#tw zombie

[fnafluffy]

also yay oc comic !!

[n0phis]

my dumbass posted this without tags on twitter LMFAO

anyways back to @wolfythewitch’s zombie au sandduo <3 heres the dm from them re: inspo

[seekincrows]

"Medical authorities in Cumberland have concluded that in all cases, the killers are eating the flesh of the people they murder" - Aim For the Head, Creature Feature

[what-an-art-blog-huh]

(MAJOR SPOILERS EP 46 AND BLOOD AND GORE BELOW THE CUT)

(Dialogue: "Kr Kremy y" "...Gid?" "<unintelligible> Safe... I keep you Safe"

I had a hc stuck in my brain that Kremy has has a reoccurring nightmare after the jabberwock fight where he'd be face to face with Gideon's corpse one way or another. Something about watching your husband die knowing that it's technically his job and highest priority is eating him alive.

Also consider; me like drawing gore.

Here's the partially unlit versions

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[sapphanimates]

OohHhhHhh h

is a- a zombie tails. spOOky.

idk guys i just redesigned ojo again. more alacrity stuff soon.

[dogbound1128]

tw for corpse/zombie below ⬇

[bag0fsnakes]

hey babe I don't have a heart so I got you someone else's- why are you running away

[generalconceptofacat]

Woah... the dead bunny... (aka me)

[3mutantsinatrenchcoat]

Silenced voices below cut!

Tw: blood, injury, implied death of animal, hallucinations

It's...kinda hard for Donnie to cope without his brothers, alot reminds him of them...

[rhokutlauncher]

Art trade with @pop-squeak!!! They were so so lovely to work with and their oc Argyle was so fun to draw, 100% would art trade again CHECK OUT THEIR ART TRADE PART ON THEIR BLOG . IMMEDIATELY. LIKE RIGHT NOW. STILL CANNOT GET OVER IT

[occultacarne]

@atomsurvived

"This body..." To say that he doesn't enjoy it would be an understatement. He misses his OWN. It's a weird feeling. This Is his, and yet he feels it does not belong to him. His powers are mostly the same, but...something also differs. He doesn't feel AS strong as he should.

Never the mind, it isn't permanent. That's what he will tell himself.

"You." He spots a lone man with his dog. Speaking of dogs, Morpheus sits beside Sebastian. A zombified dog that was reanimated into living, much like himself.

"You will tell me what the meaning of all this is."

[angrelysimpping]

Pet Zombie: Collab'oween Day 7

GN!Reader (you/your) x GN!Zombie (they/them)

Warnings: noncon; manipulation; undead; mild overstim; reader is keeping a zombie as a pet so

Words: 838

The scream is guttural, inhuman, and exactly what you wanted to hear as your darling pet thrashes against the bindings you’d secured them in. 

“There’s no use struggling, you know.” 

They don’t answer. You’re not sure they could answer. Once upon a time they’d spoken, mishmashed words. Mostly cursing you, threatening to rip your throat and rend you limb from limb. Not so much anymore. The last few weeks had only been growls and groans.

Until now.

They lunge forward again, bindings creaking as they try in vain to free themselves, to reach the meat you had placed just out of their reach. Another blood curdling screech rips from their throat, and you laugh.

“Becoming a zombie hasn’t much helped your intelligence, huh?”

Their eyes find yours, wild and unfocused. 

“Poor dear,” you coo, mocking clear as day even to the undead. Reaching out, you cup their face, thumb caressing their cheekbone. Carefully, you slip a digit under the strap of leather securing their muzzle in place, flexing your finger to give it a quick test of strength. It’s the only thing they’re really wearing. What use did a zombie have for clothes? “Poor silly fool,” you coo again, smiling as they growl. If they were more docile, you might have slipped the muzzle from their face, tucked your thumb into the gash ripping open their jaw. Of course, they weren’t. 

Their eyes seem to grow clearer and you grin wide. “Oh, are you here? Can you see me again?” 

They jerk towards you, teeth snapping as they try to bite you even muzzled. You move back, laughter bouncing around the small room you designed just for these little play sessions with your pet. 

The snap of breaking cord rings in your ears, the sound not processing for a moment. Long enough for your darling pet to dash forward, slamming against you with their full force. You let out a soft ooph as the wind is knocked out of you, falling back as your pet clambers on top of you while you remain dazed and disoriented.

Panic swells inside you as they thrash, teeth snapping as they try to rip into your flesh. The cold bars of their muzzle presses painfully into your neck, but it does its job. You’re kept safe from the infected teeth. 

Their arms are still pinned back, too. You’re in the clear, it seems. The only thing that had failed you was the cord that allowed them some free movement in the cell. Your main problem was that every time you tried to subdue them, they’d struggle harder, becoming more frantic, thrashing and growling as they attempted to maim you. In their struggles, part of their bindings get caught on your clothes, your trousers, ripping them and exposing more of your skin to the hungry ghoul. 

Your composure breaks, and you start writhing under them, matching them in their feral movements as you try to get them off you. It makes things worse. Their head knocks into your chin, teeth cracking and head bouncing off the floor. Ears ringing, white light skitters across your vision, and you go limp under them. 

Your thoughts are still muddled when your misbehaving pet ends up slotted between your thighs, hips pressed together in their continuous attempt to harm you. Maybe they felt pleasure, some new hunger awakening in them as they ground their bare crotch against yours. Or maybe there was more gray matter in that rotting skull than you thought and this is how they decided to get some semblance of revenge

Either way, they groan above you, the sound different than before. They move again, this time more deliberate in their actions. Unwanted heat rises in you as they rock against you. Reaching out, you try pushing them off. You can’t, head pounding as you try to shove them. 

They growl low, a threat, as they lay over you, resting their full weight against you ast they start rutting against you in earnest. 

“Foul,” you mutter under your breath, words loose in your mouth as your ears continue to ring. It is foul, not just that it was an undead humping you, but it was your pet. Moreover, your body was reacting. It was humiliating. 

You let your eyes shut, resting your aching head back against the floor. Your pet makes a sound you’ve never heard from them before, something like a purr as you resign yourself to letting your body get used like this in the hopes you’d be able to regain the upper hand. It takes more effort than you’d ever admit to crack an eye open, sneering at them. “Don’t get too cocky.”

If they give no indication if they understand you, still rutting against you. 

You’re not sure how long it is before you shudder under them, face hot as you cum. 

Unfortunately, your pet doesn’t seem anywhere near close to their end. You feel too sensitive, nerves raw as they keep grinding, and you’re in for a long night.  

[bracedfangirl]

Awakening

Apparently I hit 100 followers without noticing, so here's more for that Lloyd dies AU, without explanation or context, set about three months after the fic Fatal Mistake. This AU is so huge, with so much lore and chaos that unfortunately I can't write a proper cohesive fic for it, so y'all have to settle with snippets and one drawing every thousand years... With so many apologies I shall tag @lloydskywalkers because... It's Lloyd angst and I wrote this after rereading exposure therapy and you liked the previous installment of my Lloyd murdering AU-

Also summoning some mutuals: @goldenavenger02 @fishybehavior @thesoundofmadness

Lloyd awakes with a sharp, strangled wheeze, turning to his side to cough with a jerk.

'Wait wha-'

His vision finally clears, letting him take in his surroundings, and deduce that something is definitely not right-

Searing hot pain erupting through his torso, blood- so much blood all coming from him and then it's cold and he can't breathe-

It's stupid... So stupid because he knows he died. That's something you can't just... Miss or-or forget. He definitely didn't forget that, so why has thinking of it given him this much whiplash-

'Figure out what's going on first, idiot!' he reminds himself, looking around with a lot more effort now. Yeah he's definitely not where he last remembers being, and not where he remembers dying either, this is the Temple of Light which can only mean-

Brought back to life. He got brought back to life.

Okay something about that doesn't feel... Entirely right but he's not gonna think about that for now. He's here and that's what's important, cause the others are probably-

There's nobody in the temple with him.

It's just him, and some soot on the ground nearby, probably from whatever fucked up magic was used. Everything is suddenly too quiet, and it takes an awful lot of effort to not give in to the panic...

Whoever just... Ressurrected him (that doesn't feel right either-) it definitely wasn't his family. If it were them, they would've all stayed and watched, and would probably be crowding him with teary eyes and calling him stupid. No, this is someone else's doing, and they didn't even bother to stay long enough to tell him why, great.

He slowly and shakily stands up, taking careful steps to look around some more... Hopefully whoever wanted him around again left something for him, otherwise he's kinda stuck here. He does not trust his ability to summon his dragon right now, much less fly over the ocean with it-

Something light, but firm hits against his chest, guiding his gaze down-

Oh. It's just his medallion... He knew it can be worn as a necklace it just... Never suited his taste, he prefers it attatched more like a badge. He reaches for the chain's lock on the back of his neck, holding his other hand out to catch the intricate dragon head-

The moment the chain comes loose the slight wrong feeling in the back of his mind skyrockets, radiating out into every fiber of his being, sending him into panic.

There's an uncomfortable shift deep in his torso, an odd numbness spreading from his middle to everywhere else-

He tries to take breath to calm himself, but all he gets is this awful, rasping noise rattling through his throat and chest.

He can't feel half of his face, his toes, FSM he can't feel half his fingers either, what the hell is wrong with him all the sudden-

He stumbles out of the temple gates, into the morning light, and can finally take a look at his hands-

Lloyd's world grinds to a halt at the sight.

The fingers he can't feel are nothing but bone, the others partly covered by slimy looking, browned flesh. The green edge of his silk robe is nearly black where it runs along his middle, caved in and grossly sticking to his body-

This used to be among his worst nightmares... He's become a zombie. Undead. That's why he didn't feel right, that's why whoever did this didn't stick around. He hasn't been ressurrected, just summoned back into his gross, decaying corpse, how is he supposed to go home like this-

He supposes he has the whole way home to figure that one out, doesn't he?

[just-a-we1rd0]

ZOMBIE ZITTI :3333

She was poisoned by a radioactive chemical spill and she loves to eat other cats and turn them into silly zombies

Wc oc btw

[mydarlingedits]

Uhhh, we quit our old job and couldn't hold out any longer (terrible management, yikesss) but we're working with the temp center now, so we're (hopefully) okay!

Besides that, mostly cleaning our damn apartment, we've also recently gotten back into The Sims 4 lately, plus watching Project Zomboid let's plays by this one specific youtuber. Which is funny as hell to us, we cannot for the life of us watch horror movies, but we can apparently watch and play zombie video games if they're base-building centric.

(Oh, another really fun game is Dawn of Zombies, if you ever look into those games, and the Dawn of Zombies one is on mobile and is actually a full, complete/non-alpha game! XD)

~ 🐉🌩️

I could've sworn I responded to this when it was sent in wtf?? ᯓᡣ𐭩

Anyways, glad you got out of such a bad job, and yippie on cleaning, wish that were me tbh!!! I'm so close to also rentering my sims 4 era tbh. I've got 56.2 GB worth of mods ᯓᡣ𐭩

I don't do a lot of gaming on mobile (I say, with 22 games installed. But tbf most are idle games or like very low attention needing like 2048 or dress up games, though I do have a crippling arknights and PIMD addiction /sil) but that sounds really cool for anyone who does!!!!! ᯓᡣ𐭩

[dogbound1128]

Just something from my take on the Bad Timeline

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