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“When the world ended, mercy was the first to die.”
i’m gonna keep this short ‘n sweet; if you’d like to know anything super specific about me, you can check out this thread!
I’m currently searching for post-apocalyptic stories only: worlds in ruin, survival with teeth, and humanity stripped to the bone. it doesn’t even have to include zombies, just the end of the world and characters trying to survive the raw chaos that comes with it.
Likes
• non-con themes
• brutal violence
• gore
• psychological or physical extremes
Dislikes
• anything consensual
• older-female / younger-male pairings
• romance (unless it’s born out of violence/desperation)
“She was supposed to save the world. Instead, she became the virus he couldn’t destroy.”
She’s infectious—mind, body, and soul. Every breath she takes spreads the ruin he started, and he loves her for it.
Prompt:
“You’re the disease, sweetheart. And I’m the only one who still wants to be infected.”
She’s infectious—mind, body, and soul. Every breath she takes spreads the ruin he started, and he loves her for it.
Prompt:
“You’re the disease, sweetheart. And I’m the only one who still wants to be infected.”
“He found her locked underground, still breathing after ten years.”
She doesn’t know the sky’s been gone for a decade. He doesn’t tell her. Not when she looks at him like he’s the last man alive.
Prompt:
“You don’t need to leave. Out there, everything’s dead. In here, you’re mine.”
She doesn’t know the sky’s been gone for a decade. He doesn’t tell her. Not when she looks at him like he’s the last man alive.
Prompt:
“You don’t need to leave. Out there, everything’s dead. In here, you’re mine.”
If you’re interested please shoot me a message. <3
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