#Polypocalypse

[theflintverseblog]

So, I’ve been convinced to start cracking on this blog.

Hey everyone.

My name’s G, but you can call me Battler, Vik, or whatever you like, really. This is my writing blog.

While I may or may not take prompts in the future, the main focus will be snippets and scenes from my in-progress novels. There’s six of them, and I’ll be tagging which excerpts are from which one, so you can keep track of what goes where. The tags are #Magitek, #Weaver, #Minstrel, #Esper Game, #Polypocalypse, and #Station 22. I’ll give small explanations as to the content of each at a later time. This post will be tagged with all of them for easy navigation.

Please feel free to ask me any questions about my work, I’ll answer any I can, although much of the information is still in development and some of it is secret. Answered questions will be tagged #Q&A, as well as the story or stories the question applies to.

[battlersexual]

I don’t recall if I’ve ever mentioned it, but that last reblog reminded me that I have a similar story in base concept, called Polypocalypse. It’s more adventure than comedy, though, and based on religious apocalypses, not apocalypse movies.

[rainingskyguy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dr. STONE (Anime), Dr. STONE (Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ishigami Senkuu/Ogawa Yuzuriha/Ooki Taiju, former Ishigami Senkuu/ Asagiri Gen, Ishigami Senkuu/ Ogawa Yuzuriha/ Ooki Taiju/ Asagiri Gen, Ooki Taiju & Asagiri Gen, Ogawa Yuzuriha & Asagiri Gen, briefly Asagiri Gen & Ukyou Saionji Characters: Ishigami Senkuu, Asagiri Gen, Ogawa Yuzuriha, Ooki Taiju, Saionji Ukyou, brief appearance of Chrome Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character, Getting Together, Getting Back Together, A sequel of sorts to Rikamae's "We did WHAT?" fic, Unofficial Sequel, Polypocalypse, previous sengen, current yusentai, future yusengentai, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Forgiveness and growth, Second Chances, Domestic Fluff, Fix-It of Sorts, Rika made me sad about gen so i fixed it ig, This fic uses a workskin please dont hide it, So the texting can look pretty, also it looks like IOS but works like android, Any inaccuracies as to how iphones work will be ignored this is not Apple it's Banana Summary:

Senkuu and Gen bump into each other and—despite sharp words and hurt hearts—they try to mend the burnt bridge between them.

Gen's not expecting much, given how his ex was already in a happy relationship, but he cherishes these new friendships he's forging.

And maybe, with some luck, it might become something more.

[turquoiseskye]

Answer the questions & tag 20 people you’d like to get to know better!

I wasn’t tagged but I stole this from @elissastillstands​ EDIT: @interluxetumbra actually tagged me a bit after I started this. Some of the questions were answered up to nine days ago. NOTE: I filled out most of this like last June, and yes its January now. That only really pertains to time sensitive questions, like the outfit one. I'm still five four.

Nickname: Jackie

Gender: Female

Star sign: Aquarius Sun, Cancer Moon, Cancer Mars, Aries Venus, Gemini Rising...those are the important ones right? I’ve got a few other planets in Aquarius also I think, those lesser ones.

Height: Five four.

Time: Now? 4:50 PM, Pacific Standard. I was born at 1:52 PM, in case that’s what you meant (how else would I know my whole astrology chart?)

Birthday: Day after groundhogs day.

Nationality: Californian.

Favorite band: *cracks knuckles* Smashing Pumpkins, Radkey, Ramones, Type O Negative, Tool, Dead Kennedys, Rob Zombie, KMFDM, Jane's Addiction, and like I dunno brah I've been listening to a lot of Ministry lately.

[This question always makes me feel like I gotta answer as thoroughly as possible but that's too much to ask and people are just so JUDGEY about so many things I like and maybe it's because I've become friends with some of these sorts of people but I've just been really stressed out about it lately. I'm twenty six I shouldn't have to deal with this still.]

Favorite solo artist: I feel like I don’t really like that many solo artists because they don’t often fall into the flavor of sound I groove to (but perhaps I could think of more if I sit here long enough), but Elle King needs more attention, I love her and her whole debut album.

Favorite colors: Golden poppy orange, reddish orange, magenta, turquoise. The 70s.

Wearing: Aftershock 2015 Bear Flag festival t-shirt, distressed light denim shorts and sandals. It’s hot up here in Northern California, and I just bleached my hair, so I didn’t want to wear anything nice.

Last thing I googled: The hair dye I am going to put over the bleach, whether or not I absolutely need the developer (I do.). Update: My hair is mostly dark pink now. Update: 7 months or so later, my hair is back to normal. Also that developer is good for getting yellowing stains out of plastic.

Last show I watched: Haven’t been watching much TV, I was rewatching project runway with my boyfriend who hadn’t yet seen all of them a month or two ago, and I occasionally check back in with Steven Universe at work (it’s okay, it’s one of the licensed properties we have, it’s research.) OH WHAT AM I SAYING. Boyfriend and I rewatched the 10th Kingdom because we both loved it as kids and wanted to experience it again together. 

Last movie I watched: Two Towers, almost done. I haven’t seen LotR since it was in theaters, so I wanted to see if I liked them more this time around (I was 9, things were confusing. Also I think I forgot to wear my glasses when I saw Return of the King, that one is literally blurry.....heeeh.) Update: We’re on to Return of the King but it turned out to be the extended cut so not sure how I feel about that. It may have been Two Towers that was blurry after all. Update: I think it was most of Mandy.

Lucky number: I feel like every filled out one of these I read picked multiples of 3 or something so I don’t want to seem like an utter basic thief, but, you know, I WAS born on the third. 

Why did I choose my url: Turquoise Skye was my hippie name, this blog was supposed to be quasi satire, some pseudo hippie chick's blog. But then it turned out I was kinda a pseudo hippie chick in some ways, and it evolved into this photo inspirational exploration of all the sunny parts of me. (I have a blog for my moon side too. And Mars. The crab parts of me. See astrology question. And @decadent-devil )

When did I create my blog: summer 2011 right after graduating high school. I started this account and @blubbingbeautifully , my primary I can't get rid of, in 2009 I think.

What do I post: I've got a link on my main page that answers that question at length, although it may be slightly outdated. Doing all these asks and surveys is more recent due to the polypocalypse, I miss talking to people.

Do you have any other blogs: I have a link for that as well, either here or on aformented primary.

Do you get asks: when I do those ask survey things like earlier today.

Blogs who follow you: about fifteen hundred bots and half a dozen people I knew from polyvore. And my dad.

Average hours of sleep: 7. I commute an hour to work, I wake up at 5. Update: I no longer do this! But I moved just in time to be displaced by a wildfire! But my apartment survived! But there is no water! So I live with my coworker! And only commute 25 minutes. And I get the same amount of sleep somehow.

Dream trip: I'm in Italy and all I do is look at art and eat all day every say for about three weeks.

Instruments: Do I play any or which do I like? Because I play absolutely zero. And I like all the ones that go into hard rock. And the fiddle, which is the devil’s instrument; I have a fiddle weakness.

How many blankets do I sleep with: all of them in the winter, but at least one except on those hottest hot summer nights.

I don’t know enough usernames on tumblr so steal it from me if ya’ll wanna, it’s fine.

[thatonelazyumsomething]

polipocalypse

[martinloper]

DRAG - Reptilian Vapeshifters from Drag Board Co on Vimeo.

The forebears of the impending polypocalypse are already walking among us. Cold blooded, malevolent vapeshifting reptilians. They are our leaders, corporate executives, flesh eating, soft sliding, vape expelling humanoids in disguise. Trust no one. Stay woke.

stokefactory.com.au

[theflintverseblog]

Teaser for Polypocalypse

You know, if you had asked me yesterday what my greatest wish was, I'd have no real idea what to say. Maybe, a nice home, steady job, and loving wife and kids. Or enough money to last me the rest of my life. Hell, maybe a really good chicken sandwich.

Today, I know exactly what my wish would be. I want to find god and punch him.

In the face.

Honestly, the signs had been mounting for a long time. Most of us had been too stupid to notice, but the apocalypse gave plenty of warning. Natural disasters had increased, in different parts of the world. Our governments kept getting worse and more totalitarian, and most of us did nothing about it. And then, one day, it happened. Everything predicted in the book of Revelation began. The moon turned blood-red, and the doomsayers barely had enough time to say "I told you so" before the earth itself split open.

And then a giant serpent rose from the sea and wrapped round the earth.

I'm no biblical scholar, but I gather that wasn't supposed to happen.

At this point, nobody knows what's been happening. Nobody knows who's alive or dead. We've adapted as best we can, but things aren't going great. My apartment is gone, crushed by a pile of debris, and most of the survivors eaten by the snake. Right now, we've holed up in an old nuclear bunker on the outskirts of town. There's twenty of us here, and back in town... well, I doubt anyone outside is still around.

I checked my watch. It started about eight hours ago. At midnight yesterday, the moon turned. Two hours later, the serpent. It went straight through the middle of town, eating everything in sight. Now, all we can see is the middle section of its body, wrapping around through the center of our home. Before our radio died, we heard it was going in a straight line and was currently passing through Los Angeles. By now it could be halfway across the Pacific.

"Hey, Murph. You think we got a chance?"

I looked up. It was one of my neighbors from before all this. Never talked to him much.

"I really don't know, Bill. It's all happened so fast. I barely had time to grab the stuff next to my bed, let alone any food. We'll have to wait until things calm down to scavenge, and even then it could all be gone.."

Bill Burns nodded grimly. From the little I knew of him before this, he was a pretty positive guy. But this kinda thing changes people.

It was changing me, too. For the first time in my life, I was thinking of giving up. All my life I'd prepared for everything that could happen. I kept a shotgun by my bed in case someone broke into my house, I kept a gas mask for chemical attacks... most people called me paranoid, but I figured I'd be the one laughing when something bad happened to our town.

Well, something happened. And strangely enough, I don't really feel like laughing.

This was all so... big. People, I can deal with. I can stand up for myself, I can fight back. But how do you fight the world going to hell around you?

If only there was someone or something I could fight, something tangible, that would be great...

FEAR NOT.

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere, ringing in my head like a gunshot. From the looks of it, everyone else heard it too.

THE LORD SHALL TAKE THEE NOW. LAY THYSELVES DOWN AT HIS FEET AND KNOW HIS MERCY.

There was a pause, then something ripped off the roof of the shelter. We all stared at it.

The thing was... well, it looked... I have no idea where to start. I saw feathers, a lot of feathers. And under them... the thing looked humanid, but shriveled and thin. I could see the outline of ribs, with more feathers tapering off from the grooves, and its eyes were empty pits of skin. I didn't see a mouth anywhere. Its skin was pale white, and almost translucent, but around the creature was a golden light that gave it a tint. The one thing that struck me most was... all those feathers, but it didn't have wings. We barely had time to wonder what it was before we got our answer.

I AM HIS MESSANGER, ANGEL OF COURAGE. MALCHEDIEL.

I blinked. An Angel? Are you kidding me?

NOW, ONCE MORE, GIVE YOURSELVES TO HIM AND... WHAT?

I don't know what posessed me to stand up then. This thing was clearly on another level. Maybe that's what pissed me off. Who the hell was he to act all high and mighty over us?

"So, what? We go with you like good little Christian soldiers, end up in heaven, just like that?"

YOU WILL BE JUDGED BEFORE THE GATES. THE LORD WILL CAST THE SINNERS INTO A PIT OF FIRE AND REWARD THE RIGHTEOUS.

"Riiiiiight... Well, no offense to the Lord, but I think I'd rather take my chances down here."

The shelter fell into a deep silence. All eyes were on me, with good reason. I had just mouthed off to one of god's messangers, after all.

YOUR WISHES ARE IRRELEVANT. THE EARTH MUST BE CLEANSED.

"See, I'm just not into that shit. You want me? Take me. But I'm not gonna go willingly."

VERY WELL.

I gripped the wooden handle by my side and waited. As it turns out, it wasn't long. Malchediel's not-mouth tore open, bits of blood and skin hanging from his chin, and let out a ear-piercing screech before lunging at me.

I grinned. Perfect. Fucker won't know what hit him.

IN THE NAME OF THE LORD, I SHALL CLEANSE THIS-

The voice was cut off by a loud explosion. The angel reeled back, clutching at its face and staring at me in disbelief.

"What's the matter, Mal? I just want you to meet my lord. His name is Oliver Winchester."

Sitting in my hand, the double barrels still smoking, was a Model 24 that I had sawn the end off of. I reloaded and started walking towards him, still pointing the shotgun.

CHILD OF ADAM. YOUR FATE IS SEALED.

"Yeah, yeah. Save it, featherbrain."

I took another shot, this time for the center mass. But as soon as the shot hit his chest, the pellets bounced off like they'd hit a solid metal wall. Mal lunged again, this time with claws getting dangerously close to my face. I jumped back, but now my back was to the wall, and I didn't see him come around to grab me.

O LORD, TAKE NOW THIS WAYWARD CHILD INTO THY KEEPING...

Damn. What was the trick? Why did the first shot work, but not the second? I swung my leg and kicked at Malchediel's body. A sharp pain in my leg prompted me to look down.

One of the feathers had pierced my leg with that last kick. Damn, that stung. It was like a stab wound...

That's it.

The feathers. They were his armor. The first shot was a headshot, straight to the face. I planted my foot against the wall of feathers for stability, popped in another round of buck, and stuck the gun right in it's gaping mouth and pulled the trigger.

With the sound still ringing in my ears, I fell to the ground. Malchediel was screeching again, and I could barely distinguish it from the leftover noise of the shot. I quickly got up and surveyed the damage. The angel was lying prone, its fall apparently having left a crater in the floor of the shelter. 'Angel of Courage', my ass. The other survivors were huddled along the walls, staring at both of us with wide eyes.

I reloaded one more time and limped over to Malchediel, shoving the gun in his mouth at an angle. Straight towards where a human brain would be.

H-HUMAN, YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU...

"Just where does an angel go when it dies? I think I'll help you find out."

NO... PLEASE, MERCY...

I smiled.

"Fear not, asshole."

BOOM.

And with that, it was over as quickly as it had begun. I stood in the middle of the ruined shelter with angel brain coating the floor and wall. Slowly, the other residents approached.

"Um, mister?"

I looked down. It was a little kid, I didn't know him. Probably lost his family in the quake.

"Who are you?"

I smiled, and knelt down next to him. "Name's Gunner Murphy, kiddo."

Bill was the next to come by and sit with the kid. "Gunner? That a name or a title, Murph?"

"Can't it be both?" I asked with a grin.