#APOCALYPSE

[tigergingicat]

This story still makes me cry.

You’re a daycare worker, watching over toddlers, when the imminent end of the world is announced. It becomes increasingly clear none of the kids’ parents are going to show up as the end inches nearer.

[hellsgate-roadhouse]

Photo: spaceportsam

[existennialmemes]

Dress for the Apocalypse You Want, not the Apocalypse you have!

It's time to break out the corsets, the spikes and the clown pants or idk, whatever you're into, but let's get dapper with this dystopian nightmare.

[theressaicon]

m!Zombie x gn!reader part 2

„Every time you try to say something, it sounds like you're about to throw up."

„Ugh rghh..."

„That's exactly what I'm talking about."

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Despite the terrible cold outside, you wanted to spend time with your "neighbor." He was a good companion. He didn't talk much, but at least he tried.

Of course, there was the option of letting him in your hut, but you still exercised caution. You wanted to be safe... Yet you had no idea how safe you were.

Every night, Yellow would guard your hut like a dog. When he smelled someone with his super sense of smell, he would immediately go after them.

His attacks were easy to be heard. The screams of pain and aggression could be heard a mile away. It most often happened at night. Sometimes you wondered what his profession was before he died. Or was it just instinct? It was hard to say, but when the noise stopped, you knew you were safe again.

Every morning was almost the same. You always exchanged glances with each other. Now you even started to wish him good morning in words. Did he like that? Yes. Did you know how much he appreciated it? No.

You went to greet Mr. Yellow this morning. You ate some old biscuit for breakfast. „Good morning, Mr. Yellow. We've got a lovely day, don't we?" you greeted him. You meant it ironically. It was cloudy as always. The terrible cold gripped your bones and muscles, yet you smiled warmly at Yellow.

He gave you a nod in return. You both stood in silence, each on one side of the fence. Yellow made an exception today; he wasn't looking directly at you, but at the biscuit you were holding in your hand. Of course you noticed this change.

„You wanna taste?" you asked, slowly offering him the biscuit. He was very intelligent, for a zombie, he didn't want to scare you, so he set the slowest pace he could so you wouldn't be scared.

He slipped his fingers through the fence and carefully took the biscuit. Even though you were cold, he felt the warmth of your circulating blood even without touching you. You were fascinated by his caution, he was so gentle. You were impressed.

Yellow examined the biscuit for a moment, then put it in his mouth and began to chew. Then he grimaced and tried to spit it out. He clearly didn't like your breakfast at all. It made you laugh out loud... However you weren't laughing at him, he just awakened new feelings in you that you hadn't felt in a very long time. He was literally falling apart on the outside, but... his behavior... he was so cute. You stopped being too afraid of him.

„I wonder what you eat." you started. "I haven't seen you eat yet. Except for your attempt at my breakfast today." you gave him another warm smile. „DO you even eat? Like- at all?" Yellow quietly made a few sounds: „Egh.. oogh." „Uh-huh, alright." Then he put his forehead on the fence and started again. „Ihg... gouh!" You remained silent, looking at his trembling lips. „I.. gho!" And then it hit you. „Wait.. are saying 'I do'?" and he nods.

You took a few steps back and put your hand over your mouth in shock. „YOU TALK!"

Yellow only blinked a few times. Every time he made a sound, he was trying to talk to you, but you didn't understand him. On the other hand he was glad that you finally noticed. Although you had been taking it as a one-side communication the whole time, which is why you were so surprised that Yellow understood you.

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You started paying much more attention when Yellow "spoke" to you. You were patient with him, which he greatly appreciated. He was aware that it was difficult to understand when he spoke. But he was ghoulish and liked to take advantage of it.

For example:

When you were spending time together at the fence, or when you were doing something at your hut, he would calmly announce something like:

„Yurgh pfrrg-tuh." (You're pretty) Meanwhile you were like „Huh? What was that?" Then he'd bashfully pretend he didn't say anything.

His responses to your questions were starting to improve. He was nodding, shaking his head, and you could see in his eyes that he was thinking about the ways of answering. He sometimes tried to lie, but he was too transparent.

"Have you ever considered... biting me?" You asked, teasingly. Even though he shook his head, you knew he wasn’t telling the truth. Whenever he lied, his eyebrows were lower and closer together. The corners of his lips were pulled apart and his eyes looked almost scared. He could insist on his answers as much as he wanted, but you always saw through him.

It was this truth that Yellow was ashamed of. Yes, you would have been wonderful as prey, but despite his terrible hunger, he preferred to spend time with you. He couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to you. He hated the thought of him hurting you.

You asked him this question one evening. He was sitting with you by the fire, even though he was still on the other side of the fence.

You laughed for a moment at his attempt at a lie, but it didn't last long. His lying eyes shifted to honest ones, he looked at you like if he was looking at a holy image.

Carefully and slowly, he slipped his cold hand through the fence and showed you his opened hand. You were stunned, not knowing what to do at first. You trusted him and decided to place your hand in his palm.

Despite your first touch, Yellow didn't stop looking into your eyes. He loved your warmth, he loved your eyes, he loved... you.

He held your hand as if it was made out of glass. He rested his head against the fence and hummed contentedly. His own half-dead skin began to warm from your touch. For the first time since he became a zombie, he felt like he wanted to sleep.

You were already starting to think of an excuse to invite him closer to you, behind the fence. For so long you had tried to keep both the healthy and the infected apart, and now you would rather let one of them in as close as possible. It wasn't even a question of safety now, you liked Yellow just the way he was. You wouldn't change a thing about him, except for a little less mold and rotting flesh.

[the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus]

Looking for a Sirius (please. I need one)

Just another roleplay, right? (Heavily inspired by Reg’s moot @professor-scribbls hiiiiiiii!)

Welcome to the apocalypse.

After many years, the apocalypse is still going strong.

Two settlements within such a small area, yet neither knows of the other’s existence.

That is until one Sirius Black runs from the Black encampment, leaving his family and legacy behind.

That is when one James Potter finds him passed out in a tree while he is foraging for his own encampment.

That is when one Effie Potter decides to take in this young adult.

Why did this sound like the summary of a frickin fanfic. I have a flair for the dramatics.

Anyways, hello, my name is Regulus ( @the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus )

It is apocalyptic, in case you were wondering.

And Muggle Au. Their wands would’ve broken anyways.

Has Jegulus and Wolfstar

Let’s get to who is taken in each settlement

Potter’s

Remus - @wolf-in-wizards-clothing

Lily - @wilted-lily-flower

James - @searching-for-the--sun

Mary - @mary-of-the-wasteland

Black’s

Regulus - @to-be-a-falling-star

Evan - @rosesarered-shootzombieheads

Dorcas - @in-debt-with-the-dead

[apocalypse-polakiewicz]

chee fong

[avi-mation]

Apocalypse buddies

[twwcs]

bald and angy

im not even listening to the plot lmao

why bro so angy

[froopa-coopa]

seeing it through 🖤

[valiumbehaviour]

[eternocturnal]

[sunlightedcockroach]

[hellsgate-roadhouse]

[one-time-i-dreamt]

There was an apocalypse involving sharks that made everyone start living in boats and submarines, we also used islands for farming purposes. When I woke up I thought to myself - so we got attacked by sharks and our solution was to head out to where they live.

[myjetpack]

ROBOT APOCALYPSE 2030

my cartoon for this week’s Guardian Books.