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Apocalyptic Whump
(Totally not pulled from my personal âA Seriesâ ;) )
Falling from a high place while trying to run away from threat
Character(s) cradling a sickly dying character knowing that no matter how hard they look medicine has already been scavenged weeks ago
Character getting really happy to find a dog, only to drop the eagerness when it begins to snarl at them
Character getting pulled through a boarded up window
Characters whispering amongst each other, trying to decide whether or not to let an injured person continue to tag alongside them
Begging another character to end their life after receiving an apocalyptic infection
Characters rejoicing at getting something as simple as a TV, radio, or telephone to work. Theyâre pushing each other, jumping up and down, and completely forgetting how quiet theyâre supposed to be.
Character(s) dragging around an infected individual trying to convince each other that maybe there is hope, while the infected character slowly and painfully turns. Maybe they do turn, and the group still drags around the husk that is them, if it is even truly a husk.
Fighting over the little things, fuel, food, etc.
A rescue helicopter pulling in character(s), theyâre so in shock that they say nothing and barely even more for their rescuers
A character having to walk and continue with an outrageous injury, because they have no other choice
Not being able to wash the blood off of them unless they search for a water source large enough
Characters refusing to travel together out of the fear that theyâll likely lose each other anyway
A large group deciding that they need to kick someone out because they canât scavenge enough resources
Finally meeting the first soul theyâve seen in forever, only for them not to speak the same language, jumping up and down and waving happily anyway. Body language will do.
#I could create these for days#it could be a series#what has Series A done to me#worldbuilding series A#whump#apocalyptic whump#whump prompt list#whump prompts#whump prompt#whump ideas#human whumpees#human whumpee#multiple whumpees#whump stuff#whump scenarios#whump scenes#cw violence#apocalypse writing#writing apocalypse#cw apocalypse#cw food insecurity#cw low resources
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To practice my writing, I decided to do a brief scene with two original characters I created. And now, ironically enough, Iâve found myself invested in where this storyline is headed. So, Iâve decided to do a quick poll to see if anyone would actually want to read my writing eventually. The goal is to have a feeling of âH.P. Lovecraft meets Fallout 4â
Hereâs a brief snippet of the beginning:
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Something that always makes me chuckle is when people complain about apocalypse set shows/movies is that people who survived don't all look like life was sucked out of them in ways of like having clean hair or skin that isn't dried out and crackled; and similar shit.
Listen, unless we are talking nuclear apocalypse or something that turned the dust ball that's Earth into a total wasteland where next to nothing survived, including animals and plants, there is no reason why small communities across the board wouldn't be able to make shit like new clothes, shoes, soap, skin cream, medicine and shit.
Of course, it wouldn't be fucking factory standard L'Oreal, Garnier or idk Jimmy Choo but it's like everyone just forgets that people discovered how to make this stuff by hand long before industrial revolution and mass production was a thing. So long there are natural resources to be gathered and used, people will find a way.
Would it be a bit more complicated for people with different, more demanding types of hair and skin? Yes. People with chronic illnesses? Yes. But so long as you got resources and people with knowledge, you'd get back on track at some point. You don't need just people who know how to kill with any weapon available. You would want to have in your survivalist community people who know how to plant, how to do chemistry, how to make clothes, how to build etc.
And nothing irks me more than 'eh, that one is an artist or used to be *insert occupation that is considered irrelevant by apocalypse standards*, that's waste of resources'. You need them too.
#nina is rambling#apocalypse writing#some random muscle joe with a machine gun: that one was a librarian the hell would we need them for?#um idk...maybe the fucking librarian would be able to find valuable books on shit like metalworking and stuff better than your high school#dropout ass because you need that fucking knowledge that has been written down if you want to recycle that metal into something new again#geez bro
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Find the Word!
Find the Word Writblr Tag GameÂ
Tagged by  @mjjune âthank you!
My words were: *sun, fight, burn, sting, cool*
Tagging (again): @writewithfire, @faelanvance, Â @magic-is-something-we-create, @kiraofthewind (If anyone else wants to be tagged, let me know!) Â
Your words are: sleep, quiet, roar, wind, cling
This time Iâm sharing from my post-apocalyptic paranormal sci-fi.
*Sun* I left the safety and warmth of my cabin for the sunny morning air of a California November, closing the door firmly behind me. The boat rocked gently, but there wasnât much wind yet, and the bay was mostly calm, little wavelets lapping against the hull.
*Fight* I fell, head over heels all the way to the beach and staggered to my feet. Sand was in my eyes, mouth, and nose. The beach was spinning in circles. Through blurred vision I could see the water, and safety, no more than twenty meters away. I didnât spare the drones a glance before stumbling towards the shoreline. I couldnât fight at all in my condition: bleeding, limping, disoriented. Even if I could, my hands were empty, knife lost in my tumble down the dune.
*Burn* Once I was sure I wouldnât lose my breakfast, I straightened. My hands shook and my mouth was bitter, bile burning in my throat. I spat, willing away images of the bodies, and of other dead that I didnât want to think about. The bodies in the kitchen dredged up memories of when I had finally made it back to my own home, and what had been left there for me to find.
*Sting* I got up, shaking. My ankle was stinging and bleeding, and my foot was bare. Carefully, I opened the door to the stall. The bathroom was empty. Outside there was a sudden string of curses, and another shriek from the monster. I chose not to stick around, even if I did owe the stranger my life, and quickly left the bathroom.
*Cool* âYou should have told me sooner,â Tristan chided, looking into my eyes with furrowed brow, cool fingers under my chin. âI know. I was just,â I hesitated. âI was scared. I didnât⌠I donât know. I didnât want to tell anyone because then it would be real.â I had recounted everything to him about when I had touched the seam and what had happened with the greater demon in San Francisco.
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When the world came to an end, some people believed there was still hope. Some people believed pollution could be ended in shorter than 1,000 years, and that the forests and oceans could be saved, and that endangered animals could be saved.
Maxi Millian was not one of those people.
They had signed up for the cryo pods the moment they became an option, because holy hell, all you had to do was look around, and you could see that this place was beyond repair. Human repair, at least.
So they had passed all the preliminary tests, gotten into a pod with their name on it, and gone to sleep.
12,000 years later, they woke up.
The first thing they noticed was the pounding in their head. "Yeowch," they muttered, slowly sitting up. "They didn't warn me about that."
The second thing they noticed was the survival kit sitting off to the side of the pod, meant to be used after awakening.
"Nice, it's still in good condition!" Maxi smiled as they looked over the supplies, pleasantly surprised they had actually retained their quality.
The third thing they noticed was that someone, or something, was pounding at the entrance to the bunker.
At first they had thought it was the engine running - the pods had to keep power somehow, after all. But no, the computers had powered off by now, the cryotech completely shut down.
Which meant that something was at the door.
Looking around carefully for a weapon, Maxi picked up a wrench that was probably there in case the need for emergency maintenance arose. They crept towards the entrance, raising the makeshift weapon in preparation.
As they got closer to the door, Maxi realized with a start that they could hear voices - it was humans out there. They couldn't tell what the person or people were saying, though; the doors were meant to be thick enough to withstand 12,000 years of erosion and weather and atmosphere, after all.
Swallowing hard, Maxi put their hand on the switch that would open the door, holding the wrench at the ready. The took two deep breaths - in, hold, out, in, hold, out - and pressed the button.
The door slid open, revealing two abnormally tall, very surprised looking boys. They looked to be in their tweens, possibly young teenagers.
"They came out!" One squealed, patting the other on the back. "They really came out!"
"Shut up," the other hissed, peering into the dark room. "We don't know if they can speak our language. They're from the Ancient Time; lots of languages were lost since then."
"I can understand you," Maxi said, their voice rough from eons of disuse. "I speak English."
The boys jumped, physically taking a step back. Maxi realized with a start that they were still brandishing their wrench, and quickly threw it to the side.
"There are... Still people?" They asked curiously, stepping outside, squinting their eyes in the sudden brightness. "Humanity survived?"
"Yes," one of them said. "But... You are so short. Were all humans short like you in the Ancient Times?"
Maxi frowned. "I... Suppose so, yes. I'm average height for my age and gender." They looked around, taking in all of the sights - lush greenery surrounded them as far as they could see to the right, leading down to a beautiful, crystal clear ocean off to the left.
"Welcome to New Earth," one of the boys said proudly. "Your new home."
To be continued... (Maybe)
A Few humans hid in bunkers that had cryosleep pods about 12.000 years ago. Today you wake up from your cryosleep and you take the complimentary survival kit. But soon you realise. Somebody is trying to get into the bunker.
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Some people say that in order to be effective, post-apocalyptic fiction needs to strike a balance between having the cause of the apocalypse reflect contemporary anxieties, and framing that cause in a way that's at least somewhat plausible. These people are cowards. Write that story where the extinction of the human species was caused by overzealous copyright enforcement. You know you want to.
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Wade's life's so damn colourful
#all the silly sinnamon logans#they're so gorgeous#wade's dream finally came true#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#wade wilson#james logan howlett#poolverine#deadclaws#patch wolverine#age of apocalypse wolverine#imagine your otp#otp prompts#writing promt#old man yaoi#marvel memes#mcu avengers edits#ryan reynolds#hugh jackman#mischievous thunder
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ROBOT APOCALYPSE 2030
my cartoon for this weekâs Guardian Books.
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Gotham has always been weird, so when the groundskeeper at the cemetery noticed the Wayne kidâs plot was disturbed, he just chalked it up to more of the same olâ. Alright, so âdisturbedâ may be a tad too light of a word, but whatâs an empty grave in the grand scheme of Gotham? God knows in a city like this one, they could use all the burial room they could get. He figured heâd just jot it down on the website and hope nobody noticed for a while.
Too bad he didnât account for the 13 year old boy in Bristol who periodically checks the cemeteryâs website when heâs feeling particularly lonely.
Plot Removed.
Tim Drake stared at the two words under the heading for Jason Toddâs plot number. Removed? What do they mean âremovedâ? They canât just remove a plot? Thatâs a person down there! Thatâs Robin down there! You canât Remove Robin!
Calm down. Deep breaths. Assess the situation.
Robin has been dead for 5 months and 14 days. There is no reason for a grave to be removed that early, especially one of a member of such an affluential family. Chances are likely itâs a simple clerical issue. He can call first thing in the morning and make them aware of the mistake. He can have it all fixed in 5 hours.
Just a phone call.
In 5 hours.
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Tim hates talking on the phone almost as much as he hates waiting.
Well it wonât be the first time heâs snuck out to head to Gotham proper at 1am. It canât even really be considered sneaking out if thereâs no one home to catch you.
Buses stop running at 2, so he layers a couple sweaters under his coat and grabs his best running sneakers so he can comfortably make the trek back.
Just a quick trip to settle his nerves. Maybe get a few shots in if he spots Batman, but really he just wants to see with his own two eyes that things are okay and Jason can rest.
Itâs 1:37 by the time he gets to the headstone reading âHere Lies Jason Toddâ and the gaping, muddy pit in front of it.
This- This doesnât make any sense. This is not removal. This is destruction. Desecration. Somebody did this. Somebody-
Assess the situation.
A hole in the ground, approximately 1.5 feet in diameter.
Mud and grass flung outward but with little force.
Large chunks of earth turned over and shoved away.
No signs of tool marks or clean lines of entry into the dirt.
Dragging claw marks.
Staggering, shuffled pairs of foot prints in the mud.
A trail of dirt.
Something⌠Something large clawed its way out of the ground here. Something large and bipedal and- and humanoid.
Tim refuses to jump to any conclusions he can see all the facts laid in front of him. Heâs going to cautiously follow the trail and simply hope to any god listening that he isnât the worldâs first line of defense against the zombie apocalypse.
Heâs been walking for 23 minutes and thereâs good news and undecided news. Good news: heâs closing in on the target and the trail isnât taking him out of the way so his trip home wonât be prolonged. Undecided news: The potential Zombie Robin is heading directly for Wayne Manor.
As zombie apocalypse news, this is very bad. From Timâs collected observational evidence, his not-so-professional opinion is that Batman, faced with a horror movie level zombie of his dead son, would not respond well, and would likely not fight back.
In Batman and Robin news? Timâs unsure. If Jason is simply back? What could that mean for them? Batman can have his Robin. He wouldnât have to continue nearly killing others and himself every night in his grief. Jason could-
No. Stop. Do not jump to conclusions.
Hope only brings heartbreak.
What would Batman do? Get close and see if the target is a threat.
Target is male. Mid-teens. Dark hair. Pale skin. Leaning against surfaces as he walks. Appears injured and disoriented.
Minimal risk assessed. Approaching and attempting contact.
Target identity confirmed: Jason Todd.
âJ-Jason?â It comes out as a croaked whisper. Jason shows no sign of acknowledgment.
Tim clears his throat, steps right in front of his path, and tries again.
âJason. Jason, stop I want to help you.â Still nothing.
âPlease, Jason. I can help, I promise I can help!â
Why isnât this working?! Why canât he just do something right for once?! He wants this to work, he wants to help Bruce, he wants to fix Batman, he wants to not be alone, he wants-
âRobin!â
Robin jerks to a stop.
Tim reached out his hand.
âRobin. Robin please, Iâm sorry youâre going through this, itâs really scary, Iâm really scared. But I just want to help you. Help you find Batman. Help you get home.â
Jason just stares at him. Of course he does. Of course itâs not going to work. Why did he even bother hoping he could help?
Hope only brings heartbreak.
His sight blurs as his eyes fill with tears and he starts to lower his outstretched hand.
His arm is slowed as a cold hand weakly grasps his own.
âDonât⌠scared⌠Bat⌠help⌠Dad⌠help.â
A relieved sob tears out from Timâs chest and he gathers himself together. He yanks his extra sweater off and gently pulls it over Jasonâs cold shoulders. Jason lets Tim drag his arm over his shoulders to try and carry some of his weight.
âOkay, Robin. Yeah. Your dad will help us.â
Batman will solve everything once Tim gets Robin home.
#Hello Mr. Batwayne forgive me for waking you but I brought your Jaybin home#Tim: Iâm not jumping to conclusions!#also Tim: Holy fuck itâs the zombie apocalypse weâre all going to die#I know it seems like Tim might have some bat detective training but really he just watches a lot of cop shows and asks âwwbd?â all the time.#writing this is the first thing I did as soon as I turned 27.#this was my birthday present to myself ig#not a ship pls n thx#batfam fanfic#batman#dc robin#dcu#batman and robin#jason todd#tim drake#red hood#ficlet#batfam#jason todd and tim drake#robin#red robin#shut up grandpa#fanfiction#ââJASON! JASON STOP! LOOK AT ME! look at me. please. this isnât youââ ass dialogue đ
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Shipping (Charles Xavier x Reader)
Summary: You're a teacher at Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters and you're quite close to Charles -- so close that a few of the students have started speculating whether or not you two are actually a couple. (Female Reader) Word Count: 3,646 Warnings: Very Minor Suggestive Themes. Light Angst. No Y/N. Reader has a last name that goes with her powers but it's only mentioned once or twice. A/N: As mentioned, the reader has a last name that correlates with her powers/mutation. Her name is Brandt (inspired by the German word Brand for fire) since she has pyrokinetic powers. But it's only mentioned once or twice by the students.
âYou two are being ridiculous.â
âWeâre not being ridiculous!â Jubilee defended herself, leaning over the back of the couch to throw Jean a joking glare. âLook at how cute theyâre being!â
Jean gave Jubilee one more annoyed look before turning to where the other girl was pointing, her eyes falling on you and Charles at the other side of the large sitting room. She took the two of you in for a second; how Charles was looking back at you periodically with a bright smile on his face and how you were leaning over the back of his chair, a hand firmly planted on his shoulder as you looked at the files he was currently going over. She turned turned back to Jubilee and Ororo.
âSee?â Ororo grinned a little and leaned back in the armchair. âMiss Brandt and the Professor are totally banging.â
âOroro!â Jubilee exclaimed in disgust. âI wanted to prove to Jean that Miss Brandt and Professor Xavier are in love, not that they are sleeping with each other. As a matter of fact, I donât want to hear anything about that!â
Thatâs when Scott piped up, raising an eyebrow at Jubilee. âTo be fair, if they were dating, donât you think theyâd be sleeping with each other?â
âYou two donât have to make this gross.â
Jean quickly nodded at that. âI agree with Jubilee.â
âReally?â
âNot about the dating, but about Scott and Ororo being gross.â Jean leaned back on the couch, closing her book in her lap. âJust because theyâre friendly doesnât mean theyâre dating, Jubilee. Theyâre probably just good friends.â
Thatâs when Kurt spoke up, a smile on his lips. âI think the idea of them being a couple is sweet. They seem like they would make a nice couple.â
âYou too, Kurt?â
âIâm not entirely sure, though!â He quickly defended himself. âI just said it would be cute if they were together.â
Scott nodded. âI agree with that. Theyâd be a good couple but I agree with Jean on this one, I think. Just because theyâre nice to each other, doesnât mean theyâre a couple.â
Jean nodded quickly and picked her book back up. âNow can you let me do my reading for Miss Brandtâs class? I donât want to mess up on the test.â
âWhat test?â
âThe test weâre traking next week about the Napoleonic Wars.â Jean explained off-handedly. âIâm currently reading the chapter in my History book and I would love for all of you to let me study.â
Kurt nodded at that. âI read the chapter yesterday and trust me, you should all start soon, as well. Itâs a pretty long chapter. I could help you study if you want me to.â
âThanks. I canât really start now because lunch break is almost over, but Iâll take you up on that offer another time.â Scott said to Kurt before rising to his feet. âWhat class do we have now? Literature or Physics?â
âLiterature.â Jubilee commented and grabbed her bag from the couch. âWith none other than Miss Brandt, so maybe we can get some clues on her relationship with the Professor now!â
âYou just want to find it out to prove youâre right, donât you?â
âExactly!â
All of them stopped when the clock struck two and everyone started to slowly leave the sitting room to get to class. Jubilee grinned a little as she watched Charles turn to you with a soft smile before placing his hand on top of yours for a few seconds. He gave it a short squeeze before he wheeled himself out from behind the desk and toward the door. Most days, the desks were used by students but Hank had asked Charles to review a file he had typed up and the telepath had asked you to look over it with him during lunch break.
You gave him one last smile before slinging your bag over your shoulder and grabbing the two boxes of books you were going to use for your class. Jean watched from the doors, waiting for her friends to get her belongings, as you struggled to carry both of the boxes. But before she could offer her help Charles called out your name, making you look up from the boxes to face him. He was looking back at you with his arms outstretched, smiling softly.
âLet me help you, Darling.â
âThank you.â You smiled and handed one of the boxes to him, watching as he placed it on his lap before he made his way to the door. âWeâre starting with a new book today.â
âI can see that.â Charles laughed and leaned his head back to look at you. âDidnât you once mention that you loved Mary Shelleyâs writing? What a lovely concidence that one of her books is on the curriculum, isnât it?â
A smile appeared on your face as you stopped in your tracks. âDid you put it on there? You get to decide between three books for each new chapter of the curriculum, donât you? I think youâve mentioned that once.â
âI might have.â
âYouâre the sweetest, Charles.â
âFor you, always.â
Not wanting to intrude, Jean quickly followed her friends out the sitting room and to her class, though now she was actually contemplating on how much truth there was to Jubileeâs suspiciouns about your relationship with Charles.
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As the days passed, Jean started to believe in Jubileeâs suspicions more and more as she watched how you and Charles interacted. She had never really paid much attention to it but now she was questioning how sheâd never before noticed your gentle smiles, sweet nicknames, casual touches and quiet conversations. But what really got Jean hooked on the idea of finding out about whether or not the rumours were true, was what happened one rainy Friday evening.
It was late and some of the younger students were already asleep while Jean was studying with Jubilee and Ororo. There was a slight drizzle going outside as they hunched over their History books and notes from class. They were pretty engulfed in their studying when the earthquake started, making everything in the room rattle and shake. Jubilee nearly fell off the bed but Jean caught her and Ororo clung to the headboard.
But fortunately, the earthquake quickly stopped and the three of them got off the bed to venture to the hallway to see what had happened -- though Jean was pretty sure it was the new student with geokenesis that must have accidentally started the erathquake. Just as they stepped into the hallway, along with a few others students, you and Charles did the same. And the three girls froze when they realised that both of you had come from his room.
Jubilee turned to give Jean a grin but she wasnât even looking at her, too caught up in watching you hurry after Charles, smoothing out your hair while you made your way to the young boyâs room. Before you could even knock he opened the door and upon seeing Charles, grabbed onto the armrests of his chair, beginning to apologise profusely. Charles reacted in his usual gentle and comforting manner, calming the boy down and checking whether or not he was injured.
It took a few minutes to calm him down but eventually Charles had convinced him that everyone was fine and there was no need for him to feel guilty. And after a few checkups on the other students, Charles proclaimed that they should all get back to their rooms. Jean ushered Ororo and Jubilee back into her room. But once inside Ororo stopped her from closing the door, pointing at you and Charles in the hallway. Jubilee and Jean looked at each other for a second before leaning over to see what their friend was talking about.
âAre you alright?â Charles asked once the last door had closed, giving you a worried once over and reaching out to take your hand into his. âI saw you hit your head on the nigthstand when you fell off my bed. Are you hurt, Darling?â
âIâm fine.â You gave him a reassuring smile before gently cradling his hand in both of yours. âShall we get back to your room?â
Charles shook his head, bringing his other hand up to cup yours. âMay I check? I promise you I will only check if youâre alright. I wouldnât want to overlook a possible concussion. You did hit the nightstand pretty hard.â
With a relenting smile you nodded and gave his hand a small squeeze. âIf it makes you feel better you can.â
While Charles placed his fingers on his temple and you held his hand tightly, Jubilee gave Jean one more triumpanth smirk. Ororo was still staring at you and Charles, completely amazed by the fact that her and Jubilee had apparently been right. And Jean crossed her arms over her chest, still not fully convinced.
âI mean, I worry about my friends, too.â The rehead reasoned softly. âThat time you got hurt during dodgeball, I checked you for a concussion, too.â
âTheyâre literally holding hands.â
Ororo turned and placed a finger over her lips as you and Charles began to move down the hallway back to his room, now that he had confirmed you were uninjured. The three girls watched as you two arrived at Charlesâ door and you glanced down the hallway once more, checking if everyone was in their rooms. Then Charles used the controls of his wheelchair to back into his room while grabbing your hand and pulling you along. You gave a surprised laugh at that and Charles smirked charmingly. And then the two of you were gone and the door to his room once more closed.
âHow is that not obviously them going to do something nasty now? He literally pulled her into his room.â
âYou really overuse that word.â
âWhat word?â
ââLiterallyâ.â Jean answered. âMaybe theyâre going over something from class.â
âYou just donât want to be in the wrong.â Ororo laughed quietly as she looked up at Jean. âThey both came from the Professorâs room, looking disheveled and in their nightwear. Just now he said sheâd been on his bed with him when the quake started. And she went back to his room.â
âYouâre right. That kind of proves you two right.â
âKind of?â
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Now that Jean agreed with Ororo and Jubilee, the girls had made it their mission to find out whether or not they were right. Scott was still not convinced and Kurt kept telling them that while you and Charles would make a sweet couple it was invasive to talk about their teachers like that. His complaints did not stop his friends.
As the next few days days went on, they kept looking for clues. Jubilee kept going on about how much you and Charles were casually touching while Ororoâs main focus was the fact that he kept calling you petnames to which Scott shut her down by telling her that their professor called everyone petnames â they had to agree with him on that one.
Then Thanksgiving break rolled along and most of the students left to visit home. That year Jean, Jubilee, Ororo, Kurt and Scott had all decided to stay behind at the mansion along with a handful of other students. And due to this decreased amount of students at the school, most teachers were leaving over the holidays, as well â safe for Hank, Charles and you. It was really the perfect time for the friends to find out if they were right with their suspicions.
It was on a cold autumn day that Ororo had decided they needed to keep an eye on you and Charles, mostly because she had noticed that you were most definitely wearing one of his favourite cardigans to ward off the chill. That gave them enough incentive to use the rest of the day to try to decide which of them was right once and for all. Eventually, evening rolled along and you and Charles hadnât acted any different around each other than usual, so the friends gave up and headed back to their rooms. That was until a storm rolled in only an hour later, bringing with it cold winds and chilly rain, prompting the friends to go to the sitting room and warm up by the fire.
âI canât believe you still donât believe us.â Jean commented as she walked down the hallway toward the stairs so they could go down to the sitting area. âAnd would you hurry up so we can warm up by the fire? Itâs so cold today.â
Scott shrugged at that. âI canât believe they managed to convince you.â
âYou didnât see the way they interacted after the earthquake.â Ororo scoffed as she hurried after them. âShe was literally coming out of his room, looking dishevelled and he talked about how sheâd been in his bed. And then he kept calling her âdarlingâ and fussing over her before literally pulling her back into his room.â
âYou use the word âliterallyâ too much.â
Jean chuckled at Scottâs comment. âI told her that, too.â
Jubilee shrugged a little. âThat doesnât mean sheâs not right. Sheâs been wearing his cardian all day.â
âItâs cold.â
Kurt perked up at that. âActually, Iâm pretty sure Miss Brandt has been wearing the Professorâs cardigans for the whole week now.â
âYou too, Kurt?â
âAs I said, I think they might make a sweet couple.â Kurt commented before frowning a little. âBut should we really be this invasive?â
âWe should if it proves us right.â Ororo smirked.
âI just worry that this much snooping around will make them angry at us.â Kurt mumbled before looking at his telekenetic friend. âAlso, Jean, why are we going to the sitting room? Iâm pretty sure the fire went out hours ago.â
âI can fire it back up.â
Scott was the first to start and decent the stairs. But as soon as he got halfay down â and with that in eyesight of the sitting room â he stopped dead in his tracks, making Ororo collide with his back. She reared up to confront him about stopping but Scott put a finger to his lips and pointed at the open doors. Kurt leaned past Scott and quieted down immediately while Jubilee smacked her hand in front of her mouth to keep from making any sounds. Jean leaned forward and her mouth fell open.
At the end of the sitting room, by the fireplace sat none other than you and Charles, cuddled up on the sofa under a blanket. And the two of you were kissing. He was cupping your face, his fingers gently and lovingly stroking your face while yours were buried in his hair, tenderly raking over his scalp. Ororo turned to Scott and pointed a victorious finger at him but he was too busy watching as you leaned back against the arm of the sofa and Charles followed quickly to deepen the kiss, not wanting to part from it just yet.
Eventually, the two of you parted and Charles leaned his forehead against yours, earning himself a small smile and a chaste peck on his lips as you looked back at him. Your hands wandered down to the side of his face where you began to stroke his skin, making a smile appear on his face. He leaned into your touch, turning his head to kiss the palm of your hand.
âFeeling a bit warmer now, my love?â Charles said softly, a bright smile appearing on his lips as you nodded in agreement. âI did promise to warm you up.â
âAnd you did a wonderful job at that, sweetheart.â You said in amusement, hand sliding down his neck to rest on his shoulder. âI feel very warm and very loved thanks to you.â
âIâm glad to hear that.â Charles whispered, his smile faltering a little. âI do hate to see you cold and anxious about your memories, my darling. I know youâve told me about your past many times but the thought of you being left out in the snow in an attempt to cure your pyrokinesis still upsets me terribly and makes me angry.â
âDonât be, please.â You replied, leaning your forhead against his. âIâm here now and Iâm safe. You make me feel safe, Sweetheart. Safe and warm.â
âThatâs good.â
âYouâre not cold either, are you?â You inquired in concern. âI know that you get cold easily and I also want to help you stay warm, especially since I pretty much stole all your cardigans.â
Charles laughed softly, obviously touched by your concern before pressing another quick kiss to your lips. âIâm fine, my love. Itâs very warm in here and besides, I have you next to me to warm me up.â
âWe could go upstairs and I could properly warm you up.â
âLater.â Charles promised before sitting back and stretching out his arm in invitation. âStay by the fire with me a little longer, would you?â
âIâd love nothing more than that.â
With that, you leaned up to capture his lips in a kiss again but this time Charles didnât reciprocate, instead pulling back and furrowing his brows. That got you to look up at him in concern, the hand you had placed on his shoulder tightening as you frowned.
âWhatâs wrong, Charles? Did I do something wrong?â
âYou did nothing wrong, love.â Charles said softly before his voice took on an amused tone. âBut weâre not alone anymore.â
With that, he turned toward the door and subsequently the staircase, making you follow his gaze. The students froze where they were standing. While Kurt worried about you two being angry, Jean flushed at being spotted and Ororo gave a small wave. Scott looked away awkwardly and a wide grin spread across Jubileeâs face. But regardless of their reactions, all of them slowly made their way into the sitting room. By the time they were close by, you and Charles were sitting up straight again, turned so you could properly face the students. Charles looked pretty amused and you couldnât stop yourself from laughing at the situation.
âNow, my dears, how long have you been watching us?â
âWe havenât been watching you!â Kurt defended himself but quickly faltered as he realised that that wasnât entirely true. âI mean, we sort of did but only for a few minutes.â
âWe wanted to come into the sitting room to warm up and you two were sort of smooching on the sofa.â Ororo explained, waving at you and Charles on the couch.
âSmooching.â Scott snorted before shaking his head. âBut theyâre right. Weâve only been standing there for a minute or two.â
You shook your head in amusement, unable to keep a small laugh from escaping you as she watched their concerned faces. âDonât worry now. Youâre not in any trouble if thatâs what youâre thinking.â
âThatâs a relief.â Jean said with a small smile. âWe worried about that.â
âYou two are such a sweet couple, Miss Brandt!â Jubilee suddenly exclaimed, smiling brightly at you and Charles. âAnd you look really happy together. Itâs so good youâre finally together.â
âWe are happy.â Charles confirmed, reaching out to take your hand into his. âBut we have been in a relationship for a long time. Honestly, I was under the impression that it was fairly obvious.â
âAt least we havenât been keeping it a secret.â You threw in before shrugging. âBut then again, we arenât overly affectionate in the presence of our students. That would hardly be professional.â
âSo youâve been dating for a while now?â
âYes, weâve kept it professional but we havenât been trying to keep it a secret.â Charles explained before nodding toward the fire. âNow, if you still want to warm up, you can find yourself a place to sit. The fire is shrinking now but Iâm sure my lovely darling can stoke the flames a bit.â
At his words, you stood from the couch before walking over to the huge fireplace and using your powers to stoke the flames. Then you returned to your place next to Charles and leaned back against his side.
âSo tell me, what have you kids been up to all day? I barely saw any students out and about today.â You mused as you looked around. âWhere you in town or in your rooms?â
âWe were in our rooms.â Scott explained, pulling his legs up onto the armchair. âWe thought of going into town but--â
âBut we got distracted arguing about whether or not you two were dating.â Jubilee joked, looking up at you from her spot on the carpet. âWe were about to start a betting pool at this point.â
âA betting pool?â Charles laughed and shook his head. âWere you really that interested in whether or not we were a couple?â
âA lot of the other students were speculating, too.â Jean defended herself but relaxed when she saw you and Charles laughing at the situation. âThe pool was Jubileeâs idea.â
Jubilee nodded in agreement before her eyes widened and she laughed. âYouâre like the schoolâs parents now. X-Mom and X-Dad.â
âInteresting superhero names, for sure.â You chuckled and looked at Charles. âYou can bet I will call you X-Dad from now on whenever you act parental.â
âThank you for that, Jubilee.â Charles said in amusement, his arm pulling you closer as he looked back at you. âBut while I donât think you were being too invasive, Iâd like to ask you all to respect our privacy. We want to keep everything professional.â
âOf course.â Jean nodded. âIâm sorry that we were so nosy and invasive.â
âThere is no harm done, Jean. Everythingâs alright.â
âI canât believe you were right.â Scott joked. âI guess I was just oblivious.â
Ororo nodded and looked at Jean. âAnd you called us ridiculous.â
âI guess I got proven wrong.â
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Imagine if a zombie apocalypse happened and nobody cared. It didn't really effect wealthier areas because guards would shoot them down. There's some paranoia that zombies would overrun humans but society never really breaks down.
You'd hear about infested areas out in the rust belt, where entire towns were overtaken by the undead. And mabye you'd see a zombie or two when you're in a really bad neighborhood and you have to cross the street. Most undead are harmless outside of large groups, but it's always good to stay safe.
And if you go to an area that's completely overun things really will look like the apocalypse. And there's something exciting about that. Society is interested in those ghost towns, not as a tragedy, but as a spectacle. You've seen reality TV where people will head into the worst of the outbreak with nothing more then a knife and a camera, all while the locals look on wishing someone could take them back.
Most people don't think about zombies. They're just another thing in the world that sucks right now. Occasionally there's a reminder of them, but eventually you forget why anyone is even afraid at all. It seems so normal.
One of your coworkers was attacked the other day by a zombie. Nobody really knew her well. The main thing people were talking about at the office when it comes to her is how lucky she is the be in the hospital having her wounds treated and disinfected, instead of stuck at work. Someone as young as her is expected to be able to fight one off, mabye she did it on purpose. Nobody was still making jokes when they realized she died, people aren't supposed to die that way if they're rich enough to work in an office.
The apocalypse isn't enough to end society. Society is meant to be more resilient then reality, that's the point.
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Yandere x Zombie you
Rated 18 + â mature short content !
Includes: Body mutilation, gore, stalking, desperate and perverted man, gender neutral reader, begging, dry humping.
*He doesnât have a name, and is referred to as âyour stalker,â He only exists for reader, and without you, he ceases to exist. Here is part two! This is purely fictional writing!*
Synopsis: Itâs the zombie apocalypse, and youâre a zombie who has a little stalker/fan. He tried to offer himself to you, but you want nothing to do with him.
Youâre just trying to go on about your day being a zombie, but an annoying and persistent man wonât leave you alone. He thinks heâs slick, but you see him, and best him every time.
Your stalker always hated zombies. They reeked of death, their breath sour, and their jaws claimed thousands of souls. He kept quiet as he tiptoed around, hiding his body behind a trash can as you feasted on your latest victim.
You went for the jugular, your teeth puncturing their skin, and a burst of metallic tasting blood filled your mouth. You were wild. Your whole hands, neck, chest, and face were stained with blood. You had a couple of flies around you, which you ate as a snack too.
However, with you, he was infatuated. He never once thought it was disgusting that your skin stuck to your skull, your arm twisted in an unnatural way, and how your hair was matted. Or how your clothes were torn, and you had holes in your shoes.
He tried to trap you. But unlike the other zombies, you were smart. The bear trap didnât work, he tried to lasso you and failed, he spent time building you a cage, just for you to trap him in it.
When you went after a group of humans, he panicked. He hated when you went after a crowd, and he watched with his heart hammering. He prayed that you would survive, and rip them to shreds.
Your stalker often made sure you were well fed. He dragged an old body that remained untouched, and he purposely pushed it into your view. He winced as the body rolled down the hill and knocked you down like a bowling pin. Whoops.
After this has gone on for months, he became envious. Your attention was solely focused on the girl you trapped against the wall, he huffed and puffed, crossing his arms as the girl continued to scream. He began to wonder how it would feel to be eaten by you.
He handed himself to you like he was the best thing around. He took a shower by the lake, scrubbing his body clean from the dirt and grime. Your stalker wondered if he should just be nude so you had an easier access to him, or be clothed and make you work for itâŚ
Your stalker whistled as he approached you, but you didnât look at him. Your body just wandering around the abandoned building, and he waved at you. But you ignore him. He purposely laid down in front of you, but you just step on his stomach, making him groan in pain. He watched as you were on the move again, and he grabbed onto your ankle.
âWaitâ please!â He tried to bargain with you, âI swear I taste good!â Your stalker whined as you just drag him around, trying to go on about your day again. He decided to do something drastic.
Your stalker needed your attention. He needed to feel your hands on him. He stuffed his mouth with his sock, and he picked up his blade. He jumped a couple of times and his joggers slipped down a bit, enough for him to pull out his member.
It hurt like a bitch. He bit down hard onto the sock as his tears welled up in his eyes, he cut his member from the baseâ wanting to give you the whole thing.
He handed you his cock, and you took the phallic looking thing in your hands. With some sick perversion he wanted to see you eat it, to hold it in your hands, and watch it disappear down your throat.
Heâs seen you eat raccoons, rats, pigeons, and decomposed maggot filled bodies rotting away in the hot summer sun, their guts spilled open, and there was barely any flesh left to eat. Heâs seen you dig through trash and shove it in your face.
He watched you tear into your own arm after not being able to find something to feed on for weeks. He watched you bite into a pee soaked leg after the human pissed itself after seeing your morbid face.
And yet you wouldnât eat his freshly cut dick?
You looked at him with an unamused expression.
Your stalker frowned, his hands snatching back his body part after you refused to eat it. His hands were shaking, and his legs about to give outâ due to his wound he haphazardly wrapped with bandages. His ego was bruised.
You continued to stare at him with disgust, as if you havenât done something as vile as this. But to be fair, it wasnât your fault that you were eating humans. It was the damn virus.
First, you donât care to eat him. Second, you barely seem interested in him. And now third, youâre rejecting his offering? This was enough to make a grown man cry.
âIs it too small for you?â He pouted. âI- I happen to be a grower-â
He swore he saw you roll your eyes. For someone who barely had any mobility except for shuffling around, you had the gall to roll your eyes. You just groan. You try to wave your arm at himâ to dismiss him, but you just smacked his face.
âAm I not appealing to you?â He glared at you, his face turning pale. His pants are soaked in blood, and he twitched.
The man fell down to his knees, throwing his dismembered cock to the side, and he clasped his hands together. His breath is ragged, and looked at you as if you were an angel who could take him out of his misery.
And so you do.
Most of your victims are scared, clawing at your arms and leaving red harsh marks on your skin, but he holds you closer. He moaned as your body was pressed up against hisâ chest to chest. You sat right on his hips. His blood tasted like nectar, it was pleasant and sweet. Your tongue swiped at his sweat.
âOh god yes! Please eat me!â He cried out, and his fingers dig into your rib cage as you start to grind onto him.
He was already on deaths door step, his heart beat slowing down, and his grip slightly loosened. Your stalkerâs moans, and the chanting of your name quiets. It wasnât long before he let out his last breath.
Your stomach is full and youâre satisfied.
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November 5th first Aid Kit
I'm recently unemployed, but I only can think It's November 4 and yet, I feel unprepared for tomorrow.
#Destiel#november 5#Deancas apocalypse#And also#Cockles#The best way to take off my Mind from being sad and disappointed of life#jenmish#They are my great consolation right now#Maybe tomorrow will be another day#But will never be dull#The news of US elections and my search for job and whatever people may do in this crazy hell hole#I whish it's for the best#castiel#dean winchester#And the season 17 of#Supernatural#... It's 2am and I don't know what I'm writing
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Wade vs the Peanut Gang
#wade's so lucky to be able to meet so many cutie wolvies#and then he chooses to kidnap the spiciest one#in his defence the worst one seemed willing enough#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#wade wilson#james logan howlett#poolverine#deadclaws#patch wolverine#age of apocalypse wolverine#old man yaoi#imagine your otp#otp writing prompts#marvel memes#mcu avengers edits#ryan reynolds#hugh jackman#deadpool x wolverine#mischievous thunder
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