🥀 Timothy McGlenn 🥀
friendly neighborhood zombie wannabe cowboy for @gerbithats’s bo!!
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Tim’s never actually been very lucky. In fact, you might say he’s a bit of a magnet for strange and generally unfortunate happenings. On his 28th birthday, Tim went riding with his horse, Lucky (who still hasn’t been found since the incident), fell into a stream, broke his ankle, and washed up in some random person’s backyard. As it was Tim’s birthday, this random person offered him some pie... which Tim proceeded to choke on. As this random person had no first aid training, or a phone, and lived out in the middle of nowhere, Tim unfortunately died in their living room. The poor lad.
Tim was buried on his estate, but, some three weeks later, his tombstone was struck by lightning... Strange. Even more strange, Tim was suddenly jolted back to life and forced to climb out of his own grave. The poor lad.
Being unable to return home for... obvious. reasons. Tim decided to start his own farm in the hopes of continuing his dream of being a rancher i mean a cowboy imean being a farmer.. Of course, being the only zombie farmer for miles meant that other zombies (which Tim had somehow never noticed while he was alive) took to squatting. Everywhere. Bastards even tried to eat his plants! Tim now has to frequently chase them away with a pitchfork. Also, sometimes his own limbs. And! He still can’t find Lucky. The. poor. lad.
Other than that though, Tim’s life afterlife is pretty okay! Uh, you know, excluding his occasionally uncooperative appendages and hankering for human life force..
other useless information :D
clumsy + loves the outdoors + gloomy >> freelance botanist!
he’s 29 now.. or at least he’s pretty sure he is
is very much aware that he DOES NOT look his age.. protests the idea he doesn’t act his age
6 foot (tol boy), but he’s almost certain he lost an inch or two in the grave
no. he doesn’t eat brains. he thinks that’s gross. but uh. he definitely prefers blood over bran flakes
yes that cowboy vine is his favorite
he’s handy with a needle and thread, as is necessary considering his condition
dammit is his favorite word
owns a small department store’s worth of flannel
sometimes gets really upset that he’s dead..
is currently in the market for an undead pet (bc Lucky abandoned his ass)
he talks to plants. no really. like they talk to him back, it’s a whole thing. Freddy the Fern is literally his best friend.
the “farm” is actually a tiny shithole bc a bunch of dead people hang around and Tim can’t exactly move very quickly or efficiently, but he doesn’t wanna hire anyone bc he’s lowkey a control freak and... ya
still hasn’t contacted his family bc he’s worried about what they’ll do/say
really misses his little sister Franny
he desperately needs glasses but won’t get any bc he’s afraid they’ll make him look like a dork
he stole the hat from one of the zombie squatters while they were asleep
has a secret ammunition cache in his barn in case the squatters raise an army
doesn’t mind sleeping all day, he’s always preferred the moon and the stars
also he’s hella lonely and just wants to stare at the moon with someone dammit!
that’s tim! yes, he was the product of a fever dream :D
bonus! tim as a (slightly terrified) human:
anyway hope you like the poor lad!