#apocalypse prompt

[writing-to-survive]

#194

"We'll need to head south. Come on."

"Wrong direction, dumbass! South is that way."

[promptly-writing]

The apocalypse came and went without too many people even realizing. For most, it was just a bad year, not some world-changing event like everyone has been expecting. You, however, see that the world really did change that year, just not how everyone thought it would.

[krumsprompts]

prompt # 118

And in the eye of the storm, they found salvation.

[umprompted]

#176

The apocalypse may be imminent, but you have to 100% clear this game.

[asassydork]

I have not seen anything about shifters (multi-breed) at the end of the world, like immediately at the end of the world, soulmates to enemies to lovers, city-scape escape, turned cult/coven style mountain community. Sooo…. If you’re interested in this weird new genre I haven’t discovered yet, let me know and maybe I’ll post some of it here. 🤣

[stxrslut]

based off of this conversation with my beloved mootie @shellxrls 😚

“John b!” you breathe out, running up to him and jumping right into his arms, letting him support your entire weight as you wrap around him a distinctly koala-like fashion. it had become give or take wether your boyfriend would make it back to the shelter each day, and so the relief is always immense when you hear his familiar footsteps trudging your way.

you can feel his body actively relax the moment he comes into contact with you, “gotta stop lookin’ so relieved. told you I’ll always come back for you.” he speaks into the crook of your neck, beginning to walk back towards your camp.

“mmh.” you disregard the statement. “I made food… didn’t have any meat so we’ll have to make do with that old canned soup we found at the hide- hey what are y’doin?” you frown when you realise that as he walks with you in his arms, John b is slowly but surely undressing your bottom half.

“shhh… look sweetie—” he begins as he opens the door to the little wooden shack that you both make shelter in, “daddy’s had a real long day. right? need you t’help me out here ‘n be my good girl for just a little. think y’can do that?” he questions as he lowers you down onto the old mattress you’d managed to find a few weeks ago.

you nod as he begins to undo his belt, “yeah daddy, can be y’good girl,” it’s not difficult to fall into a more submissive headspace with the way he’s handling you.

he moves quickly, pulling your shirt off and running his calloused hands over your peaking nipples. he leans down to give you a long kiss, you get so lost in it that you’re taken by surprise when he pushes himself inside of you to the hilt.

“ohh!” you whine, arching your back, making him chuckle. “you like that?” he murmurs as he begins to move, the rough material of his shirt rubbing against your skin.

you whimper and writhe, at least until he gets frustrated enough to pin you down. that’s when he really gives it to you. he pulls his bandana out from his pocket and shoves it into your mouth, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

he ruts into you over and over again. you can’t remember how many times you’ve climaxed. your boyfriend shows no sign of stopping. you cry out the moment he pulls the bandana away “can’t any more John b! hurts!”

your boyfriend listens, at least you think he does. he pulls out of you and coos, bringing a hand up to stroke your hair “poor girl, this little pussy too sensitive f’me, that’s what you’re sayin’?” he raises one eyebrow and you nod. he lets out a little sigh before grabbing you by the hips and flipping you over “gonna have to put it in your ass instead then, aren’t I baby?”

and really, who are you to argue?

[bilosan]

buddie + zombie apocalypse au

(9-1-1 // gif prompts)

[princessbrunette]

zombie au rafe who comes to get his revenge but only finds sweet little doe eyed you begging him not to hurt you and he doesnt know what to do with himself<333 he would be so big bad and scary until he took one look at your teary eyes and and

-🐙

i think he’d wanna manipulate u. seduce u into turning against your people and being his mole on the inside that can help him. stroking your tearful cheek with the back of his finger as he looks down on u, all big n scary with his gun tucked in his waistband and his men stood behind him obediently …..

“you know what you did, beautiful?”

“w—what?”

“sided with the pogues. now that’s—” he shakes his head, squinting. “thats bad. you’re not bad right? don’t side with murderers do you?”

“they’re not—”

“i’m talking, alright princess?”

[the-writing-mobster]

| FRANSWEEK Day 3 — Shopping | Apocalypse AU | The Determined Dead | 🫀 |

* You tell Sans if he keeps it up, he'll attract an audience.

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@fransweek

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[writing-to-survive]

#179

"There ain't nothing wrong with crying."

"At this very moment, there is. We ran out of water two days ago. Crying is just going to lead you to dehydration sooner than later."

[cute-sucker]

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.

[krumsprompts]

prompt # 117

I think you'll find that the situation is a lot more complicated than that.

[ryoalouette]

Brain demands a dp x dc prompt.

So I shall answer.

Just recently there has been an urban legend. Every single night, without fail, in the same time down to the dot- there will be a specific radio channel that will transmit a bone-chilling message.

Help. SOS. Help. S C R E A M- NO N O- (And then a series of numbers, shakily said) (a sob)

This has started since about one month or two ago.

Tim has been notified by one Bernard, and searching through the Batcomputer yielded little results. Jason happened to be behind him when Tim was researching, and between them, there were several things to be noted. Speaker sounded young, like in the middle of puberty. 13 years old is probably the youngest estimation, 19 being the oldest. Male. Doesn’t seem like acting, the message sounds too real. Amongst other things, prolly, since. Detectives.

Time passes, and they got a pinpoint of location that was oddly blacked out by the government itself. Hm. Suspicious.

So Jason, the one who’s still legally dead, no one would look for him (aside from Batfam and some), no one has expectation on his image considering he’s legally dead, took off, maybe with his team of Outlaws or nah, to get to the location.

What they found was a ghost town with many scars in Midwest, and a shade (ghost??) of a young man wearing glasses and beret who would appear in the radio station of this small town to air his (town’s) plight.

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Deep Water Prompt #3150

Aliens began banishing their royals to our desiccated, apocalyptic planet. An ex princess turned up half dead in the wastes, hair white as snow, eyes black as coal, sharp tongue ruby red.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

enemies to lovers prompt where a zombie apocalypse suddenly breaks out, thus they have to team up in order to survive (and somehow it's just the two of them).

they soon learn then that fighting zombies is easier than fighting their own feelings which they secretly have for each other.

— from this fic.

[apocolypsekittyyy]

I'm home sick from school today and I'm having thoughts.

Danny Phantom Miraculous AU with Danny as Cat Noir and Valerie as Ladybug.

just Phantom nonstop flirting with the Red Huntress and her being uninterested...

but Valerie Gray having the biggest crush of all time on the godson of Vlad Masters, (Vlad Masters! the richest man in Amity!) Danny. And Danny being too focused on the unattainable Red Huntress to notice his friend's (rather obvious) crush.

Paulina also having a crush on Phantom, but she's more forward, flirting with him almost as relentlessly as he does with RH.

The flirting going over Phantom's head because did you see Huntress's flip just now? that was so hot!

Paulina getting anrgy at RH and starting a smear campaign against her because she's rich and can do that.

Or, alternatively, Danny's fangirling makes Paulina present herself as a fangirl in an effort to get closer to him.

you know. just thoughts.