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When the zombie apocalypse started, you felt only a sense of sour humor. Like on those nights when you wished you could sleep and never wake up, some cosmic entity heard you, and was taking a kind of sick vengeance.

Your friends laughed and stole liquor out of locked cabinets and took shots in the name of doom.

You went home and turned the tv all the way up and locked every single door twice. It wasn’t enough.

Don’t approach someone if they appear sick, they said. Avoid them and dial 911.

After a week they disabled emergency service lines.

Stay indoors. Only go out when necessary. Keep your distance from one another, they said.

Online, people called it a hoax.

But that footage they showed on the news, people emptied out and filled with some creature that knew only hunger, that snarled and lunged for those around them without hesitation…something in you knew without doubt that it wasn’t fake.

The government gave blinding smiles and sent every army they had. They promised everything would be fine.

Nothing would ever be fine again.

Bullets did nothing. No matter how wounded, those humans that were empty and vicious dragged themself with bloody nails after anything that pumped blood. Those soldiers died and came back, killing their friends and family and comrades.

The government stopped going on tv.

With all your precautions, with every warning you gave your friends who didn’t give a shit anymore, who took this as a sign to give up, with every tip you got from the news, it didn’t save you in the end.

Thousands, millions were dying every day and you…

One week after the start zombie apocalypse, you saw a dog. A pitiful, sick dog that whined at you and gave you mournful eyes, and you froze.

And you stopped.

And you knelt down next to it because you with your fear and your kind heart wanted to be a vet.

Because you, with all of your precaution and all of those warnings forgot everything.

A week and a day after the zombie apocalypse started, you lost control of your own body. You were filled with something so hungry every bone in your body ached.

That’s fine, you thought. I’ll die soon anyways. The people on the news said the host always died. That there wasn’t anything left inside.

Two weeks after the zombie apocalypse starts you realize that the people on the news were wrong.

You start screaming. No one bothers to try and save you.

The creature inside of you has been dragging you across this wretched planet for a month, and you crave death with the same fervor that it craves flesh. The news people, your neighbors, your family, they flee from you.

They cannot hear you begging for them to burn every scrap of you alive.

You wish they would.

Two months after the start of the zombie apocalypse the creature inside of you has run out of things to eat. You are starving. Everything hurts. Your heart is giving out.

At some point, the creature inside you starts to consume your body.

You should be dead by now

It won’t let you die

It eats your vocal cords. Rips them apart with your fingers, tears out your tongue. Peels off your flesh.

The pain consumes every thought until your nerves fry.

You count it as a blessing.

You lose your eyes, your fingers, every piece of you soon after.

You cannot bring yourself to care.

A year after the zombie apocalypse starts, your body gives out. You lie on something that feels like asphalt. The remains of your muscles and tendons and joints and bones twitch as the creature pulls once, twice, again, but you do not move.

You feel it then, as it leaves you lying there. The utter cruelty of it as it leaves you lying on the ground, when it has been the only thing keeping you alive for eleven months.

You have been dying for over a year. You have been dead in your mind for far longer.

You regret every thought you ever had about the zombie apocalypse, about the notion of quick death and reanimation.

You regret the things you didn’t do. The things you did. You can feel your heart, finally, give out.

You wish you could see the sky one more time as you slip into the dark.

But you haven’t had your eyes for a long, long while.

And with one last breath, you die alone on an empty street, with only the uncaring creature that stripped you for parts and murdered you slowly to watch you go.

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I'm so fucking cooked. I'm currently studying to get an associates degree in natural sciences. I'm on my second year and I'm planning to finish my degree this year bc I already switched my degree once and it turned a 2 year collage into a 3 year collage. BUT now that Trump has won I don't know what I can do with my associates degree. He will end all goverment regulations, policies and agencies that have to do with the enviroment or biology. Without regulations private companies won't have any reason to hire someone with a natural sciences degree. I don't know if I can get a bachelor's degree or even a different associate's degree since trump will definitely be cutting student aid. I'm 20 and still live with my parents now I don't know if i'll ever be able to afford to move out. That's not even getting into the fact I'm a queer neurodivergent woman with multiple physical disabilities.

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Why the fuck did my professor have an exam on election week. I also have a shit ton of homework to turn in on exam day. At least my brain won't be able to fully process Trump winning for about two days.

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The villain successfully corrupts the hero to their side and regrets it. Maybe the hero is releasing their repressed anger and they are far more brutal, sadistic and violent then the villain anticipated. The villain has to witness their new "partner" commit atrocities they wouldn't dream of. The line of who's the true leader of evil organization eventually gets very very blurred.

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If your voter registration gets purged for being a democrat reregister as no party preference or independent. Make sure you can vote in this election especially if you live in a swing state or red state.

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Dr Doolittle-style show about a detective who can talk to animals, except instead of talking like people the animals still talk like animals, just translated into English sentences, so the plot of most episodes centres around trying to figure out what the star witness testimony actually means.

Victim's murder was witnessed by her pet snake, whose tank was in the room. Unfortunately pet snake is incapable of describing the world around them except in terms of 'rocks' and 'meat', with their descriptions of individual forms of 'meat' focusing almost entirely on body temperature and smell.

(Solved when it turns out that their description of 'warm-cold meat with rock' was actually an attempt to describe a suspect with a prosthetic limb, which is pretty unnoticeable to a human, but looks dramatically different in infrared.)

Murder at a honey farm. Each witness managed to see about ~0.06% of the full crime, in order to get the full picture, you have to get them to swarm.

Victim was found several days after death, already crawling with maggots. Days into the investigation, protag begins a frantic search to find any surviving maggots/flies that were on the corpse, after realising that how the victim tasted would give vital information about the poison used.

Also there's at least one or two animals who actually do talk in full sentences and in terms humans can understand, and the reason behind this is never fully explained.

All cats in this universe talk in terms of 'mine/not-mine' and mainly focus on territory, mates and food, with the one exception of the main character's cat who is named Watson and knows how to use sarcasm.

All insects speak in one word sentences where everything is 'food', 'enemy' or (for hive insects) 'friend' and 'queen', with the exception of seven-spotted ladybirds specifically, who for some reason speak in full English sentences and are up to date and knowledgeable about world events. The protagonists is as concerned by the full implications of this as you are.

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Gothic Lit Villain Swap

Dorian Gray wants to buy more real estate in London and holds his solicitor Jonathan Harker prisoner because he is fully corrupted by the painting and rich enough to get away with it. Then Lucy a fellow peer's sickly fiancee catches his eye.

Victor Frankenstein discovers a more sorcerous way to raise the dead and his first test subject is a recently deceased Transylvanian count

Dr jekyll makes a potion that turns him into a 8ft tall undead creature that haunts the night but heals him back to living in the day. Until the creature develops feelings of its own and is very angry about being put away during the daytime.

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A villain so powerful and brutal they drive the hero into villainy out of sheer desperation. A hero who's plans to stop the villain once and for all start resembling and then surpassing the villain's plans. A hero who dosen't want to hurt anyone except for the villain but who starts to justify more and more collateral damage as the years drag on.

For example, after years of the villain committing to many war crimes to count the hero is legitimately considering just nuking the Villains's capital city to get it over with. They can even justify it to themselves after all a lot of the capital cities population are the villain's rich supporters and henchmen (but far more are starving in the slums). Maybe the villain even finds out about this plan and is horrifed, They may be evil but even they are not foolish enough to resort to nukes.

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Sorry to my 5 followers that I haven't posted in a while

2 close family members have cancer and I can't stop thinking about project 2025

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Prompt 28

 Alright this might be a little rambly but bear with me lol

 An Au where the Batfam and rogues become intrinsically entwined with Gotham itself, almost akin to manifestations, like its own twisted pantheon of sorts. Hence why after a while, they can’t die, or at least not permanently. 

 It doesn’t matter how damaged their body becomes, if they’re beaten black and blue, torn apart, or turn to ash in a shower of flames. Gotham won’t let them go, not now, not when they’re a part of it now. A part of its legends and mythos. They are Gotham’s as much as Gotham is theirs. 

 Some resist, leaving, but they’ll always be drawn back. Gotham has marked them, the people have invoked their names for protection or damnation akin to the gods of old. 

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Whumpee in an enemy hospital. Forced into medical treatment after being captured.

Always restrained to their bed, always under supervision by someone—a nurse, a guard, a doctor. All part of the enemy forces, all regarding them with a detached coldness.

They don’t know where they’ll be taken after they’re healed, they’re afraid to ask. Maybe, if you’re into it, Whumpee fights like hell for the first few days because they were still captured and finally stop after days of drug induced sleep. Hoping for rescue, because there’s absolutely no chance at escape with their current condition.

They try to plead with doctors, asking for any small mercy—to let them go, to take the restraints off, anything!—but to no avail.

Just…captured in an enemy hospital.

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hades/persephone au where its a role reversal - the queen of reawakening drags the god of quiet, restful dead things out from under the soil and keeps him as a consort - his mother riots at this, suffers the earth to heat and scorch at this loss, until persephone agrees to allow hades back to his home, allowing the earth to sleep for half the year.

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Reverse beauty and the beast where a beautiful but tyrannical human royal imprisons a beast in their castle. As they fall in love the royal slowly realizes that their peasents should have rights and stripping the enviroment of all it's resources is bad due to the beast's influence.

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Whumpee will lose a limb but if they cooperate with whumper they will lose a less inconvenient one. If whumpee tells whumper everything they want during the interrogation than whumper will take a leg instead of a arm.

"There are plenty of jobs that require you to sit at a desk and only use your hands but not so many that only require the use of your legs."

"You don't want to spend the rest of your life begging on a street corner, Do you whumpee?"

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The damsel in distress slowly starts getting more and more unstable from the unaddressed trauma of being frequently kidnapped. One day they completely snap and the villains start being found mysteriously murdered with increasing brutality.

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Prompt: Unwitting Captive

The protagonist doesn’t know they’re a captive, or is only starting to sense that something is wrong.

Were they enamored with the generosity of their new “friends,” who inch by inch take more control of their life?

Did these people rescue them from a sticky situation, but keep making excuses to avoid helping them return home?

Were they visiting someone but when came time to leave, ignoring distractions thrown their way, their hosts say, “It’s regrettable, but we can’t let you leave”?

Or maybe it’s their own people, who need them to fill a role no matter what … or who have watched them change into something dangerous.