#hector the zombie

[soralviper]

Favorite friendly forces in the Zombie Army series

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[bluboy404]

adding the Trojan family into my AU ^^

the are definitely not the main focus and it’s more of a side story (definitely not an excuse to draw Paris)

When Helen got turned, Menelaus was trying to keep an eye on her but one night she wandered off and then was found by Paris. She is a lot more docile and that made him think that she was in love with him, meanwhile she was just trying to eat him (Hector has had to save his dumbass multiple times) Hector wants to kill Helen to protect their family but Paris’ delusional ass tries to protect her. She is eventually found by Menelaus again and that’s about all I have :3

[vendetta935]

Zombie army inspirational quotes by character

Boris: don't stop when you're tired, stop when you're done.

Jun: the future belongs to those who prepare for it today.

Karl: it always seems impossible until I've snipped you in the balls from 500 yards away.

Shola: do something today that your future self will thank you for.

Hector: remember, a spitfire doesn't take off with the wind, it goes against it.

Josiah: the darkest hour is just before dawn.

Werner: you know what you are, but not what you might be.

Marie: you only live once? Nuh-uh! You only die once, you live everyday.

Sibyl: as my cheater used to say, everyday is a chance to be better.

Curtis: nothing is impossible, even the word says i'm possible.

Bruno: sometimes later never happens, do it now.

Edie: you are an example, whether you're a good example or not is up to you.

Jacques: a hero is not someone who gives up when beaten down.

Efram: it's always the accidents that produce the most damage.

Hermann: our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Umbra: Be the destruction, of earth you wish to be.

Hitler: if my ball can conceive it and my brain can think it, then I can achieve world domination.

[beevean]

Idea: What if Hector at first enjoyed creating Innocent Devils because they loved him unconditionally, but came to realise how hollow and empty it was to only be loved by creatures that he specifically created to love him. And what he really wanted was someone to love him for who he was (even if he had to change to earn that love) rather than something that loved him because it was made to.

See, this was my first thought, that little Hector would simply be happy to be surrounded by creatures who love him unconditionally after a lifetime of being hated. But I just can't make it fit with what we know of Hector.

Another big difference between the two Hectors is that, if you pay attention, N!Hector's pets are only dead animals:

And this is very interesting. For how much N!Hector is associated with pure, simple love for animals, he doesn't seem to be interested in real, living pets. Only undead creatures that he brought back to life. The more you think about it, the creepier it is, and the more unsavory implications it brings.

I could also talk about N!Hector's morbid fascination with death, how he surrounds himself with death and how he learned to defy it since he was a child and didn't even understand what he was doing, just the childish desire of "no, poor doggo, I can help!"... but eh, can't be bothered to put more work in than the writer did 🙃

Hector, on the other hand, seems to attract normal animals.

Of course, they came to him because he was "cursed", so it wasn't unconditional love either, but it's definitely more balanced. Hector didn't do anything to force them to him, they're still living, conscious beings (until the demons speak through them lmao), and it's implied that he sees himself in them, as all these animals are considered bad omens or simply disgusting.

So no, Hector just doesn't have N!Hector's tendency to force his will on other creatures. As I pointed out, he displays more signs of being love starved and willing to devote himself to anyone than the infamously gullible N!Hector. Everything about him implies that he believes that he has to earn the right to live and be loved, by serving Dracula, by repaying Rosaly in chores or with his own possessions - the complete opposite of creating creatures that will easily, mindlessly love him.

It is possible, of course, that little Hector simply didn't understand the implications of what he was doing. He was just like "yay i can create fairies with my own hands :D new friends!", and that was that, not that deep. The "unconditional" part would not register to him: he's more than happy with conditional love, oh hi drac 🙂

We do know that later on, in PtR, he muses more about the nature of IDs, but it comes from a place of concern for them, and his problem was in how he was forced to use them:

Is there an innate “sin”? Nevertheless, we are born… Why? Don’t go, Hector…

[Forgive me...] It's not your fault... For something like this...?

("fault" could also be "sin")

So I think that yes, while he still saw them as his friends (as per the last cutscene of CoD), eventually Hector grew horrified at the idea of using innocent creatures who only understand their devotion to their creator to kill equally innocent humans. As if he was taking advantage of them, you know?

Oh hey. A "child" created through magic who is intensely devoted to his master and made to commit atrocities because his master is a bastard who took advantage of the pure love of said child? Reminds me of someone else 🙂 <- i am normal about this parallel

I went on a tangent. I suppose that yes, in part, I could include the detail "Hector at first is simply happy with his new powers before he grows up and understands how truly cursed they are, and not just because they go against God", but I simply can't shoehorn N!Hector's very specific warped view of love and attachment, because it's the opposite of what we're shown in canon. And it's frustrating, because you could really eviscerate it to bring to the light a creepy, yet sympathetic character.

[mondaygroobles]

The Zombie Knight Saga By George M. Frost

Zombie Knight Saga or ZKS cause I am lazy is my absolute favorite web novel. It has over 3000 pages and been in progress for over 10 years of and on by it's author Frost but mostly keeping a rate of one page a day.

It is a modern setting progression fantasy with hundreds of interesting characters. monolithic scale in terms of the small day to day people and the incredibly powerful organizations. The story starts fun but slow and tricks you into learning all about his world and caring about every character.

The power system is unlike any other I have seen and creates engaging fights with a solid basis on how the powers of the story work. If you like weird but solid power systems you will love this.

spoilers

The story starts with the main character Hector's death. But with a timely intervention Garovel a reaper offers him a second chance at life. Hector and Garovel become reaper and servant or more accurately low self preservation best friends. Together they help people using a combination of undead perks and reaper weirdness.

My favorite characters are Hector Goffe, Garovel and Ibai.

My partners favorite is Geoffrey Rofal

[chibishortdeath]

OH I AM BEING SO INCREDIBLY NORMAL ABOUT CORDOVA TOWN RN—

[kevotheamazo]

Here is my first batch of valentine day cards “anyone can give this to their love ones just please just mention me” Happy Valentines Day!

[superbattle117]

Here's DJ berry's parents and adopted human younger sister where her parents killed by zombie bomber attack.

[luxysspaceadventure]

all of you mentioning the pre-sequel in the tags. we are all interconnected in the fungus

borderlands is so fun when you don't have a bitch whining in your ear about how much it sucks

[carionto]

Too tough for paradise

One peculiar side effect of Humans hailing from a Deathworld is that their biological well-being is partly dependent on some degree of microscopic hostility from the environment and what they consume.

It is normal among most species that, should their surroundings change to more hospitable conditions, their minds and bodies would feel relief and be under less stress. However, as with any changes, if they deviate too far too quickly from their normal, you risk damage from a sudden shock to the system.

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Abigail "Abby" Hostaz had been legally grounded by the Gyin-Trov due to her, ahem, "expansion of business" without the right permits. Not that she bothered to learn that nobody outside Human controlled space in the Galactic Coalition would allow the creation of a deadly asteroid race track AND let sentient beings directly pilot ships through it.

Hell, finding an Alien crazy enough to partake in an activity even most Humans consider insane is one in a trillion. She still did find seven non-Humans, so that math actually is within a reasonable margin. Everything else is not reasonable.

The local Gyin-Trov government learned of the true nature of her activities when a rogue asteroid suddenly appeared on their threat detection systems. The unnatural change of course quickly pointed to where she had set up her latest "thrill track", which the authorities rapidly dismantled, impounded her vessel, named "Victor", and put her under house arrest in the Human embassy awaiting the conclusion of the investigation and subsequent trial.

While station based embassies are effectively fully contained perfect habitats for the respective species, planet based ones tend to adopt a lot of the local elements and integrate what they can simply due to proximity and availability.

Humans, the resourceful buggers that they are, used everything the planet had to offer (that wasn't outright lethal to Humans, which in the case of the Gyin-Trov homeworld were only a few pollen producing crops found in the poles of the planet).

A combination of a almost perfect temperature range (near constant lows of 14C at night, highs of 21C mid-day), slightly higher moisture levels, and bio-engineered local flora that made the water into this somewhat thicker soup containing virtually every nutrient, vitamin and mineral a carbon-based lifeform could ever want, leaving little for the digestive system to tackle. Heck, just being within a field of such plants lets the body absorb everything for healthy survival.

In short, the Gyin-Trov homeworld, also named Gyin-Trov, is as close to Utopia as you can get.

Aaaaaaand Abby is not having a fun time there.

It's not like she was imprisoned - she was allowed to wander around the city and surrounding area under light supervision, she even had her cat, Hector, with her. But there just wasn't enough excitement to be found anywhere.

They had arcades and various physical activities, but she never felt her body grow tired after hours of competitive gaming and contests. No feeling of hunger or exhaustion ever disturbed her focus. The only thing that kept Abby from becoming, essentially, a zombie perpetually engaged in whatever activity was most fun at the moment was the inherent nature of the Human brain - it gets... wobbly after a while and needs sleep.

Not even a week had passed and people noticed Abby had become... different. No strong reactions to anything, no outbursts of some crazy ideas, just a general positive but not quite cheerful apathy. The Human ambassadors had experienced a much milder version of this, and it is theorized that they did not deem it as concerning due to the simple fact the ambassadors always had something to do, and more importantly - something that put their minds, if not bodies, to the test. Regular challenges, worries, and stress from work in general kept them on edge in some ways.

Abby was just waiting around, "put on vacation" as one of the ambassadors had put it. After a couple of more days of this peace, she seemed more like a automaton than anything else. Mindlessly going from place to place, trying out whatever activities were available, but clearly none offered anything close to the level of excitement and danger she had grown so used to. Not even the flawed thirty year old Human body she was in offered any surprises or discomforts.

Everything was just perfectly fine.

When the paperwork finally cleared and she was issued a fine and formally banned from engaging in any construction efforts in Gyin-Trov controlled space, she was reunited with Victor, and the personality changes she had undergone during her short time were seemingly instantly reversed.

Once she was in her ship and the self-diagnostics showed a few blinking lights, Abby immediately became energized and took action. Breathing in the recycled air with a hint of dry rust made that old bruise on her right side make itself known again. She pulled an all-nighter making repairs and "adjustments" to Victor and collapsed from exhaustion on the hard floor.

The next day, she was already near the border to neutral space when she noticed a dwarf planet with a rock formation in the shape of a trebuchet (very vaguely, if you squint really, really hard, and imagine half of the parts), and that gave her an idea.

All the while, Hector the cat did not exhibit any noticeable changes during his stay with Abby on Gyin-Trov. Maybe just a few more hours of sleep per day than normal.

[cake-apostate]

Let's look a bit closer at the new Devil Forgemaster, shall we?

Much is made of how Devil Forging requires a human touch. Only living hands can reach into hell, but it's more than that. Hector treats his little zombie dog as a pet, and Isaac regards his work as holy redemption for sinners. They make their own Forging tools, which are treated as special.

The Devil Forgemaster of this season doesn't use a hammer like Hector and Isaac, but a machine. He explicitly didn't build it himself; a demon from Hell gave it to him, and it's implied that he made the other warrior monks share the cost with him. He doesn't touch the corpses he's given, but has his night creatures mount them on meathooks and wheel them into the machine to be mass-produced. And he regards both the work and the night creatures with disdain; he believes it to be suffering for a greater cause.

[wylldebee]

Castlevania AU where everything is the same except Hector's little zombie pug Cezar survives the attack on the castle in season one. Alucard finds him in Hector's forge all alone and proceeds to look after him, and the two of them bond, and Alucard isn't all alone in his big childhood home. Cezar's favourite chew toy is the Trevor doll. He keeps carrying it around in his mouth by the crotch. Alucard finds it hilarious.

[zaynmirrors]

Fire on Fire: Part 20

A/N: Getting close to the end guys! Does anyone have any ideas for another series or blurbs? Open to suggestions.

Chapter 20

10k stayed in and out of consciousness, so much to the point I was starting to worry. Eventually, by luck, we met up with Warren and the others. 

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this” Warren spoke, glancing back at me in the rearview mirror. 

I shook my head, “All good” though I’m not sure it was. 

“How’s your little girl?” She smiled fondly at the memory of her. 

A small smile tugged on my lips, “She’s good, talking, being a menace” which earned a chuckle from Warren. 

“Where is your daughter now?” Hector, who I managed to learn they had beef with for a while but was now on our side. 

I winced, “it’s a long story, but she's with this couple that took us in. Very fortified place”

Hector nodded and mumbled something about that being nice as Doctor Sun Mei glanced back at 10k who slept, she said nothing but looked skeptical. 

“What can you tell us about Murphy town?” Warren asked. 

I shook my head. “Not much, there’s a lot of security, a zombie moat, and these people just listen to him”

“Now that’s odd” Warren grunted, I nodded. 

“That’s all I got before he knocked me out” I stated 

Hector raised an eyebrow “knocked you out?”

I nodded, “yeah, woke up in a psych ward, that’s how I met up with doc and 10k”

“Oh you’re gonna wanna hear this!” Doc piped up and went on to tell the whole story, I snorted, laughing at some of the funny parts. 

“Sounds like you guys have been up to quite a bit” Addy pipes up. I nod. The ride continued swapping stories of zombies, family before, and just what we wish the world was now. 

Warren pulled to a stop at a lookout that gave us a good view of Murphy's little village. If it came to a fight I don't know if I'd be able to go down swinging. I promised I'd make it back to Em. 

I sighed quietly, taking a look at 10k who was still passed out. Good, sleep it off. The more time I have to plan out this conversation the better. 

Warren decided to set up camp here, so we sat around a low-burning fire eating beans Maggie packed for me. I stood taking what was left of my bowl over to the opened trunk of the car where 10k lay. Though instead of asleep, his eyes were open staring at the roof of the car. His head turned my way. Fuck. 

“How long have you been here?” He asked, voice still groggy from sleep, or drugs, or Murphy, hell maybe a combo. 

I took a breath, “been here a while” he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the trunk. 

He looked at the bowl in my hand and then back up to my face. “Come to really put a knife in my chest?” He deadpanned. 

No emotion was shown in his eyes, I glanced over to see if anyone was listening, if they were they were doing a good job hiding it. 

“I came to apologize, and save your ass” I offered up the bowl of beans, he crossed his arms over his chest in rejection so I set it on the edge of the trunk beside him. 

He stayed silent, either not wanting to listen or telling me to continue. Regardless I continued. “I was selfish, I chose Emma over you and the mission and I’m sorry.”

He loosened the tightness of his arms but his face remained stoic so I just went on, “Every waking moment I think about you, about us. fuck you’re in my dreams too. I was stupid and you can hate me all you want, I deserve it.” 

He remained silent, as tears threatened to spill. Heat ran its way up from my cheeks to the tops of my ears. I could tell he was in contemplation, I knew him all too well. “I would’ve gone with you,” he said, firm and truthful. “You could’ve just said something, everything could’ve been okay. All you had to do was just fucking say something!” His fist hit the carpet inside but still made a loud enough noise that made me jump. 

He went on, “The little savior act isn’t going to fix things. I should’ve known you would’ve picked that thing over me. I was happier thinking you were dead” 

I couldn’t stop the tear that fell down my cheek but I wasn’t about to cry in earshot of everyone else. I simply nodded and walked away, noticing we had gathered an audience. 

My feet carried me past the group, ignoring Warren calling out for me. This is exactly how I figured it would go. I should’ve just stayed at the farm. Crawling into one of the tents we set up, I laid on the sleeping bag and sobbed, Not caring about anyone hearing me. 

I sobbed, knowing you fucked up was one guilt but hearing it was a whole other level. I almost hadn’t heard Addy enter the tent. “Y/N, you wanna talk?”

Shaking my head earned a sigh from her, then some rustling and a sudden warmth at my back. I didn’t stray from her touch when she wrapped around me.

Addy rested her nose on the top of my head. A hand in my hair, rubbing in soothing circles. “I don’t think he means what he said,” she said lowly. So they had heard. 

I shook my head but she just shushed me, “Give him time, it’s obvious he’s not in the right mind at the moment”. It didn’t matter to me, somewhere deep in his mind he meant that. She held me, soothing me as I cried. Even as I fell asleep. 

That morning I woke alone, not that it bothered me. I was becoming used to waking up alone. I didn’t want to leave the safety of the tent. Leaving meant facing the group. Facing 10k. I couldn’t do that, though there wasn’t much choice in that matter. I’d have to leave eventually. 

Before I could even think about getting up Warren made her way into the tent, biscuit in hand which she offered out to me. I took it with a small smile. 

“He ran off” was all she said, I knew though. I just nodded and so she continued “We’re gonna fight, it'll be messy. I know you got that little girl to take care of so if you wanted to leave” Did I want to leave? I felt indifferent about fighting.

“If you find yourselves out our way, stop by,” I said, she nodded. I’m sure she knew what my choice was going to be. I told her how to find us, “when 10K gets fixed-“

She smiled, “I’ll send him your way, give that little girl a hug for me” I nodded and smiled, turning on my heel to face the tent. 

I didn’t waste time gathering my stuff. When I was done, I went to say my goodbyes but saw Addie talking to Warren who held a sullen expression on her face. 

Doc grabbed my attention as he said “I hate to see you go again” I turned to look at him. 

“I know, I want to stay and make sure he’s okay but I can’t.” He held his hand up as if he understood, “If I would’ve just stayed-“

“Hey, don’t. None of us could’ve known that Murphy was going to do that.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “Murphy set that whole thing up, he knew what he was doing, it wasn’t your fault”

It was like everything clicked together, he truly had planned it all out. Fucker. He deserves everything that’s coming. “You bring him home to me,” I said, pulling Doc into a tight hug.

“We’ll be right behind you kiddo,” he said into my hair, slowly loosening his hold on me. With that, I left. 

Chapter 21

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[beevean]

Castlevania: Curse of Darkness

Cordova Town

[blackjackkent]

Returning to Basilisk Gate we head towards the sewer entrance to follow up on Jaheira's planned meeting with Nine-Fingers, which is conveniently nearby.

There's a lot of ambient dialogue in the area, mostly Flaming Fist giving trouble to the locals. In one direction, a set of refugees are getting their animals confiscated by Lord Gortash's administration "for the duration of the ongoing emergency". In another, a young woman who a Fist claims "is on the list" has been beaten into unconsciousness by a Steel Watcher in the process of being arrested.

Banter on the way:

Wyll: Mercenary they may be, but Father always demanded discipline from the Flaming Fist. Seems some grew unruly in his absence. Jaheira: Your father made a fine job of polishing them up some - but a sellsword is still a sellsword. They are just following their nature. Wyll: And you think the Harpers are more dutiful? Jaheira: I should hope so - they certainly don't get paid half so well.

XD

All in all, it's not an extremely heartening first view of the city for Rakha, who is immediately overwhelmed by the sheer number of people and voices happening in all directions.

On the bright side, meeting this fellow doesn't really feel any weirder than anything else happening around her:

"Come to have a go? Give it your best shot."

Narrator: An air of decay hangs over the stooped beggar's form. The smell of rot. The smell of death.

(A/N: Still amused remembering when Hector found this guy and Selune took time out of her busy day to ping his divine sense and inform him specifically that this is a zombie. XD Also I'm 90% sure this is Aradin's voice actor. )

Rakha must look puzzled, because the strange figure clarifies eagerly: "Gold first. Then you can hit me."

"Usually people pay me *not* to hit them," Rakha says, bemused.

"Tried that once," the figure quips. "They took the gold and hit me anyway. Better this way; I still leave with gold in my pocket. So - you having a go or not?"

Rakha has to think this over for a moment. She has plenty of gold, so the price isn't at issue, but it's not an offer she expected to be given. She would be lying if she said that hitting someone guilt-free wouldn't be a welcome stress-release just at present.

Her biggest concern is the beast Urge in her head - but surprisingly, it seems uninterested in this particular target, in a way that she recognizes. In the past, it has had no particular hunger to 'kill' things which cannot bleed and have no life to drain away, from which she determines that the smell is very pertinent indeed - this creature, whatever he is, is already dead.

She reaches into her pocket, pulls out a platinum and five gold, and hands it over wordlessly.

It's a strange impact, a sort of wet thud into flesh stretched slightly too tight. It stings up her arm into her shoulder.

And, if she's honest, it feels good. And the beast remains mercifully quiet through the whole process.