A whole ass canon divergent comic for @wolfythewitch ‘s zombie au because the brain worms got really quick with this one :)

Something something Wilbur’s dna is the cure (got inspired by the bite back cure, like contact between blood and saliva would be enough to infect you with the not-being-a-zombie virus).

Something something survivor’s guilt and it’s only a matter of time before Will tries to handle things in the worst way possible, so they get the help of some doctor (wink) and do like a desperate blood transfusion or something.

Something something it works and Phil has the anime bandages (later turning into a pirate eye patch) and also 2 more children.

happy. birdthday. get it. get. uh

anyways

“I’ll keep you safe. Try hard to concentrate. Hold out your hand, can you feel the weight of it?” - I’ll Keep You Safe, Sleeping at Last

“When we grew up, our shadows grew too — but they’re just old ghosts that we grow attached too. The tragic flaw is that they hide the truth.” - You Are Enough, Sleeping at Last

I just accidentally inhaled fire noodle sauce powder and I’m sobbing curled up in fetal position on the ground as I am typing this through tears gehagrhshahHahahah I love tumblr hagahahaagahah

This is @wolfythewitch au if you didn’t know yahaha!!!

How did Wilbur react to accidentally killing someone?

I’m totally not writing a fic about this-

Well the first thing he did was run

Took Phil's hand and ran and ran until his legs gave out and he couldn't run any longer

And then I think for a while he just. Did nothing. Didn't eat, didn't sleep, didn't speak. It was like he was a zombie himself. That night was the first time Phil had hugged him since getting bitten, and they stayed like that for many hours, Phil with his hands clumsily wrapped around him and Wilbur with his eyes staring forward into nothing.

It's almost inevitable that he would fall ill soon after, and even then, he barely did anything. Soon, he barely breathed at all. One of the last things he remembers before passing out is Phil finally uncurling his arms off of him, slowly limping away and leaving him behind.

He doesn't know who saves him, or how. Who poured water into his mouth, gave him medicine, kept him by a fire. All he knows is when his mind finally clears enough to wake up, he finds himself in an empty broken office, alone with a water bottle beside him and a small pill to take. He spends a few terrified minutes looking for Phil, before finding him peeking out of a nearby room, as if he has been hiding there. There's a small medicine back wrapped to his chest, filled with various medicine and first aid materials, taped securely to him. Whoever did it was long gone by now

His dad's groaning behind the door and Wilbur- Wilbur feels like he's dying. Choking on whatever air there is behind his tears, and the burn of his throat from begging whatever being was out there to stop- to stop that. Wilbur feels like he's the one dying, leaning against the door that led to his father, wondering if the pounding in his head is the echoes from trying to get to where his dad was or from dying.

But he's not the one dying. Wilbur isn't the one dying. He should be, though. He should've been the one, to- to do what his dad did for him.

It would've been worth it.

The burn of lack of oxygen and dizziness and pounding that he cant tell is from his heart or his head makes Wilbur think he'd rather be dead. It'd be a waste, though, wouldn't it? But it wouldn't. He's nothing.

His dad threw away his life for nothing.

What a joke.

What. a fucking. joke.

a little smthn for @wolfythewitch's zombie au

@wolfythewitch

I felt inspired by Wolfy’s zombie au and wrote a little something!

Thank you to @tack-tick for proofreading!!

When Phil woke up, he hears the sound of heavy breathing and feels the cold plastic of an oxygen mask strapped to his face.

Heavily breathing in and out, Phil slowly cranes his eyes to look around the room, they feel heavy with a tired pressure behind them. Lightly groaning, Phil wracks his brain to try and remember what happened to only come back with blurriness— the only thing he remembers was getting Wil home and trying to protect him from a horde until—

Oh. He was bit.

Phil’s chest grows tight and his heart starts beating lightly and fast; trying to force himself up, he sees his arms shaking, scarred and skeletal and Phil falls back in a horrified daze. “Woah, easy there. You just woke up, your body isn’t up to speed yet,” He exhales and stares at a man standing above him with a blurry vision.

Narrowing his eyes, Phil can see he’s wearing glasses with a shirt and a torn red jumper (that reminds him too much of Wilbur’s) with a white coat that’s yellowed over time; he additionally is holding a clipboard and a pencil, jotting something down. “And to also mention the malnourishment, you’ll need to rest for a while, Phil.” The man says, writing down on his clipboard again. He reminds Phil of a one of those nerds when he was in high school.

Phil coughs and splutters, his throat too dry and cracked for talking, the man above him helps him take his mask off and hands him a paper cup with water inside. “It’s clean water, keep a firm grip on it.” He grabs the cup off the man, his hand shakes lightly. He slowly sits up with the man helping him; moving the water to his mouth and taking a much needed sip, letting the cold water slide down his throat. Phil coughs slightly before staring at the man who’s writing in his clipboard again. “Where am I?”

“Boatem.”

“Boat- what?”

“Boatem, it’s a small hospital. You’re in the patients wing.”

Phil slowly blinks. “…Right,” He takes another sip of water. “My son—“

“Wilbur is safe, he’s here with Impulse and Scar. However, your wife is out at the moment.” The man smiles, tight and nervous, it eases Phil but unnerves him also. “Let me see Wil,”

The man nods. “Alright, I’ll go and fetch him for you now.”

“Wait,” The man stops in his tracks, holding the door nob. “I never asked you for your name,” Phil says.

The man opens the door and turns to Phil with a smile. “It’s Grian,”

Phil smiles back and Grian shuts the door with a quiet click. Finishing his water, he looks around the room, noting the machinery and IV bags hooked up with various wires; he can barely read the names on the bags.

“Dad!” A mess of brown curls lightly bump into his chest and Phil almost falls back with an ‘oomph’. “I’ve missed you so much,” The curls part away and shows Phil a sobbing Wilbur, his cheeks wet with tears and his eyes still full of life, but full of fear and relief. Feeling his own eyes welling up with tears, he lets the cup fall to the floor and wraps his arms around Wilbur’s back. “Shhh. I’m here now, Wil, it’s alright.”

just a bag of chips, nothing sinister here @wolfythewitch

I just have been seeing zombie au made by @wolfythewitch drawings all over my Twitter timeline. So i decided to join the hoard and sketch something out. Ughh Wilbur was a pain to draw but i am happy with Phil at least. This was a great chance to draw something a bit spookier. And yes Phil is confused about this human.

I was thinking because I have a very morbid brain, what if Tommy gets bitten and either because he's a kid it spreads faster or slower and they find that out because maybe Phil can sense it since he's a zombie idk it's 6am and I haven't slept

Well, I’ve known about this AU for a solid 6 days so it’s about time that I get on my zombie AU Mumza cosplay. Currently making her gun for it now. First time making a weapon, wish me luck.

(I’ve owned Tumblr for all of 4 days just so I could keep up with this AU please cut me some slack)

Mmmm thinking about zombies again... :]

ough i am thinking about the fallout au again

flowers :)

IDK WHY WOLFY SAYING ‘TOMMY PUTTING FLOWERS IN PHILS HAIR’ TRANSLATED TO ‘TRY TO MAKE A COMIC PAGE THING AT 1AM’ IN MY HEAD BUT UH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH STILL this was gonna just be a cooldown after art progress today but i ended up making it Somewhat Big

@wolfythewitch ‘s zombie au as always >:)

so I didn’t go to bed, instead I finished my refs for @wolfythewitch’s zombie au

these are not canon to the story, they’re just designs I made!! (unless wolfy likes em enough to make them canon)

I had way too much fun coming up with these designs, hope ya like em Wolfy!

Of course grian is the one who is not afraid of some messed up teen with zombie dad

Such a guy

I saw an ask about this so I'm just gonna answer it here too

Here's some zombie apocalypse grian lore

Grian is a scientist who's been separated from his friends/coworkers (the rest of the boatem crew) so he was on his way to meet up with them. He's one of the people kind of in charge of studying the zombies/trying to find a cure, before their lab got broken into and invaded. On his way to a meetup point, he sees a zombie lingering past the edge of a door. Which is strange in itself, because most zombies would have charged at him by now, but this zombie only stares at him, groaning softly. So grian, against his better judgement, comes closer. He has his hands over the barrel of his revolver, ready to draw in case everything goes south, but the zombie only backs up, as if he knows not to startle him. That's strange. He'll have to note that down later, look into it. But what catches his eye is the kid passed out on the floor, so pale he almost assumed he was dead, if not for the shallow rise and fall of his chest. He looks up again at the zombie, who continues to stare at him, hollowed eyes almost pleading. He reaches a hand out to the boy, pulling back once he makes contact with burning skin. He looks again at the zombie, before pulling out his own first aid kid. He'll have to do some more research on that anomaly later, but for now, he'll prioritize keeping this kid's brain from frying.

Inspired entirely by Wolfy’s zombie apocalypse au

I love the au so much and the lore for it is so cool