#wanda zombies

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

okay i gave some of the zombies characters full names because too many of them don't have them (thought process in the reblogs):

bonzo: bonzo mortez-zambi

nova: dayna bright

victor: victor tenestro

vera: vera rajani

ray: dillon ray ignacio

vargas: vargas rousseau

lacey: jenni flores

stacey: fiona lovelace

jacey: kevin rigano

tracey: joel trinh

dae: dae-in mah

wanda: wanda ruffin

coach: michael jackson

principal lee: katya "kathy" lee

commander bright: dak bright

eldress: vivian hemingway

[messedupfan]

Wanda vs Zombie

Alright y'all one last poll!! With the amount of options that we have at our disposal, I'm curious what kind of person Y/n should be.

What is Y/n?

Witch

Wizard

Superhuman

Mutant

Human

Voting ended onSep 26, 2024

[kangaracha]

THE GONE AND THE GATHERED part 2

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An alarm shatters the quiet whispers of dawn, splitting the air of Zombietown into two.

Wanda wakes immediately upon its activation, despite her aching body and the short hours of sleep she’d managed to steal between stumbling home and the rise of the sun, blurry eyes opening to a half-lit room and Olena crouched in the corner, her hands over her ears. A groan she can’t hear escapes her, the rattle of it passing through her throat the only indication that she’s made any noise at all. Olena doesn’t hear it either, her eyes fixed on the floor and her face pale with fear.

Someone tugs at Wanda’s blankets, ripping them away and letting them pool at the foot of the bed. Maya, her face pinched with unease and her eyes as cold as iron as they glare at her. “Census,” she says over the top of the alarm, and waits until Wanda hauls herself up into a sitting position before she turns to pull Olena up from the floor.

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[kangaracha]

prompt: you know i never forgot

You can read it here

this prompt was sent on november 11th, 2020 so like i think you don't even remember sending it but here's the stupid fic i've been talking about for the past three months. it's still a quarter done at 15k. lets not talk about it anymore.

[kangaracha]

ALL THE THINGS LEFT UNSAID part 1; that should have never been your road

co-written by @keepswingin and @rainfallingfromthesky

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They don’t have time to run.

One second they’re staring at a stretch of highway that seems to lead to nowhere, Willa rolling her eyes when Wyatt says he wants to see the gas station and snag a couple of snacks to surprise the pups with, and the next they’re surrounded by men far quieter than any ordinary humans.

She’s on the ground before she can react, a heavy boot pressing into her back, pinning her there. Pain arcs through her spine, and she can’t even take a breath before Wyatt is slammed into the ground too, right in front of her.

Her gut tells her something’s wrong when the first thing the group of men does is something they shouldn’t.

A younger hunter, with blue eyes and a blonde beard, crouches in front of Wyatt and rips his moonstone from his neck, smiling wickedly before returning to his full height and passing the necklace off to someone beside him. Willa tries to move her head to see the others, to turn or tilt it, but the man jabs the steel toe of his shoe into the space between her shoulder blades, and she winces and turns back to her brother.

Wyatt’s eyes are panicked, locked to hers. She holds her gaze steady, trying her best to remind him that they’re okay, they’ll be all right. She wants to tell him they’re going to fight - because they always fight, right to the end - but there’s some muttering from above them and in the next second, he’s gone from her sight. Her stomach twists, and she almost calls for him, but swallows the words before they can erupt from her mouth. Show no fear, show no fear, show no—

“Up,” a voice behind her snaps, and then she’s hoisted to her feet and turned towards the group surrounding them.

Her stomach drops.

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[kangaracha]

AND THE CHASM GROWS

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He is running.

His eyes are bright, filled with the first light of the day, and his chest is full of the sharp air of a cold morning, his feet pounding at the ground. Dappled sunlight falls through the trees, roots and rocks and fallen branches dodging around his feet as he climbs the mountain, higher and higher, just as the den tunnels deeper and deeper somewhere under his feet.

He reaches the summit red-faced and gasping for breath, his legs unsteady beneath him and burning with a fire that will later turn to an ache. His sister hangs upside down from a low branch of a nearby tree, taunting him with the wild, toothy grin she knows he hates. “You’re too slow,” she laughs, her hair swaying in the wind like a long lock of hanging moss, face slowly turning red as the blood rushes to her head.

“Willa!” their father scolds, emerging from the trees, and tugs sharply at a strand of her hair.

“What?” she whines in reply, arrogant and fiendish. “It’s true! He’s the slowest out of everyone – Watcher says he’ll never be fast enough to pass the trial-”

“And everything Watcher says comes true, does it, pup?” their father asks pointedly. Willa’s face darkens. “You’re brother and sister. You should be helping each other, not turning against-”

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[kangaracha]

IF ONLY WE KNEW (THE THINGS WE KNOW)

It’s cold and it’s dark, and the streets of Seabrook are damp with the runoff of melting snow.

It’s early in the morning, the weak rays of sunlight just barely fighting their way through the thick clouds that hang low in the sky. The grey weather, the press of the storm above and the wild whip of the wind, makes Wyatt restless, but he forces himself to walk slowly along the sidewalk, hands shoved in his pockets and head bowed against the grey light of dawn.

It’s late, for him, and he is tired – he should be home, in the den, lazing around or arguing with Willa or watching the pups playfighting – but instead he is here, in a forbidden place, trying not to stare at the strange things surrounding him.

Will would kill him if she knew he was here. Hunting, he’d told her when he’d left, just as the sun was going down. Might stay out a day. She’d accepted it on face value – and he had meant it at the time. He’d only meant to come to the edge of town, just close enough to have a look and then back out into the woods to fulfil his promise to the pups of fresh meat, but something had pulled him closer, had pulled and pulled until he was almost at the very heart of town.

This is where he sees her, in these frozen streets where he doesn’t belong. He’s walking in the vague direction of the sea, and she is headed towards the big archway behind him that reads Zombietown. They meet in the middle, so close that their arms brush as they pass.

Wyatt jumps sideways, heart leaping into his throat – he’d been so preoccupied, so distracted by the strange things all around him, that he hadn’t heard or seen or smelt her coming.

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[kangaracha]

Oh and the gone and the gathered 👀

“Olena,” she whispers, reaching out with blistered fingers to take the wolf’s hands. Her claws are dull and splintered at the ends, her wrists burned with the imprint of cuffs made from something more than just iron. “Are you okay?”

Olena’s gaze rises from the floor, eyes of a strange, endless blue staring straight through her. “In a storm, you disappeared,” she croaks in a voice that is hoarse from little use. “In a storm, you shall return.”

Wanda freezes, her grip tightening imperceptibly on Olena’s hands. It’s only when the other girl tries to pull away, crying out in pain, that she jumps back to life, releasing her like she has been burnt.

“How do you know that?” she asks, and she tries to be gentle, to not demand the information, but the way Olena recoils at the sound of her voice says that she does not succeed. “Who told you that?”

Olena shakes her head, pressing herself tighter into the corner. “I see it,” she rasps, a finger tapping urgently at her forehead.

Wanda sits back on her heels and forces a breath into her lungs. Plants her hands on the ground where they can’t be perceived as reaching out to do harm. “You’re a trueseer,” she breathes, barely brave enough to say it out loud.