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“There are far worse things awaiting man than death.” – Film “Dracula” (1931)

People as monsters and trans ppl as zombies that can swamp their body parts for others. And if they’re trans in the ‘want to be human’ kind of way, they can pay scientists to bring them back to life and these experiments are their sex change surgeries.

If there’s one thing you need to know about me is that I LOVE zombies

A lot of media with zombies will be a hit with me because it’s not about the zombies it’s about what people do with the trope

LIKE at this point it’s not about the damn zombies, they’re a plot device to help you deepen your characters and people can do that in such an interesting way in apocalypse stories

ALSO THE WAY THE ZOMBIES ARE CHANGED IN EVERY STORY I LOVE THAT I JUST LOVE WHEN PEOPLE HAVE FUN WITH IT THAT WAY !!!

I don’t watch enough zombie apocalypse media even though I love it😔

any good recommendations will be really appreciated too:))

Story Idea no 1: Contaminated

Harry Potter x Zombies

Well it’s been 3 years after the war. Most warriors become auror or just works at the ministry. Me, and the weasley twins become quidditch players in Puddlemere United quidditch team (me as a chaser, the twins as beater as usual).

Our lives couldn’t have been more better after the war. I mean, i just saved fred-fkin-weasley from death. Like, imagine if i didn’t save him at the first place (*cough* jk rowling *cough*). One day, Kingsley Shacklebolt aka our new minister of magic suddenly called us (the golden trio, silver trio, me and the twins) and tell us that there’s been a freakin Zombie attack on the muggle world! And that the zombies at trying to get through our world too. After long lectures of “what the hell is a mo’ freakin zombie” lectured by me and Hermione, we get ready.

We’re not just gonna use wands, we’re also gonna use muggle weapons, such as: gun, knife, sword (yes, Kingsley succeeded to Convince us to use a sword) , and bunch other stuff. While the ministry is spreading warning through daily prophet, we got down to muggle world and, oh boy.

It’s turning into a freakin apocalypse now!

Kingsley told us about how there’s zombies around because a stupid company has spilled dangerous chemicals and contamining some water sources and people at the company too. When the people contaminated with these chemicals, their cell brains got destroyed and leave them to behave like animals. specifically, cannibals. They become crazy and sht and people that they bite or tear will become zombies too.

And then we basically just got inside a freakin war zone. And you wanna ask which one’s worse; this apocalypse or battle of Hogwarts? I think you already know the answer. – yea i just watched ‘freakish’ (its a tv show on hulu ft Liza Koshy fyi) and i was inspired so i make this story idea ehe -lily

ZomBiEssszz

Horror transformation, I turned me and my sister into Zombies, spoopy

No, you thought. It couldn't possibly be for such a stupid, innocuous reason.

You had studied, for years and years. You had heard every single theory there was to be had, from the most complicated of conspiracies to sometimes the world simply being like that. One line of chaos after another, looping infinitely upon itself, spirally towards its own self destruction. The oroubouros of life, a snake eating its own tail.

But no. No. Years of your life, dedicated, practically WASTED for a simple innocuous answer.

The common denominator, that aligned with the undead hordes. Every single one, every one that struck out and stuck together in shambling groups of viscera and horror, had one thing in common.

OR6A2, an appropriately scientific sounding name for something that influenced both the creation and the behavior of the undead. But OR6A2 was a smell receptor gene. Again, not something that was out of the realm of common thought. Some people bathed religiously in an attempt to keep the hordes away.

It only sometimes worked.

But no. What OR6A2 was commonly known for, what oh so COMMONLY happened with it, was that it was responsible for cilantro tasting like soap to some people.

That was it. The stupid, INSIGNIFICANT commonality, was smell receptors telling zombies that some people tasted bad. Did some humans taste like cilantro? Or soap? Were the hygiene fanatics onto something?

But no, it didn't work. Obviously people had to taste different, that was the commonality. Were people with sensitive OR6A2 genetically predisposed to become zombies? Was it a matter of preference to taste, did people with OR6A2 taste good? Did others taste like cilantro?

WHY WOULD PEOPLE TASTE LIKE CILANTRO??!!

Your head hits the table in front of you with an unfourtanetly unsatisfying thud.

One question down, you think ruefully, a thousand more to go.

Fuck.

A zombie apocalypse plagues the planet. Strangely the zombies seem to attack some people and leave others alone. You’re part of a team of scientists and soldiers who discover why.

Scare School - Chapter One (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/wNoV7sU3PA

Ralphael Diablo, or Ralph as he preferred to be called, is a lazy little devil of a demon and his parents are sick of his behavior. So what do they do? They send him packing to a far away boarding school on the mortal plane away from his home in Hell and away from everything his ever known. Of course, Ralph is not a happy about it and more than out his comfort zone in a school full of unknown monsters and being constantly mistaken for a gargoyle is no trip either. Could things get any worse for him? Well, his vampire of a bully certainly doesn't help. Oh, and did I mention that Ralph completely has the hots for him? - This fic is inspired by the TV program 'Casper's Scare School'.

"Ugly Love"

based on a dream I had about body-swapping zombie boyfriends

My Etsy: LINK / My Ko-Fi: LINK

National Better Breakfast Day & The Last of Us Day

Person A is a survivor of the zombie apocalypse living in a very backwater region of the their country, where their ancestors were practicing cannibalism just a few generations back, and Person A has quite a few “old family recipes” they never thought they’d ever use, and even went away to college to avoid the issues of their hometown. But when society crumbled while they were visiting family on vacation, they learn and witness their relatives killing, cooking, and eating zombies without any ill side effects. The local doctor of the town, Person B, explain that preparing zombies meat for eating is similar in prep to eating venomous snakes (which Person A’s relatives are capable of cooking). With Person B working with them to ensure food safety regulations are kept, Person A decides to open a diner at the edge of their town, for other survivors to visit, to get rid of the excess zombie meat their hometown survivor group has hunted.

some excerpts from the zombie story I’ve been way too obsessed with writing

basically the local highschool‘s football-team accidentally turn themselves into a bunch of zombies and it’s up to B, the protagonist, and his friends (plus a depressed gas-station-attendant they run into on the way) to save their curious little town from descending into chaos :P

not quite a full drawing but have this toothy little guy

I'll make some real art later

Could I get more Zed with chompers please? Cuz the shark teeth look so good on him 🤭

Mayhaps....

Heh... 😼

chat I predicted the future

I think I win

duuude

Could I get more Zed with chompers please? Cuz the shark teeth look so good on him 🤭

Mayhaps....

Heh... 😼

I thought it would be funny if traditional kisses for zombies were just biting, kinda like how dogs show affection by licking people. The humans don't get it. Thought of this in the shower

I love me some dead teenage jocks

Happy Valentine's Day!! ❤️💕💋

Ft. this Disney Zombies fanart because I'm brainrotted :)))))))))

this show's funny idgaf

Stupid Z-band

Zed Necrodopolis X fem reader

Warnings: Smut, feral zed, breeding kink (basically), creampie, unprotected sex, this is just filth and me living out my feral zed moment.

Summary: Zed keeps tampering with his z-band in order to win the football games so him and the rest of the zombies can be accepted into Seabrook. His z-band malfunctions unexpectedly after he wins yet another game, but this time, it isn't a frenzy for human brains, it's a frenzy for you.

Seabrook High School erupted in cheers as Zed, once again, won another football game. He had tampered with his z-band to do so, but he didn't think it was a big deal— even though his arm felt like it was going to burn off any moment. You were cheering proudly along the rest of the cheerleaders— for Zed.

  Bucky shot you dirty looks, as a way to tell you not to cheer for zed— but as always, you dismissed them. Zed was your boyfriend after all... although, no one else in Seabrook High knew that. It was still too dangerous to out your relationship, since most humans still hadn't really came to terms with accepting Zombies.

  You wanted to run up and kiss Zed, but ultimately knew that wasn't the best thing to do in front of all of Seabrook. As the minutes passed by and it became later, more people left the football field. The cheerleaders were the only people left on the field, putting your stuff in your duffle bag you watched as the rest of the cheer team eventually scattered off, leaving you alone.

  Meanwhile, Zed was in the locker rooms. He threw his helmet on the bench as he panted, his face and jersey were covered in dirt and sweat, as well as his green hair, which was messily stuck to his forehead, his pale skin sticky and hot.

  Zed wanted nothing more than to take off the clad football jersey, until his wrist started burning and his Z-band started beeping red, the bold words 'OFFLINE' flashed across the small screen of the band.

  Zeds veins immediately darkened and trailed up his arms, all the way to his face. He grew paler, and the veins in his face grew darker. His fists clenched in an effort to control himself as he started to pant, though a light growl erupted from his zombie and he quickly realized this was more than a frenzy.

  He felt hot and.... aroused...

  Zeds 'game' pants felt unbelievably tight and restricted, he needed you. So, he rushed out of the locker rooms and went to the last place he saw you, the football field. Which, was completely empty now... not like his zombie cared in the moment, he would take you in front all of Seabrook in this state.

  You were bent over slightly, zipping up your cheer bag when you heard feet to grass movement and a noise between a growl and a pant. You turned around and were immediately met with Zed, you smiled before you noticed the state he was in "Zed! I'm so proud- hey, are you okay?" You asked, your face twisting with worry and concern. Zed would've melted from how sweet you sounded, but right now he couldn't control this frenzy.

  When you were in his reach, he grabbed you, yanking you with him to the middle of the football field. You let out a yelp in surprise "Zed, what are you doing?" You gasped, your voice was small and meek, and for some reason that turned on his zombie more. He said nothing, he couldn't say anything but let out a series of strained growls as his chest heaved up and down from panting; it was as if he was in heat and your eyes widened when you notice the strain in his pants.

  One of his hands went to the back of your neck, wrapping his hands around your hair, in an attempt to expose your neck to him. When he realized that wasn't enough, he yanked your head back with the hand wrapped in your hair, not hard enough to hurt you but enough to make you squeak out a moan.

  Zed hurried his face into your neck, sucking and kissing at every spot he could, smelling your sweat vanilla perfume which caused the veins in his hands and face to grow darker. He nipped at your neck, not enough to actually bite you, but enough to mark you. Your hands gripped onto his chest as a way to steady yourself, and your touch set him off, he growled as he threw you on the grass of the football field, not wasting a second before he climbed on top of you.

  You weren't scared, you and Zed had done this many times but not when he was like this. He was feral and didn't give you a moment to breathe, but when he ripped your cheer top in half— exposing your bare chest, you finally remembered where you both were "wait, Zed what if we get-" You gasped, but were quickly cut off when he kissed and nipped at your boobs, forcing your thighs open with one hand and sitting him self in between them.

  You were panting now, looking at your zombie boyfriend as your hands went to touch him, but again, his zombie growled as you touched him, bringing him back to the main thing he needed you for. Zed loved you, and he was always so sweet during sex, he was almost never rough, but you couldn't help how soaked you were from this whole situation.

  Zed didn't even bother to take off your cheer skirt, he only ripped the center of it and your underwear in one clean tear, you gasped when you felt him lifting your skirt up so it bunched up on your hips, you were exposed to him and his face now rested in between your thighs. Everything happened so fast you barely had time to adjust to his mouth attaching to your clit. Your eyes rolled back and your hips jolted in surprise, you managed to rest on your elbows to look at him, his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist so that his hands rested on your stomach, you looked at his arms and moaned at the sight of his dark purple veins throbbing. Your eyes moved up to his face and before you could get a good look at his face he forced you back down with one of his hands that rested on your stomach.

  Zed ate you as if you were his last meal, his tongue circling your clit so effortlessly and his mouth slurping up your juices. The sounds were lewd and filthy, but it only seemed to turn his zombie on more. He ate you out as if it was for his pleasure, not staying long enough for you to cum. His zombie didn't know whether or not he wanted you like this or on all fours, and he growled impatiently as he finally decided to flip you. His zombie strength allowed him to flip you over with ease so that you were on all fours.

  You whined softly at the quick movement and turned back to look at him, your eyes widened once you realized his pale cock was now exposed, it seemed as if he was even bigger now that he 'zombied out'. He wasn't just bigger or paler, but the veins in his cock had grew darker as well and you moaned softly at the sight, but were quickly cut off when his hands grasped your hips and he forced your ass closer to him.

  Zed ran his cock back and forth between your folds, collecting your wetness just enough for him to slide into your pussy, but he didn't just go halfway in, he completely bottomed out and you let out a noise between a moan and a yelp as the tip of his cock reached the spot inside of you that made your toes curl.

  "Oh my god- Zed" You babbled out, head falling against the grass. He didn't allow you any time to adjust, but you were so soaked that the stretch didn't hurt. His zombie growled at your already fucked out tone, gripping your hips harshly as he set an unforgiving pace. The tip of his cock reached your sweet spot with every harsh thrust he gave you, you were so drunk on his cock that you didn't even care that you were in the middle of the football field.

  Zed was unable to say anything, only grunts and growls came from his lips while he panted and fucked you harshly. He couldn't stop, with each thrust he grew more animalistic and feral. His zombie wouldn't stop until he had you cumming on his cock and until he was spilling into you. The thought of him finally filling you up made his nails dig harder into your hips and his pace speed up.

  The side of your face was forced into the grass when he leaned over and pressed your head into it. Your mouth fell open as a series of moans fell past your lips. You cried out his name as he snapped his hips against yours, and you felt the coil in your lower stomach when the tip of his cock hit that place inside of you with each thrust. The hand that was on your head, which happened to be the one he had his z-band on, went to the side of you as he used his other hand to keep your hips in place.

  One of your hands gripped onto the arm he placed beside you, clawing at his arm for dear life as he fucked your brains out. Zed growled but didn't remove his arm from you, instead he fucked you even harder as he felt his release near. The need to cum inside of your pussy overwhelmed him and his zombie wasn't going to give out until he filled you up. He was so deep inside of you that you could've sworn you felt him in your stomach, and that thought alone made you cum. You cried out as your cum splashed against his cock, making him thrust even easier than before.

  Zed panted harder as his zombie kept him going, he wasn't tired by any means, but he needed to cum. So when you clenched around his cock from being so overstimulated he growled and finally spilled his cum deep inside you. You let out a gasp and your hand kept its hold on his hand that was on the ground next to your head, you whined as he didn't stop cumming. His hips had slowed and his cum dripped out of you while he was still inside of you. Your hand clawed at his z-band by accident, causing it to beep and turn green, the words 'ONLINE' finally popped up on the small screen.

  Zeds veins slowly returned to normal, but he was extremely tired and his whole body ached. He was still panting, but once his vision cleared and he noticed how fucked out you looked, he slowly pulled out of you, his cum leaking out of your pussy almost immediately and you whined. "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry baby" he repeated constantly, despite the hurt his body felt from his zombie taking over for so long.

  You let out a whine in response, not able to move and he quickly realized and lifted you up and into his lap after he put his pants back on. He covered your bare chest with the ripped cheer top and pulled your cheer skirt back down as his hand cleaned off your cheek and hair which was covered in grass. Despite how sore you already started to feel, you noticed the harsh color of red on his wrist, around his z-band. "Zed... that was amazing, but you've got to stop tampering with your z-band" You managed to say, your voice weak from all the moaning and crying out you did.

  Zed cracked a small smile when you confirmed that you were okay and you enjoyed it and he sighed when you mentioned him tampering with the z-band "I know.... Just... I have to win one last game and then I'll stop" He reassured you, and you hated the fact that he had to hurt himself just to be accepted into Seabrook. You nodded softly, "promise?" You said softly, looking into his brown eyes and he gently kissed your lips "I promise..."