it was pleasant and sweet. Your tongue swiped at his sweat.

“Oh god yes! Please eat me!” He cried out, and his fingers dig into your rib cage as you start to grind onto him.

He was already on deaths door step, his heart beat slowing down, and his grip slightly loosened. Your stalker’s moans, and the chanting of your name quiets. It wasn’t long before he let out his last breath.

Your stomach is full and you’re satisfied.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was applying for PhD funding. The guy in charge (whose name I had already forgotten) told me they were going to give £90k a year. He told me it was a lot but you’ve gotta spend your money on something. Then I went outside to see that the zombie apocalypse had begun while we’d been talking.