exceptional-z
exceptional-z
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she/her | trying to bring the zombies fandom back from the dead (get it? it’s a pun)
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exceptional-z · 8 months ago
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unfortunately i chronically listen to the zombies musical soundtracks to the point that it was on my spotify wrapped last year and will probably be on it this year too. milo singing is so hot and he could sing while he-
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exceptional-z · 8 months ago
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Milo Manheim 🤍
via TikTok
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exceptional-z · 8 months ago
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Milo Manheim 🤍
via instagram
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exceptional-z · 8 months ago
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zombies + text posts (pt 2)
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exceptional-z · 10 months ago
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what if i said i was back on my writing bullshit… would anyone care?
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exceptional-z · 10 months ago
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was watching zombies 3 with my seven year old cousin and she asked me why i kept giggling when zed came on the screen…
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exceptional-z · 1 year ago
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HAVE MERCYYYYY please the day just started for me😭
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exceptional-z · 1 year ago
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this might seem small but i’m proud of myself
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exceptional-z · 1 year ago
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Do you have rules for requesting?
right now i only do zeddison or zed x reader for couples + i’m not comfortable writing smut. other than that obv no incest, pedophilia, and other of those kinds of themes but i don’t have many rules !!
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exceptional-z · 1 year ago
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what’s everyone fav zombies song other than someday? i feel like mine might be unpopular
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exceptional-z · 1 year ago
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zed necrodopolis x reader
this is an au where zombies were never allowed to go to human high school. so zed is aged up (though age is never mentioned so you can imagine whatever) but has never been on the other side of the barrier. i attempted not to use gendered language but i tend to write with fem!reader in mind.
also please ignore any inconsistent verb tenses. english is not my first language and verb tenses are literally the bane of my existence. + i wrote this in like an hour
your family didn’t have much money growing up, hence why you lived so close to the gate. real estate was cheap since no one wanted to live near the zombies. but it also meant you learnt how to save money in as many ways as you could.
seabrook was all about perfection. if a mattress was two years old, it was time to throw it out and buy a new one. if a bike had a single scratch, it was thrown into the dumpster. all of the old items deemed as ‘garbage’ were brought to a warehouse that was emptied around every two weeks. and this was your favourite place to be.
you sneak into the warehouse. it’s late at night and there’s never any security around. you’re immediately greeted with piles of furniture and clothing and trinkets that are too unique to fit into the seabrook aesthetic.
you start to rummage through with the plastic gloves you always wear just in case any bugs or mice decide that this is a perfect place to burrow. lost in thought, you don’t hear the creaky door open, but you do hear the sudden shout that erupted from behind you.
your heart nearly stops beating at the sudden noise and your head swivels around. the lighting isn’t great, and you can only make out the vague shape of the person blocking your only exit. he looks fairly lanky, and if you squint you could make out some of his features. he doesn’t look much older than you and he certainly doesn’t scream “imposing”. he’s taller than you, but maybe if you caught him off guard you could knock him out with one of the many heavy objects splayed around you.
“i was told no one ever came in here,” the boy says. fuck, his voice is attractive.
“they don’t. in the three years i’ve been doing this i’ve never run into anyone else.” you answer, obviously suspicious.
“i’m uh- i’m just looking for a gift for my little sister,” he explains, “it’s her birthday soon and she said she wanted a new bike but we can’t really afford it.”
you relax a little at his explanation, sharing that you’d gotten into the habit of coming here to rummage for things since your family also doesn’t have much money. “i could help you look if you’d like? and even if we can’t find a bike, there’s a ton of cool stuff you can find if you’re willing to dig.” you offer.
you can’t be sure, but you think he smiles as he answers. “i’ll take any help i can get. my friend eliza told me to try coming here to look, but honestly, i’m a bit overwhelmed.”
you talk and laugh together for what must be at least two hours. you don’t end up finding a bike, but you find an old cheerleader outfit that looks to be in perfect condition. you can’t imagine why anyone would throw it out unless it just didn’t fit anymore. the boy -who still doesn’t have a name- literally jumped up in joy when he saw you holding the skirt from the set, doing a little celebratory dance that should have been embarrassing but was somehow endearing. (that’s how you figured out his little sister was obsessed with cheer).
eventually you have to part ways; it’s getting into the early hours of the morning and you both need to be getting home. he’s halfway down the street when you realise you never shared names and you yell out, “wait!”
he stops and turns around, and you jog to catch up to him.
“what’s your name, stranger?” you ask, “just in case we run into each other again.”
he tells you his name is zed, and you tell him your name in return. for a few seconds the both of you just stand in the street, memorising each other’s faces until you look away, shaking off the thoughts of how attractive he is under the starlight.
(bonus: when zed gets home, all he can think about is you. he wonders if eliza would recognise your name, or if he would possibly run into you if he chose to go to school for once instead of always skipping. he wonders where you live in zombietown, since he doesn’t recognise you and is sure he would remember seeing someone as gorgeous are you. he spends the next few days wondering, and then is in for the shock of his life when he sees you through the fence that blocks off zombietown from seabrook and learns that you’re human.)
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exceptional-z · 1 year ago
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someone please send me requests. i really want to write but am unfortunately completely blank on inspiration right now :(((
(would anyone read if i started writing zed x reader fics….)
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exceptional-z · 1 year ago
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zed: my haters call me extra too.
the hater in question:
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exceptional-z · 1 year ago
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exceptional-z · 1 year ago
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friendly reminder that milo manheim is jewish and therefore so are his characters (unless otherwise specified). if y’all can’t be normal about jewish people simply existing you don’t deserve to enjoy any of his characters
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exceptional-z · 1 year ago
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TF DO YOU MEAN ZOMBIES 4???????
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exceptional-z · 2 years ago
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just read one of the best zeddison fanfics ever i need a minimum of 4 days to recover
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