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After Jason’s resurrection he finds that his body works… wrong somehow.
Some days he forgets to breathe until he wants to say something and finds there’s no air in lungs. Other days his body goes eerily cold until someone points out that his lips are blue and he needs to warm up.
And some days his heart stops beating in his sleeps.
It’s fine, really. It always starts again eventually a short while after he wakes up. And yeah, of course it was a bit scary the first couple times it happened but it’s not like his resurrection and Pit-dip came with an instruction manual, so this is probably pretty normal stuff, all things considered. He is kind of the definition of “undead”.
The real trouble starts when he forgets to mention those little details to the Batfamily when he stays over for the night.
#prompts#jason todd#batfamily#bruce wayne#dick grayson#batfam#tim drake#damian wayne#robin#fic#ideas#angst#nightwing#red hood#Batman#batdad#batbros#zombie Jason#sort of#side effects of being dead and then resurrected#he really should have told them about the heartbeat and breathing thing#it’s a pretty scary combo to witness
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DPxDC idea: zombie apocalypse.
It's pretty common in zombie apocalypse stories for zombies to not attack each other, they somehow can tell themselves from the delicious delicious living beings. So I think it'd be interesting if anyone who's died died also does NOT ring the zombie dinner bell.
Example: Jason obviously smells so unappetizing to zombies, they don't even bother trying to bite him. Jason is weirded out by this, he stops jokingly calling himself a zombie. (Honestly depending on how far back in canon you wanna go about half the bats/birds are undead.)
And obviously Danny, Vlad, Dani/Ellie, and Dan (if you wanna include him) are some form of undead. It could be fun to play with the fact that zombies and ghosts are the apples and oranges of undead. Yeah, they're both fruit/undead, but they're also basically opposites. How would Danny's frenemies react to zombies invading the living realm?
And that's not even getting into liminality. Are humans that have been exposed to ectoplasm and/or the Laz pits just generally less appetizing to zombies? Like it confuses their senses? Just imagine you're in the middle of trying to survive the zombie apocalypse and then in bursts Batman and friends in their normal costumes with no fear because zombies just don't want them. The bats are acting like it's business as usual, that'd be so bizarre after the hell you've been through. And then they take you to this middle of nowhere town called Amity Park where people are living like it's pre-apocalypse because zombies get close and just turn away before crossing into town.
#dpxdc#dc x dp#danny phantom#dc comics#so many different ways to play with this#but i enjoy zombies as a thought experiment but not actual zombie media#so i'd be a terrible person to write this#prompt
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This request was sent to us and we made a poll in response to it. Send any Blorbo-related question you want to our inbox and we’ll make a poll on which people can vote with their own Blorbos in minds
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That one had to happen! For those two I pictured Geralt not kissing Jaskier under the mistletoe in public, for fearing repercussions - but later, with just them...
#zombie kaiser draws for christmas#geralt of rivia#jaskier#geraskier#geralt x jaskier#the witcher#the witcher netflix#funnily enough#i only one prompt for canon geraskier#and a lot of 'since you already have that prompt many times I'll go for...'#i love all the prompts!!
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Mcyt as Writing Prompts pt. 2/?
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14-10-24 "Roam"
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zombie!jjk x human!reader where zombie roaming around abandon island and found human...
(yandere+smut+apocalypse) part of the prompt game pairing: zombie!Jungkook x survivor!female reader genre: apocalypse!AU, zombie!AU, S2"L", yandere, angst, smut warnings: angst, survival on an island, yandere, explicit sexual content, breast play, unprotected sex, squirting,, lmk if I forgot smth word count: 2.328
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You’re not sure how you got this far. Not really.
The island’s quiet, apart from the rustling of waves against the rocks and the occasional cry of some bird in the distance. It’s the kind of quiet that grates at your nerves, gets under your skin, makes your thoughts run wild until you’re staring at shadows that aren’t there.
Not that it matters, you think. The only thing worse than shadows that aren’t real is the knowledge that there are real monsters out there, ones that used to look like you, talk like you. Ones that will tear you apart if they catch you slipping.
You sit on the sand, knees pulled up to your chest, and squint at the horizon. Nothing but water as far as the eye can see. There’s no way off this place. No boats, no planes, no rescue missions. You’d counted yourself lucky to have found it at all, back when you still had the energy for such things.
But it’s been weeks now. Maybe months. And luck’s gone sour. The supplies you’d scavenged are almost gone, and every day it feels like the island is shrinking a bit more.
The quiet’s the worst of it, though. It’s loud enough to make you jump at nothing, loud enough to leave you wishing for the kind of noise you’d sworn you’d never want to hear again.
Not this kind of noise, though.
The sound of shuffling and low, wet breathing.
It freezes you where you sit, your heart kicking in your chest like a dying engine. You tell yourself it’s your imagination, that there’s no way, no way anything could’ve followed you here. But the sound grows louder, scuff of footsteps against sand, and you know you’re not alone.
You should move. Run, hide, something. But you’re cemented to the spot, fear pinning you in place like a fucking corpse on a spike, and when you finally manage to turn your head, he’s already there.
The first thing you notice is his eyes.
Dark. Too dark. Not the milky, empty gaze you’ve come to expect from the infected, but different entirely. Like shadows sucking everything in, swallowing whatever light they might’ve had.
He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and eerily human, except for the faint grey tinge to his skin, the cracks along his arms and neck, like porcelain left out in a storm.
You know exactly what he is, but you can’t stop staring.
He’s handsome. That’s the part that catches even yourself off guard. No rotting flesh, no slack jaw or hollowed-out face. His hair is dark, long enough to curl at their tips, and his bottom lip is full, though they’re pressed into a tight, almost pained line.
His clothes are ripped and stained, clinging to his muscular frame, and you notice the claws at his fingertips, black and sharp.
Then he moves, and you snap back to reality with a jolt.
“Shit,” you hiss, scrambling to your feet and stumbling backwards.
He doesn’t lunge at you. Doesn’t even bare his teeth. He just tilts his head, watching you with those black, round eyes, like he’s studying you.
“What do you want?” you snap, even though you know it’s pointless. He’s not going to answer.
But then he does.
“I found you.” His voice is low, rough even, like it hasn’t been used in a long time.
You take another step back, your hands shaking from the wave of adrenaline drowning you. “Stay away from me.”
He doesn’t listen. Of course he doesn’t as he takes a step closer, like if he’s testing the waters.
“Stay—” Your voice cracks, but you don’t have time to fix it, because suddenly he’s in front of you, faster than you can blink.
His hand shoots out, engulfing your wrist hard enough to make you wince, but thankfully not hard enough to break anything. His skin is cold, but not too cold, not dead. You don’t understand how that’s possible.
“You’re not running,” he states, his head tilting again. There’s something almost curious in his tone, but you’re too scared to pay it any real attention.
“Let go,” you snarl, trying to wrench your arm free, but his grip doesn’t ease up.
His other hand rises now too, clawed fingers brushing against your cheek in a way that makes you want to recoil. But you don’t. You can’t.
“You’re soft,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. “Warm.”
“Yeah, well, you’re not,” you bite out.
His lips twitch, and for a moment you think he might smile.
“You’re mine.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I found you. You’re mine.”
You laugh, but it’s more out of panic than anything. “That’s not how it works, buddy.”
He leans in closer, and you can feel his breath against your skin. “It is now.”
You want to push him away, to scream or fight or do something, but all you can do is stare into his eyes.
And then he lets go.
You stumble back, clutching your wrist like it might’ve been burned, even though the only thing you feel is the ghost of his touch. He doesn’t move to follow you, but his eyes stay locked on yours.
“Don’t run,” is he warning you? Pleasing?
You glare at him, though it feels pointless. “Why shouldn’t I?”
His head tilts again, and there’s that almost-smile, like he knows something you don’t. “Because I’ll catch you.”
You want to tell him he’s full of shit. You want to tell him he’s wrong, that you’ve survived this long because you don’t get caught.
But you don’t.
Because deep down, you know he’s right.
That’s how it starts. That’s how it ends.
He doesn’t leave after that. No, he follows you wherever you go. He’s not always close, sometimes you catch glimpses of him at the fringe of the treeline, watching you like some predator waiting for the right moment to strike.
But he doesn’t. Not yet, anyway.
You try to ignore him at first. Pretend he’s not there, focus on scavenging what little food you can find and rationing your water. But it’s impossible. You can feel his eyes on you, always watching, always waiting.
It should terrify you. It does terrify you. But it’s not just fear that keeps you up at night. It’s something else.
Something you don’t want to admit to yourself.
You tell yourself it’s just survival instinct, just your brain trying to make sense of the impossible. But it’s not that simple.
He’s too human. That’s the problem.
When you see him up close, when you hear his voice, low and rasping and somehow still fucking captivating, it’s like your mind forgets what he is. Or maybe it just doesn’t care.
He’s still dangerous. You know that. You see it in the way he moves, in the sharpness of his claws, in the flicker of primal instinct in his dark eyes.
But he doesn’t hurt you.
He could, and you know it. You’re not stupid. He could tear you apart in seconds if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. He watches. And waits. And when he does speak, his voice is calm, almost gentle.
It’s not normal. Nothing about this is normal.
But normal doesn’t exist anymore.
The world’s gone to shit, and you’re stranded on a fucking island with a zombie who looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters.
And maybe you’re starting to believe your own thoughts, or is it him?
The first time you let him get close, it’s not because you want to. It’s because you don’t have a choice.
You’re sitting by the fire you’ve managed to build as the nights turned colder, a small thing that barely keeps the cold at bay, when you hear the sound of his footsteps approaching.
You don’t even flinch anymore. You know it’s him, so why would you bother?
He doesn’t say anything as he just lowers himself to the ground a few feet away from you, maybe wanting some warmth too.
“What do you want?”
His unblinking eyes meet yours. “You.”
You divert your gaze to the flames, though your heart betrays you by skipping a beat. “Yeah, well, tough luck. I’m not exactly available.”
He taps his claws against his thigh, and there’s that almost-smile again. “You will be.”
It’s not a threat. It should feel like one, but it doesn’t. Is it a promise? You can’t tell.
And you hate that some part of you doesn’t hate it. You hate that, even though he’s not fully human, you feel drawn to him, crave his proximity, even his touch. You reason it’s because of your isolation, because of the many days and months spent without any sort of affection.
You know that sooner or later your time will come, that this island is your final destination. So why wouldn’t you seize the opportunity to just feel again?
With a heavy sigh, you get up, trying to quieten down your doubts and everything in between as you make your way over to the zombie, his eyes following you curiously.
No longer letting your mind intervene, you get down on your knees right before him, hands shakily landing on his knees, gauging his reaction. But he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t speak, just watches you like always does. And so, with a deep breath that not only fills your lungs but seems to expand your whole chest, you do what you never expected to do.
Crawling forward, you settle carefully on his lap, unable to look away from the dark voids of his eyes as his hands rest on your waist, squeezing just a little, as if to reassure you this is fine. That this is normal.
You let yourself think it is, that he’s human, that he wants you just as much as you want him. And as you lean forward, your whole body trembling with adrenaline or want, you’re not sure which, his lips part the moment yours find his.
Their warmth and plushness send your mind into a frenzy, letting you give in completely. With one silent moan escaping your lips, he pushes his tongue into your mouth, black claws ripping your already torn clothes to shreds in seconds, letting the tatters fall around you.
You try to do the same, clawing at his clothes to feel his skin on yours, but it’s in vain. Survival has stripped you of your energy, leaving you too weak to even tear the most fragile fabric in two.
The zombie grunts when your cunt grinds hard against his cock, and with that, he rips his own clothes away, lifting you slightly to adjust you just right on his lap. His skin doesn’t look as grey in the warm orange dance of the flames as it does in sunlight, something you’re oddly grateful for.
“Taste so good,” the zombie mumbles as he licks and kisses down your throat, ending his journey at your tits. You both get lost in his ministrations while you’re only able to ride your weeping cunt on his rock-hard cock, fingers weaving through his soft hair.
You should fear his black claws as they squeeze your tits together or scrape lightly against your skin, but you don’t. Not because you’re blind to the danger, but because you feel how careful he is, how utterly tender and mindful he’s being, as if he’s afraid to break you.
That thought alone sends another wave of arousal coursing through you, showing just how desperate you’ve become, desperate for touch, desperate for this zombie to fuck you senseless.
Lifting his head with both hands, his lips unnaturally rosy and swollen, you crash into him again, starved for love, for affection, for anything remotely human that the world has stripped away, not only from you but from him as well.
The zombie lifts you easily with one hand, aligning his leaking fat cock without breaking the kiss. Frantic breaths mingle as he pushes you down, spearing you in a way you never thought possible.
“Yes,” you cry out, full of ecstasy as the stretch burns so sweetly. His moans and grunts, sounds you didn’t know you needed, only fuel your desire.
And while you try your best to ride him, both of you know how weak you’ve become, how fragile you are. His pace is inhuman as he lies back and thrusts upward, but you wouldn’t expect anything less.
The sight of him below you, biceps, pecs, and abs flexing with every pump, the jiggling of your tits in the corner of your vision, it’s enough to push you over the edge. Your orgasm spills over him and onto the sand, leaving you trembling but unable to stop meeting his thrusts halfway.
“Fuck,” the zombie groans, looking more human than ever as his eyes glow in the firelight, reflecting not only the flames but your body too.
You can’t tell how long he fucks you, how long this desperate and delirious paradise lasts, but you don’t mind. You don’t mind him not stopping, don’t mind feeling dehydrated from the multiple orgasms paralysing you until you collapse on top of him.
You don’t mind when he steals your breath with his tongue, don’t mind that he’s imprinting the shape of his cock into your cunt permanently.
Because when he comes, filling you with burning hot cum until you feel like you might burst, you’re at peace. So content, so spent, that you forget who you are and who he is.
The quiet doesn’t bother you as you lie on his chest, his heartbeat the only thing you need to feel less alone.
But eventually, the calm in your mind has to make room for the survival instincts you’ve relied on for so long. It has to, because the next words you hear sound utterly insane.
“You’re finally mine, ___.”
And yes, you’re insane, you’ve lost your mind, because when you startle upright, the zombie is human.
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ultimate ships challenge - [1/10] cuddling scenes
#cloisedit#smallvilleedit#dc#dcedit#dctvedit#tvedit#televisiongifs#dailyfilmtvgifs#tvarchive#dailyflicks#otpsource#chewieblog#userbbelcher#junkfooddaily#myedit#ultimate ships challenge#smallville#clark x lois#clark kent#lois lane#he is so BIG in this episode#like he's Big throughout S9 but oh my god I think it's the vest that emphasises it#but even then HIS VERY LARGE HANDS#never mind the rabid zombies /I/ am feral watching this ep#The struggle to decide what prompt to put this under#Could work for 'hugs' for 'cuddling' for 'hand on face'#I went cuddling cause I have a lot for hugs and the way she just SNUGGLES into his chest#(his very Big chest)#He's safety he's comfort he's warmth#And Clark's Big Damn Realisation is v important
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Freakshows broken out of Arkam Asylum and he's got a brand new staff, an necromancer staff. No more ghosts! The ghostboy has to much experience fighting them. He has something more tangible. ZOMBIES!
On a train straight out of Gotham with 200 zombie dressed as clowns and splashed with joker gas to make them smile and laugh like all clowns should. On a one way track to Amity Park. But his main attraction won't cooperate. Solomon Grundy sits chained in a cage like a circus animal. The staff doesn't work on him and he just want to be left alone. No matter, it'll be enough to piss off that goth girl.
#Batman does not miss this#what will he do?#solomon grundy is loney#and looking for someone like him#nightwing is terrified of zombie clowns#clown trauma#red hood want violence against zombie clowns#damian sharpens his sword#cass cracks her knuckles#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny phantom#dc x dp#dcxdp#danny fenton#dp x dc prompt#batman#fanfiction ideas#solomon grundy
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Prompt:
A whole ass zombie apocalypse wasn’t something Jason thought he’d ever have to worry about.
Not that he has to worry about it now, either, considering he just got bit.
Everyone knows what you gotta do in these scenarios. Your loved ones will cry (“awe, Dickie, you do care”), they’ll try to find a different way (“shut up Bruce. Even you can’t concoct a cure in two hours”) and blame themselves (“fuck you, Timmers, I want you to know I died because you wanted that damn coffe!”…. Yeah, he could have handled that one better in hindsight) and then, ultimately, they’re gonna put a bullet in your brain. For the sake of the group.
And it’s fine, really. Better than turning into a mindless, flesh eating meat sack. He was ready. He got to say goodbye. It’s fine.
Or it would have been fine, if any of those damn cowards had pulled the friggin trigger.
Now Jason is clinically semi-dead (don’t ask him, he doesn’t know how this shit works either) and still annoyingly in charge of his mental faculties while also harboring a rather concerning craving for human flesh.
Fuck.
#non traditional zombie au lol#prompts#the batfam couldn’t bear to shoot Jason#and in this case it worked out alright#now Jason is trying to find his family again#and make sure they don’t brain themselves by tripping over a rock#because obviously they can’t be trusted with the simplest of survival things#like shooting the infected group member jfc he’s too old for this shit#or young#anyway Jason has to juggle being a zombie and discreetly protecting his family from afar#and maybe also give them some heart attacks by play acting like the actual zombies#because f u Dick this is exactly what would have happened if I didn’t get the premium zombie upgrade!#jason todd#batfamily#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batfam#robin#red hood#tim drake#batman#Damian al ghul Damian wayne#Cassandra Cain#duke thomas#Stephanie brown#Alfred pennyworth
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Prompt #46
When Danny went into the portal, nothing came out, no ghost, no traumatized but still partially alive kid walked out. His fried corpse left slowly rotting in the unseen inside of the portal, somewhat preserved by the high levels of ectoplasm circulating through.
Months later, Maddie deactivated the portal to inspect the inside for any flaws that might cause the machine to malfunction.
She let out a blood-curdling scream when she found the ashen dead body of her previously missing son. His eye sockets were hollowed out pits of blackness, his skin was grey and crusty, his veins were black, she could see the shape of his skeleton under his skin. It was horrifying, but it was undeniably him.
She jumped back and out of the portal frame, collapsing into sobs as she realized where her son had been all this time and what had happened to him.
Danny awoke face up in the darkness of the portal, the only sounds he could hear were the wiring of various machines and a woman crying. He weakly lifted his hand to feel his face, it was dry and missing some bits. He tried to stand but immediately collapsed onto his hand and knees, so he started crawling towards the exit.
When he saw his mother heaving sobs a couple yards away from him, he tried to get her attention, his attempt at saying ‘mom’ come out more as a groan or moan, curtesy of his decayed vocal cords and stiff half-rotted lips.
You always see fics where his parents find his body in the back of the portal and connect the dots to realize Phantom’s Danny, but have you ever seen a fic where there is no ghost, only the body, but that body is still Danny?
#Danny Phantom#writing#writing prompt#Danny Phantom writing prompt#DP#writing idea#dp writing#fic#fic prompt#fic idea#DP fic#DP fic prompt#DP writing#DP writing prompt#AnAnMo’s DP writing ideas#danny fenton#maddie fenton#corpse au#zombie au
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note: im begging for requests for this au!!! i'm sobbing, idk what character it is <3
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jonbee taking care of you during an apocalypse and you're in near tears begging him to kiss you. it happens all the time, the casual way that he's dominant over you. if it's the way that he's so much taller, the way his rough hands feel on yours. he always drops a kiss on your forehead before serving you french toast.
you love the normality of it all. the way he's humming the song on the radio, and you're bobbing your head to it. ivy is growing in the trailer park, and the shorts you have on have dirt smudges all over it when the two of you were running.
yet john b is giving you everything he can to serve you a normal lifestyle. he's trying everything to make you feel better, tucking back your hair, and coaxing you to eat. he's even found an old apron that has, 'kiss the chef,' on it, and suddenly your tearing up, holding up your brittle knife and fork.
hot tears drip down your face, as you sniffle quietly nudging at the food on your plate. almost immediately john b turns around, eyes full of concern.
"hey? hey, what's wrong?" he murmers, dropping down to your level. his hat is on backwards, and you fight the urge to turn it the other way. "don't cry pup," he cooes, grazing your wet cheeks, and you fight the urge of jumping into his arms, or asking to sit on his lap. after all, the two of you are platonic anyways. that's clear to tell.
you choke on your sob, "iono, just feel this pressure on my chest. i really need to be close to someone." even as you say this, your eyes are wide ready to be rejected, but john be is always there for you, as his hands snake up your sides, and sits you down on his lap.
"alright now. let's eat something now. maybe that'll make the ache go away."
you nodd at his soft words. he's right, he's always right. the two of you could barley find normal food now, always preservatives, or food that makes you hurt. you like it when he embraces you like this, his big arms around your waist, as you feel like a kid swinging your legs. and yet here you are crying the one day that there is good food.
suddenly you feel worse. the world is ending, and you'll be dead soon, and john be will never be with you, and you will have never kissed anyone. you'll never be a librarian in a niche town with a husband who would kiss you off your feet. no, you will have never kissed someone! what a tragedy to love someone so deeply yet never touch their soothing lips. maybe john b's lips on yours would fix everything.
you feel so stupid.
finally, john b puts the fork down, warm breath on your neck, and he sets you off his lap to look you in the eye.
"i need you to tell me what's wrong, and so i can fix it." he whispers to you, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. you shake your head, feeling the pounding feeling in your chest, as if you were going to vomit but your stomach was empty.
john b sighs, his voice firm now, "this won't go away. show me where it hurts. do you feel sick?" he murmurs to you, giving you his hand to guide, and you tentivally take it to place it on your heart.
"here," you croak, "it hurts here."
he looks surprised, yet his eyes are warm as he speaks in his soothing tone, his words practically melting in your mouth, "why does it hurt pup?"
"i need you to kiss me," you blurt out, and let go of his hand, "so it can stop."
he tilts his head almost amused, "yea? you need me to kiss you, so your heart can stop hurting."
you hate the way he's teasing you, a soft lint in his tone, his large hands still settling on you as he talks to you. he's so gentle with you it burns your skin, it burns everything inside of you.
"i can't take it. i can't take the fact that i've never kissed someone," and then you pause, your voice a whimper, "i can't take it that i haven't kissed you jonbee-"
and then without a doubt, he looks at you again, his eyes so feverious, so full of emotion, burning with the exact same fire that you feel your body ablaze with.
just like that john b cups your jaw, and kisses you so sweetly you see stars.
#john b routledge#john b x reader#john b x fem!reader#john b routledge x reader#john b prompt#john b obx#john b#john b thoughts#john b routledge x you#obx x reader#obx boys#john b fluff#john b angst#john b x you#john b x y/n#john b imagine#john b imagines#john b blurb#john b blurbs#john b fic#john b fanfiction#john b routledge imagine#john b routledge imagines#outer banks#obx fanfiction#arh i'm cackling!!!#zombie apocolypse au#apocalypse!john b#puppy!reader#outlaw!johnb
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Idk if you do good omens but if so azriphale and Crowley?
I do!! I love themmm
that was also requested by @dickesende, thank you for the kind words too!
#ineffable husbands#good omens#aziraphale#aziracrow#crowley#zombie kasier draws for christmas#I'm off to a christmas party but I'll come back to the prompts!
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Hermitcraft/Life Series as Writing Prompts pt. 1/?
#trafficshipping#hermitshipping#stressmonster101#geminitay#scott smajor#smallishbeans#witchcraft smp Scott#flower husbands#jimmy solidarity#joe hills#zombie cleo#gridoc#grian#docm77#martyn inthelittlewood#skizzleman#impulsesv#mcyt as writing prompts#fic prompt#my post
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Would Amity Parkers be Immune, specifically, to the Zombie Virus?
Cause think about it, they are all Ecto-contaminated. Maybe not all LIMNAL but at the very least? The closer they lived and worked to that Ecto Hot Spot? The thicker it runs in their blood.
And Ectoplasm?
Don't Play That.
Full stop.
What am I talking about? Basically, Yes. All the things. If it's a Thing, Ectoplasm would Prefer It NOT. Ectoplasm is corrosive AF. Aggressive AF. Will eat and eat and eat. And who would win?
Primordial Semi-Feral Plasma... or a virus.
Their immune systems are non-existent. Gutted and replaced by the goo in their veins. Virus goes in, thunder dome proceeds. Victory, as always, to The Goo. Which MEANS?
Zombies are just low-grade HIGHLY SHITY ghosts to them. Probably the result of someone fucking around with crude, man-made Ectoplasm in a disease research facility. These guys are knockoffs of the most OBNOXIOUS variety. But unfortunately... there are a lot of them.
Bummer :/
So like? Everyone's all "oh no! You've been bitten! Oh woe is you!" And they're just like " D:> MY SHIRT! That was my LAST CLEAN SHIRT! Those BASTARDS!" Because?
Lol. What's a bite gonna do? Give um, at WORST, a mild fever for like an hour?
You guys, however! Should get behind the barricades! Let us handle this! Shoo, shoo! It's not SAFE for you! Don't worry, we brought miss Lunch Lady. Dinner's in 5. And the Yetis are already dead, so they're fine!
Anyway~☆ *violent swing* *takes a zombies head off*
@hdgnj @hypewinter @lolottes @ailithnight @babbling-babull @nerdpoe
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buddie + zombie apocalypse au
(9-1-1 // gif prompts)
#911edit#buddieedit#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#911#911 fox#911 on fox#zombie apocalypse#au#buddie au#gif prompts#vicgifs
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