#zombiewrites

[zombiewithaflowercrown]

Something that will never not be funny to me is how in almost every fic I read which is Tim Drake centric, he /always/ loses his spleen. No matter if he’s a civilian in a coffee shop or a villain or any other au, there’s always some event that sneaks it in in fics.

‘DC stands for disregard canon but this one lil guy lost an organ and he has forever lost that privilege :/‘

[witchesverse]

ur droolin' for a squeaky

pairing: vampire!wanda x human!femreader

summary: you've been distracting wanda's mind for weeks. she needs to deal with you before you ruin everything for her.

content: noncon, blood drinking, pain, clit rubbing, running from wanda, face slapping, on the verge of tears, begging, stalking.

a/n: shoutout to my awesome gf helping me write this (writers block sucks)

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When Natasha suggested Wanda acquire a human pet, she laughed in her face. It was the most bizarre thought. A powerful, high-ranking vampire does not need an idiotic, useless blood bag.

That was until you. Everything about you reeled her in, making her obsessed. She would zone out in important meetings or events because her mind was filled with violent and pornographic images of you.

"Wanda." Another high-ranking vampire, Carol Danvers, snapped at her. "What is going on? You have been distracted for the past few weeks."

Natasha sneered. "She's obsessed with a little human."

Wanda scoffed; a lie smoothly following. "Humans are below me. I would not become obsessed with such a weak creature."

"I don't care what your problem is, but you need to work it out," Carol sternly said. "I will not have you ruining this for us. Do you understand?"

Wanda nodded. She wasn't going to let a pathetic human ruin this.

-

Your heart was pounding and your legs ached with each step. You were exhausted but couldn't stop running; she would catch you. The trees had gotten thicker causing the sunlight to barely shine through, making it difficult to see.

So, naturally, you had to fall over a rock.

"Shit." You scrawled to your knees, ignoring the throbbing pain of your newly exposed skin and blood trickling down your knee.

There was no point in running anymore. She was already here within the time it had taken you to stand. You squinted, trying to find her in the shadows of the tree.

You couldn't find her.

Some people would think that was a good thing, but you knew it wasn't. You felt her hungry eyes raking over your body. Over the past few days, it had become a game for her. She would have you on a paranoid edge, pushing your fear to the limit, then pounce.

"I know you're watching me." You wanted to sound brave, but you didn't.

Silence.

"You're fucking sick, you know that?" You screamed, hoping that your rage would pull her out of the shadows.

Silence.

"Please," Your voice wavered with emotion. "Stop doing this."

Your heart dropped to your stomach as she emerged from the shadows. Her brown hair was tied in a tight bun and her bright red eyes complimented her pasty white skin.

She glanced at your bleeding knee and licked at her fangs. She smiled as you stumbled backwards, trying to create space between each other.

She was quick to fill that space. She grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her and placing her other hand on your hip to keep you close.

"Are you scared, little one?"

"Does being a monster damage your brain cells?" You snapped, irritated by her stupid question.

Her hand collided with your cheek; her strong and painful slap made your skin go hot and sting. You tried to pull away from her but she kept her grip tight on your hip.

"Are you scared, little one?" She sternly asked again.

"Yes," You answered honestly.

You were fucking terrified. For many days and nights, she followed and hurt you. You tried going to the police, begging for their help, but who in their right mind would believe that a blood-sucking monster was following you? Her saliva would slowly heal a wound so you didn't even have the bite marks to prove it.

She grinned. She pushed her face into the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply and moaning at the scent of your blood. Her fangs lightly brushed against your skin.

"What do you want from me?" You sniffled, trying to contain your tears.

"You." She replied. "You're mine and I want you."

You shook your head. "You don't own me."

She laughed. "Oh, I think I do."

A sharp pain that was like an uncontrollable fire spread across your neck and chest as she dug her fangs into you. You squirmed in her hold, trying to break away from her but her inhumane grip kept you close.

"No, no."

The pain was unbearable until her venom was pumped into your system. You sighed in relief, slumping in her hold. Vampire venom can be used for many things, sex being one of them. The venom makes a human incredibly sensitive and horny, basically turning your brain to mush.

She pinned you against a tree. One hand held onto your waist whilst the other slipped into your panties and rubbed small circles on your clit.

Your blood filled her mouth and dripped down the sides, staining her shirt. She groaned, her grip tightening on your hips and fingers moving faster.

"Please." You whimpered.

Her laughter was muffled. "You don't even know what you're begging for."

You were overwhelmed with pleasure. The venom made everything feel more intense and powerful, even the slightest touch made you squirm.

"Stop." You weakly pushed against her.

She snarled and dug her fangs further into you. She would only stop when she was finished, not when you were.

"Please...” you beg, giving up on physically fighting back. “I can’t-”

The wicked pairing of blood loss from Wanda’s fangs in your neck with your blinding climax washing over you rendered you limp, and you felt your weight drop as your knees buckled beneath you.

Your thighs clamped around Wanda’s fingers, still steadily rubbing circles on your swollen clit, and your stomach began spasming. The little strength you had left was put towards an involuntary whine, your voice full of air as you arched away from her touch. A wince falls from her bloodied lips into the curve of your ear at your blunt fingernails digging red crescents into her pallor skin.

Just as quickly as it came, though, the pleasure melted from your body, and you were reminded of your achy limbs, exhausted from weaving your body through the woods. The edges of your vision began to fade to black, and your mouth went dry.

"Sleep well, little one."

[zomzomwritingwhileeating]

Quick head canons that have been stuck forever in my brain that I need to get out rq....

*:..｡o○Kyojuro Rengoku Body Head Canons○o｡..:*

For starters, this man is muscle chubby. Like bug boobs chubby.

Man's gotta eat and honestly? I completely agree with em.

He has a bunch of scars around his body, and has no shame in telling others about them.

Will talk your ear off if given the chance

I feel like he used to struggle with body positivity before he got better about it, now the man loves himself

The stronger he is, the better he can give hugs :)

Speaking of, when he gives hugs, he squishes people to his chest and nuzzles the top of their head.

Tiddy hug... Soft.

HE IS A FURNACE.

Perpetually warm, will gladly hold your hand if asked (winter he is a pocket warmer)

Squishy thighs <3

If he wore thigh highs the entire world would come to a stop to stare.

THIS MAN HAS A CHUBBY ISH FACE AND I WILL FIGHT GOD ON THIS.

Also, he has a little bit of freckles and definitely has more of a tan.

[zombiewithaflowercrown]

That’s his karma for refusing to stop following Batman around, he gains his own little horde of stalker children

Tim Drake is the Wayne less interested in children. He will also be the one with a hoard of children following him like ducklings.

Like. That man goes to a children, asks “are you deadly injured? No? K go with your life don’t do crime” and children will be so delighted by that superhero don’t giving a fuck that you will found them everywhere Red Robin needs to be. Like big cats! The less you pet them the more they love you

[gaylittlerichie]

any tips for writing? :^

why am i kicking my feet and giggling that u asked ME lol im flattered! my biggest tip is if ur struggling to write a dialogue heavy scene (which is most of the scenes i do) write it out like a script like this:

also the whole ‘write bad but just write’ rhetoric is IMPERATIVE TO MEEE. i always try to zombiewrite without thinking about it first bc if ur anything like me…even if that shit is Shakespearean it’ll get edited the hell out of later regardless so. might as well get the bare bones on the page bc that’s 80% of the hard work

another thing is always pare down ur descriptions of Emotions and Feelings and focus on random visually interesting stuff instead. let the subtext do all the heavy lifting!!!! + final tip is always have a fun little drink when ur google docing :) i like cherry dr pepper

[bunny-j3st3r]

A short drabble of Kuro/Idate commissioned by @hydrangeamaiden

synopsis: no nsfw, just soft mornings

If you would like to commission me for a short drabble or doodle you can donate what you want to my Ko-fi, link on my profile (as tumblr won’t put linked things in the tag)

It was an unusual morning in the pitch black world, the devil must be in a good mood as the sun streamed through the usual clouded skies making the cold landscape a little warmer then normal.

Kuro felt the warmth of the sun on her back as it peeked through her curtains, she curled her small form up against the larger male sleeping next to her, a small whine parting from her lips, she didn't want to wake yet.

Idate opened one eye before closing them again, his hand reaching over Kuro and rubbing down her back gently before pulling her closer.

She let out a sigh, stretching her body and reaching her arms up and over Idate's shoulders as she pressed into his chest.

Idate kissed the top of her head, hands trailing up her back and into her hair, running his fingers through it. He knew they needed to get up but he didn't want to, not just yet.

He rolled Kuro on to her back, sitting up and over her.

Kuro just let out a small yawn as Idate leaned down, his lips across her cheeks and neck, his hands running down her body and caressing her in the right places.

She giggled a little, she was ticklish when Idate was touching her so gently "I'm up" she muttered with another yawn, looking at Idate with a soft tired smile.

"Hm..." Idate pulled back, pushing a strand of hair out of her eyes "shall we go out for breakfast?"

Kuro closed her eyes before opening one and looking up at him in thought "you're paying..."

[zombiewithaflowercrown]

I love the trope that Bruce collects children and Jason collects parental figures. Like father, like son

Babyyy

Dick: Babs and I are having a baby. Jason: That's gre- Dick, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here

Trying something new hehe

[robynwarnedesigns]

Power outage scribbles I made the other day. Really shaky words done with my left hand. Though I think that made "zombie apocalypse" look like it was written by a zombie! #lettering #Practice #scribbles #quotes #zombiewriting #whattodowhenbored #poweroutage https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzad7XdFCpR/?igshid=1633o66zzylst

[zombiewithaflowercrown]

Now that we’ve had Bruce as Nightwing, we need Tim as Red Hood.

Jason goes offline for a week or two not bothering to tell anyone and comes back to Tim taking another mantle, his goons and his apartment.

[zombiewithaflowercrown]

Oh my gosh, thanks so much for recommending my fic!! <3

painted knuckles

by mossy_antlers

Even the years in Stillwater hadn’t managed to sever the connection that tied her to old, ramshackle streets and jutting structures. There was always enough mistreatment, danger and an empty gnawing in her stomach that felt like home.

or

Old habits are easy to sink into.

Words: 1556, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Mentioned Side Characters - Character

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Character Study, bittersweet feelings of the city you grew up in, Caitlyn is a Sweetheart (League of Legends), Hurt Vi (League of Legends), Post-War, Pit Fighter Vi (League of Legends), pit fighting, Alcohol, not consumed by main characters in this fic, Soft Caitlyn (League of Legends), no beta we die like all of Vi’s family and most of her social circle, Slight injuries, Self Destructive Behaviour, none of these people are okay post war, Vi is in love with Caitlyn (League of Legends)

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[witchesverse]

run, little one, though the pack may follow

pairing: dark!agathario x werewolf!reader

summary: she killed your pack and chased you for six hours. you think you've been saved when you find a cabin, but unfortunately, you've walked right to her doorstep.

content: mentions of killing, wolf hierarchy, kidnapping, collars, muzzles, degradation (mutt, dog), hair/fur pulling, being chained to a wall, shock collars, mean!agathario, death threats, face slapping, noncon, somnophilia.

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masterlist // the shelter masterlist

Six hours ago, your life was ruined. The witch, you have learnt her name to be Agatha, slaughtered your pack before driving you into the forbidden forest - a place no werewolf should enter. You thought your torment would end there, but she hasn’t stopped chasing you.

Your paws slap against the forest floor and your legs weaken with each step. You’re exhausted and need a break, but if you stopped running, she would catch you and kill you. The feeling of hope sparks in your chest; a cabin stands in the distance. You can pretend to act as an injured dog and seek shelter. You scratch against the front door and whine. A few seconds pass before the door is opened, revealing a woman with dark hair. Something about her aura makes you shiver. You give her your biggest puppy dog eyes and whimper, lifting your paw as if it is injured. 

The woman studies you for a moment before scoffing. “Agatha, come get your bitch.”

There is no time to react. Agatha grabs you by the scruff of your neck and pins you to the ground. You growl and twist in Agatha’s hold, desperately trying to escape her grasp. You feel something slip around your neck and click in place.

Did she put a fucking collar on you?

“Do not forget the muzzle. I am not dealing with teeth.” the woman hisses with disgust.

To wear a collar was embarrassing and degrading, but a muzzle was by far worse. You weren’t able to defend yourself with your teeth or assert dominance as easily. Only the lowest wolves in the pack wore a muzzle as punishment. There was no way you could allow yourself to wear a muzzle.

You manage to squirm out of Agatha’s grasp and pull yourself away from her. You stand defensively, teeth bared and eyes narrow. You can’t keep running, it has proven to be futile. 

“Brat,” Agatha pulls something out of her pocket and presses the button.

An unbearable pain pulses through your neck and you collapse to the ground. It feels like you’re continuously being punched really, really hard in the neck. The collar is electric. You try to stand but your muscles feel weak and like jelly. Agatha grins wickedly, taking three steps towards with the muzzle in her hand. The muzzle is black and has a few large holes for your nose and air to pass through. It has two straps on the side which she clips around the black of your head, and one strap going down the middle of your head which clips to the two straps. If you had the energy, you would scratch and snarl at her. To wear a muzzle was pathetic. It showed signs of ownership and submissiveness - she did not own you and you are not an Omega.

"Remember our deal, Agatha." the woman seems disinterested in you, almost like she doesn’t want to keep you.

"You'll be a good pet, won't you, darling?" Agatha purres.

You wish that you were human so you could snap a reply at her.

Your limp body is encased in purple magic, lifting you from the ground. Your body trails behind Agatha and the other witch as they walk inside. The cabin is small. Directly next to the door, there is a worn leather sofa and two empty bookcases. The kitchen is at the end of the cabin, and the wooden dining table is adjacent to it.

The unknown woman takes a seat on the sofa. Agatha continues down a hallway and turns into a room. This room is nearly empty. There is a queen-sized bed in the centre of the room and two cabinets on either side. On the right, there is a large dog bed and a chain connected to the wall. You are placed on the dog bed and Agatha attaches the chain to your ankle. As much as it is degrading, you can’t deny how comfortable it is. 

Agatha crouches, her hand threads through your fur, pulling it to reveal your throat to her. You bare your teeth. “I’ll give you a day or two of grace, but I wouldn’t try that attitude on Rio, sweetheart.”

Rio. That is the name of the other woman.

She releases her grip on your fur and pats the side of your muzzle before standing. “Get some rest,”

If your body didn’t feel like dead weight, you would have launched yourself at her and ripped her throat out. You don’t want to sleep. You don’t want to follow her orders. You want to be free with your pack; they deserve a proper burial. You stifle a cry at the thought of your pack. They are dead, rotting alone, and no doubt being torn apart by wild animals. You are the Alpha; the protector of the pack, yet you failed to protect. You blink back your tears. Crying won’t help, it will only blind you. If you want to take revenge, you need to focus.

You fight sleep for as long as you can, but there is no point. You are exhausted, your body aches, and the bed is so comfortable. You sigh, close your eyes, and let the world go dark.

When you wake, you notice two things. One, you’re human again. Two, your pussy and thighs are sticky. You drag two fingers through your slick; you’re drenched. You swallow, dragging yourself to your knees. It’s dark outside; moonlight is illuminating the room. There is a light breeze coming through the open window, making your naked form shiver. Wait, there’s an open window. An escape.

You stand eagerly and quickly move to the window, completely forgetting about the chain connected to your ankle. You fall to your knees and wince at the loud smack. You glance at the door, expecting one of the witches to walk through, but they don’t. 

“Fuckin’ chains.”

You tug at the chains, hoping they’ll disconnect from the wall. They don’t budge. You don’t even bother trying to take the chain off your ankle; it’s padlocked. You groan, flopping on the dog bed in defeat.

“Gave up already, mutt?”

You snap your head to the door. Rio leans against the door with a mocking smile. She’s wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. As she walks towards you, you back into the wall. She crouches, reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear. Forgetting about the muzzle, you try to bite her. Her mocking smile drops and she pulls you by your collar.

“Don’t try that shit on me, mutt. Or I’ll make you wish that Agatha killed you with the rest of your pack.” she snarled.

“Fuck you.”

Her hand collides with your face. The slap is hard and brings tears to your eyes. She pushes you onto your back and keeps your thighs spread. One finger drags through your pussy, making her laugh.

“Agatha treated you well. Too bad, you weren’t awake for it.”

The look of confusion on your face makes her laugh harder.

“Dogs have never been that smart, have they?”

You hate being called a dog or a mutt, unfortunately, Rio seems to enjoy it. You hate everything about this. Never in your life have you been in such a vulnerable position or had someone have so much control over you.

“Why?” you croak as her hands glide over your stomach and tits.

“Why not?”

“Leave her alone, Rio.��� 

With a smile, Rio shuffles back from you. She’s still close enough to touch you but you’re grateful she gave you space. It’s pathetic how terrified you know you look. You have pushed yourself against the wall, trying to create as much space from them as possible.

“You’re scaring her before it’s meant to get scary, my love.” Agatha tsks, kissing the top of Rio’s head.

“It’s not my fault that she’s a scaredy cat.”

You growl. A scaredy cat? Seriously?

“I’ll kill you both.” you promise. “I’ll make your death slow, painful, and horrible. Nobody gets to harm my pack and walk away from it.”

They laugh hard, especially Rio. You scowl. People are meant to cower under your threats, not laugh.

Agatha sighs. “We better get your training started then, shall we?"

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[zomzomwritingwhileeating]

Sorry for being so dead!! Lol get it??, my health hasn't been too good and I was hit with MASSIVE writers block still have it :( .

Regardless, I am slightly better now!

*:..｡o○Tengen Uzui General HC's○o｡..:*

For absolute starters, this man fucking LOVES HIP DIPS. GOES FERAL

He is that one tik tok audio screaming about hip dips

I think he has a preference for more chubby partners, likes a little squish to them and most certainly has no shame in expressing his love for them.

Oh my god this man absolutely has a full skincare routine that he sticks with to a T, making a point to do it every night.

He will drag you into it, has no problem with just picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom while the wives watch with a laugh and follow behind with matching smiles.

Tengen is the type of man to pamper his lovers, likes to dress them up in pretty clothes and shiny jewelry. He especially likes to get in his lovers lap, make-up brush in hand and scolds you if you start squirming.

"Sit still! It's just a brush, you'll smudge the eyeshadow!"

You can't help but squirm, feeling the pointy bristles near your eye just freaks you out! You trust Tengen, a lot, but seriously it feels like it's so close to just stabbing yo-

Tengen grabs your face with an annoyed huff, his hand holding you firmly in place with his eyebrows furrowed and the command slipping from his lips with a slight growl.

"Stay still. "

Tengen also has the tendency to grab in his sleep. The man treats his wives and lovers like a giant teddy bear, clinging and NOT letting go.

You've been late to work more than once.

This man loves to pamper, I said it before and I'll say it again. If he even smells a bad mood he's on you like a rabid dog.

While not Rengoku levels of emotional comfort, he's much more of a fix it type.

If you have a depression spiral? He's dragging you out of bed and making you help with chores, distracting you constantly from your thoughts. He's helping you bathe and brushing out your hair, making you meals (that are burnt from his attempts before Hina takes over) .

The wives of course help, loving you just as much as Tengen and putting just as much effort into caring for you.

Mostly Hina, but Suma and Makio make efforts too! They give great cuddles, and hugs, and love to gossip with you!

Anyways, I'm absolutely down horrendous for the Uzui's.

[laserbarcelona]

📽Diario Vice - Grafiteros de trenes 💥 Nuestros cimientos se crearon con el graffiti y eso nunca cambiará 👊🏻Rondaba el año 99 cuando me tope por primera vez con el hip-hop, y desde entonces todo lo que tengo se lo debo a esa cultura, la música el arte y expresión que manifiesta, no creo que haya existido nada igual. Por cierto no dudes en escribirnos por DM (anónimo de la derecha) que te daremos un Care package 😊 #zombiewriters #laserbcn #diyattitude #weneversleep #laserbarcelona #graffiti #gettingup #real #vandalism #trainspotting (en Barcelona, Spain)

[4everfinalgirl]

The Devil's Rejects

The Devil’s Rejects

If I wasn’t already a Rob Zombie fan, I would be now. I really like The Devil’s Rejects, a gritty and grungy follow up to House of 1000 Corpses. I LOVED the soundtrack to this movie. He made perfect song choices with the scenes. Released: July 22, 2005Director: Rob ZombieWriter: Rob ZombieRuntime: 1 hr 47 minsActors: Sid Haig, Sheri Moon Zombie, Bill Moseley The movie starts off about 7 months…

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This was a contribution from one of our visitors. Thanks, Gary! He built his own mini camper. Here are the details that he sent me. Custom Mini Camper It was a 4 x 8 Harbor Freight trailer that was…

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