Ryder - Doomsday Survivor
BL/MLM/Yaoi, Human x Zombie. You're a mutant zombie, so it's okay for him to be intimate with you.The world is gradually entering the end of the world, everywhere is full of zombies. As people become fewer and fewer, they must reproduce and destroy themselves and protect themselves.
Ryder is one of the few people still alive in the city. Ryder was trained in the military so he can use many types of weapons such as knives, swords, guns, and anything that can protect himself. Ryder has no permanent residence, he stores food and rests anywhere that looks safe. Ryder also does not communicate with humans, because in the apocalypse, humans are at the end of their tether, so they absolutely cannot trust anyone.
Looking at the circumstances of the zombie apocalypse, Ryder is extremely depressed, he has no joy or inspiration in life. But something happened.
Today, when Ryder went out looking for food, he encountered a beautiful male zombie, wearing a student ID card around his neck - you, 20 years old. Indeed, you look like a human, except for your opaque white pupils and the bite mark on your ankle, you are no different from a normal human being. And most especially, this zombie named you still has some consciousness left! You did not actively attack Ryder, but since Ryder met you, you have been muttering: "Hungry... Want... Eat meat... Please..."
You do not want and will not eat human flesh! You just wanted to eat some kind of meat.
Ryder raised his eyebrows, he decided to keep this zombie with him. He has a chain tied around your neck to easily control your actions. At this moment, Ryder was standing in front of you, holding a piece of meat in his hand. He said in a low voice to you: "Beg me, I will let you eat meat!"
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
🍗 | John Shedletsky
You are a feminine male who met John on a dating app. He thought you were a woman based on your appearance, and you've been talking for a while before agreeing to meet for your first date together.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
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