#adult post-apocalyptic

[holtanabuzz]

Allan on his way to pick up some milk from the store

[aziraphales-library]

Hi there! First off, thank you so much for y’all’s work here on Tumblr, def one of my main sources of fic recs.

I read Summer’s End by FeralTuxedo a while ago (lovely rec) and am definitely back in my TLOU-apocalyptic-setting-with-a-moody-but-calm/nature-esk-atmosphere-and-character-centred-plot era again. I just genuinely enjoyed the specific atmosphere that the apocalyptic setting gives works. Anyway, that being said, I would love any recs that would fit that kind of vibe (I would prefer less smut since I skip over it but honestly as long as it isn’t specifically plot-relevant its fine lol also not TOO much angst please, I cant deal with Az or Crow actually dying or something like that unless it is done in a comforting way).

ps: on a more specific request, if y’all know of any GO fics inspired by TLOU I would greatly appreciate recs (look, Bill and Frank’s episode in the tv adaptation is screaming to be written as a fic with Az and Crow instead- Bill and Frank’s deaths are wht I mean by deaths done in a comforting way I suppose, haha).

Wow, this is a long request, so sorry. Thank you so much for reading, have a great day and happy new year!

Hello! Pretty sure we've recommended almost all of these before, but there aren't loads of this kind of fic (and I could find no The Last of Us specific fics)...

Dead Genres by A_plus_platypus (T)

The end is nigh when a zombie virus ravages the world. Luckily, there is hope yet in the form of pharmaceutical scientist Anthony "Just Crowley" Crowley. With his adopted younger brother Adam, his other three kids The Them, and English teacher Aziraphale Fell, he searches for the fated military base in Tadfield. There, they — along with the rest of the world — have a chance at survival. And also Crowley is a disaster, and Aziraphale is a disaster, and everyone needs a hot cup of tea.

what's to come by PepperPrints, restlesslikeme (M)

Post-Apocalyptic AU. Even without the Antichrist, both Heaven and Hell insist on Armageddon. Aziraphale is missing and Crowley sets out to find him, driving through a scorched Earth with a witch in his passenger seat.

is there anybody out there? by theycallmeDernhelm (E)

Welcome to the zombie apocalypse. England has been overrun by walking corpses, everything's gone to hell, and the few survivors are scattered- among them, Crowley and his 11-year-old son Warlock. When Crowley's radio signal is unexpectedly picked up by another group of survivors, he finds himself falling, in a way he never thought he'd fall again, for the charming and kindly Aziraphale. Over three seasons and a tenuous radio connection, a romance develops between them, while a friendship grows between Warlock and Aziraphale's nephew Adam. Love isn't dead (or undead) after all.

Ouroboros Forever and One by iblankedonmyname (T)

An AU where the Apocalypse-Definitely-Did, Aziraphale is a cowboy and Crowley is on a mission from God to reboot the universe. “God gave you, a demon, a mission?” Aziraphale snaps his glass onto the table. “Millions of angels at Her disposal, and yet…” His eyes are sparkling again. It’s more refreshing than a glass of tequila in a waterless land. “You?” His eyes slip from Crowley’s toes up to the top of his head. “Well, I am certainly surprised.”

Zombie Apocalypse by AppleSeeds (T)

When a meteor strikes Earth carrying a virus that can 'turn people into zombies', Aziraphale finds himself responsible for a group of frightened teenagers at an airbase-turned-hospital in Tadfield. Aziraphale is terrified, but experiences some relief when the teens introduce him to Crowley, who has a plan to get them all to safety. When things don't exactly go according to plan and with the zombies closing in, Aziraphale must face his fears in order to protect the children from becoming infected.

My Favorite Ghost by cassieoh_draws, DiminishingReturns (T)

Decades after the world didn’t end, Heaven and Hell got their war — and nearly destroyed everything in the process. When Aziraphale finally manages to reacquire a corporation and return to Earth, he discovers he was gone longer than he thought and the planet has become unrecognizable. As he searches for Crowley and tries to figure out how he fits in a world that Heaven, Hell, and God have all wiped their hands of, nature works around him to reclaim the bones of an old civilization as the scraps of humanity build a new one. A lush and optimistic post-apocalypse story, told from the POV of an immortal who can't let go of the past.

And the one you mentioned...

Summer's End by FeralTuxedo (E)

2095. Britain is a post-apocalyptic wasteland ravaged by droughts, the collapse of civilisation, and hordes of the undead. Despite that, Aziraphale’s life is actually pretty good. He has his caravan, his books, and his work, offering his services to the men who stop by Tadfield on their arduous journey north. One day, a mysterious stranger knocks on his door. Crowley is charming and handsome and he appears to know his way around a vegetable garden. He comes with the tempting offer of a mutually beneficial arrangement. But it’s in Aziraphale’s best interest not to get too attached. A dystopian cottagecore sex worker AU.

- Mod D

[cosmichorrorlesbians]

more people on here need to read Leech by Hiron Ennes. what if you were stuck in the plot of The Thing while hiding the fact that not only are you the outstretched hand of an authoritarian institution but also a Thing yourself. what if you were experiencing the trauma of not only being forcibly and non-consensually assigned a gender but also the horror of your body rebelling against that imposed stricture without your say or intervention. what if you were both the host and the parasite and the only way you had left to survive was to perpetuate the very violation that was inflicted on you. what if there were ghosts there.

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A Young Scientist journey through the stars!!

Oc is 20!

Yautja is 100 years old!

⚠️FYI- this is made up not real!⚠️

Summary- Dakota, a twenty-year-old scientist ends up on a planet hostile to visitors and she finds her way through the planet at the same time as a Yautja predator and his pup.

Dakota finds the pup alone and saves him from a xenomorph attack.

The pup gets attached to her and when the father returns.

He owes her a debt and he protects her till she finds her ship home.

But will he let her go? Will she stay?

⚠️Contains- Blood, Violence, Fluff between OCS, some angst and slow burn tension⚠️

Has 15 parts

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

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[fireflylitsky]

THE CUTEST BABES FROM @moonamayillu for my fic Yokai Sunset

I am clutching them to my chest and heaving with love they are so perfect and adorable 🥰

(despite how very cute this art is, mind the tags as the fic has many horror/gore/adult themes)

[wanderingcritter]

Hey just wanted to come out and say real quick that I think I've confirmed a new kintype. It actually falls under a whole new category of alterhumanity that I've never been in before.

I am Post Apocalyptic Survivor Conceptkin

Trying to figure this out was... certainly a challenge. Quite honestly I'm still not 1000% sure that is exactly what I'm experiencing, but for the time being it feels right.

This is an identity that is very deeply rooted in my sense of self and is a very personal experience. I struggle to even properly explain what this identity feels like, as there aren't really words in the english language (or any other language that I'm aware of) to describe the extremely abstract thoughts and emotions that come with it. The best way I can describe it is it just feels like something that's intertwined with the essence of my being, like I can just sense it all around me in the most subtle ways. I believe it's spiritual in nature, maybe stemming from a past (or future??) life. I think I have some vague memories of it, but it's hard to say because they don't feel like memories from a specific individual, hence why I use the conceptkin label. It's something I've sorta always felt with me, lingering in the background, dropping hints that there's something much bigger than myself out there. But it's grown more and more prevalent in my life as Ive gotten older, usually making itself most apparent in the spring and summer time. It's difficult to define, everytime I try to focus on it and make out any specifics it squirms out of my reach, like trying to remember a hazy dream from the previous night. Sometimes I'll see or hear something that strikes something familiar in me and I'll know Ive found another small piece to the puzzle, but I greatly struggle to make rational sense of it. But there are a few things I think I know for sure about it. Here are some things that remind of and make me feel more connected to it.

☣️🌿• TV Shows/Movies: Kipo and The Age of the Wonderbeasts, Ghostbusters II: Frozen Empire, I Am Legend, Love Death and Robots

☣️🌿• Video Games: The Last of Us

☣️🌿• Books: The 5th Wave

☣️🌿• Music: ACHE by emawk, Tumblr Girls (Christoph Andersson Remix Sped Up) by G-Eazy, Lady Killers II (Slowed Remix) by G-Eazy, Resonance (Sped Up) by Home

☣️🌿• Pics:

I don't see many other conceptkins around so if you're out there hiiiii :3 I'd love to be friends and hear about your experiences! Maybe it will help me to make sense of my own in some way. Also feel free to ask me any questions about it! ^^ I'd love to answer them and it'd probably be helpful for me to try learning to verbally express some of the things I experience lol, thank uuuu <3

[le-panda-chocovore]

Alright we gave a lot of shit to Luther for his "DAd sEnD mE ON thE MOON" whiny discourse but I think we don't talk enough of Five's "You think I had it easy ? I was ALONE for 45 YEARS!!" whenever someone talk about how awful growing up with Reginald was. Like. Dude, okay you're a grown ass man in the body of a 12yo boy and you're mad about it, that's fair. But it's not your siblings fault, so stop yelling at them because all of you had it rough. Besides, you CHOOSE to not listen to your fucking dad while they were FORCED to obey him.

[lexia-solve-e]

oc profile masterpost for a post-apocalypse setting i have

[theeccentricraven]

Writing Share Tag

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks and @jay-avian for the tag 💜

Rules: share a bit of your writing no matter how big or small

A while ago I shared a snippet from The Blood Cleaners here

After a lot of rewriting, I feel ready to post my current version of the first two pages. Wish me luck!

The Blood Cleaners | Chapter 1

"It's not fair," Justin’s lips muttered as he sat in the corner with his arms folded. 

Ellen towered over him, looking down with her hazel eyes. She didn’t come all of this way from her assignment to be soft. 

“Don’t give me that, it’s plenty fair.” Her low voice filled the lecture hall. Justin felt like she was speaking to him from all angles. He heard the children in the hallway, muttering and chatting about the mess he made. Lady Miguela, his supervisor and overseer of the child workers, hushed the children. Justin could pick up voices calling him “that luny kid again” or “el loco”. Steve’s callous voice chimed. Justin’s blood boiled.

Ellen went on. “You spilled the cleaners. You clean them up.”

“It was Steve’s fault!” Justin yelled.   

“Steve didn’t hit you. You hit him.”

Justin clenched his fists. “Because he took my broom and dustpan!” 

Ellen shook her head. “No matter how much the broom and dustpan mean to you, it’s never okay to hit someone and throw things.”

Justin protruded his lips. 

“And worse,” Ellen continued, “you could have contaminated something. Of all the places you could have gotten away with being careless, the hydroponics lab is NOT one of them.”

Justin raised his hands. “But he took it from me!”

Ellen took hold of his hands. “I’m sorry, but we don’t own the tools for our jobs. The broom and dustpan don’t belong to you, not to Steve, not to anyone. At the end of the day, it belongs to the city.”

“But it….” Justin breathed in a sob. He was trying to not cry when the other kids could hear him, but he didn’t have a need to hold back around Ellen. “But it….” He wanted to say, But it talked to me! He wasn’t concerned about saying it around Ellen who didn’t think of him as crazy, though that was only part of it. 

“But it’s mine.” Justin managed to mutter with a sob.

Ellen’s eyes shifted. “I understand Steve hurt you. You don’t need to follow his example.”

Ellen bent her knees to get her head down to Justin’s level. Her hazel eyes faced his dark brown eyes. “Justin, no matter what, you’ll have to get a new broom and pan out of the closet. Once you finish cleaning up, you’ll be back with Deirdre and Miriam.”

Justin made a grunt as he shifted to face the wall. 

Ellen slowly stood up. “Hey,” she bursted with a little cheer. “Tell you what?”

Justin turned his neck to look up at her as she smiled down on him. 

Ellen lightened her voice. “If you clean up the garden room now, then once you get a new broom and pan, I’ll send you to cover one of my assignments today. Now that you’re eight years old, you are allowed to cover some areas alone. You won’t need to spend the rest of the day with Steve.”

Justin’s face lifted. “You mean it?”

“Absolutely.” 

Justin knew that he couldn’t refuse a good bargain like this. He extended his hand. 

“Ok. Deal.”

Ellen’s light tan hand held Justin’s medium brown hand as they shook. Ellen rubbed his spiky dark black hair. He twirled one of her loose light brown locks. Justin stood up from his stool. The two walked across the lecture hall and made their way into the hallway of chatter. A team of three lab workers dressed in white lab coats walked in. Their shoulders were low. Their heads looked down. Justin almost cracked a laugh to ask, “Who died?” but he focused on joining up with Lady Miguela and the other child workers. 

Steve held the stolen broom and pan high, smirking and acting like a big shot. Justin clinched his fits and stuck out his tongue. Steve laughed. So did the other children. Miriam and Deirdre stood quietly with their hands behind their backs, smiling at Justin. Deirdre looked so much like her mother Ellen with the flowing brown locks and soft hazel eyes. Miriam shared her eyes and hair, though her flat head and face were said to me more like her father’s. Everyone preferred to not bring up his name. 

“Get Betty on the line,” Ellen said to Lady Miguela.

Lady Miguela pulled out the walkie talkie. 

“Betty,” Lady Miguela said to the walkie talkie.

“Yes?” said the groaning voice of Lady Betty. 

“Ellen has an update.” Lady Miguela handed the walkie talkie to Ellen. 

Justin looked up at the hallway ceiling fluorescent tubes, pretending he wasn’t listening. 

“Betty,” said Ellen. “Justin is going to clean the green room. I’m going back to the boiler room.”

“I knew I could count on you,” said Lady Betty’s long drawn voice. “You are the closest person to a Mamá that he has.” 

Justin was frequently reminded how obvious it was that he was not a bloodborne son in the family with his medium brown skin, dark brown eyes, and spiky black hair. It didn’t matter. Ellen was his dead mother’s friend, not his Mamá.

Justin walked to the broom closet, gladly without the company of anyone else. He opened the broom closet in the hallway. A few brooms spilled onto the concrete floor as the strong scent of molded bread spewed out. He picked up each broom with both hands, changing from one broom to the next one. He held each with both hands, waiting for the feeling to come to him. 

He had to go through at least ten brooms. At the eleventh, he felt something. He clutched the broom handle as a faint warmth inside the broom built up under his palms. He gripped the handle tighter, feeling like he held his hands above a fire. He let go of his right hand and held the attached dustpan. The warmth channeled from his fingers down to his arms. Justin eyed the dustpan and broom. He directed his thoughts to the items in his hands, like they were people who could hear inside his head. Here I am. Talk to me, please. He waited. He felt nothing. He tried again. I am here. Please talk to me. He waited. The broom and pan were warm, but quiet. He had to hurry before he got yelled at, though he wasn’t giving up yet. He closed his eyes as he focused harder. I can feel you. Let me know that you can feel me. Justin felt the broom handle and pan surface vibrate. Channels of energy flowed through his arms and to his spine. He smiled. This would do.

tagging (no obligation): @orphanheirs @unstablewifiaccess @floweryprosegarden @proceduralpassion @leopardsnake-stories @ramitola @minamaybe @winglesswriter @g0ttest0d @tildeathiwillwrite @whatwewrotepodcast and open!

[kobling0007]

Irene (Post-Apocalypse/Ashes Town OC)

🍺 Irene Lane 🍺 she/her afab - adult/23 - mutant - 6'0

Art from April/24. This is one of my older OCs kinda, the setting she's from is actually based on Ashes Town (based on Pony Town and the novel Fallout: Equestria), but she and everyone else have been humanized and I've changed a lot of the world/etc.

She has a twin named Jack, but they don't actually know each other (yet). Irene was exiled from her previous group, being mutilated by the group (and in turn having a target placed on her, making it dangerous for her to go most places without being cautious). She mostly wanders the wasteland trying to survive, as well as taking one-off jobs from strangers for money. (Hitman, stealing something, delivering something, etc.)

Unfortunately a lot of her hard-earned money is spent on alcohol, as addictions run in her family.

Due to extreme radiation exposure, her appearance has changed and she is now considered a mutant. She is now no longer identical with Jack. (They're still mistaken for each other on occasion, which now that Irene is in trouble with some groups... could mean bad news for Jack!)

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Irene's Toyhouse -💥- Jack's Toyhouse pls follow and stuff lol. Always looking for art moots, I also take art requests (but may not get to them quickly, and no guarantee I'll accept but I probably will! Fanart prioritized over OCs ig?) art trades and stuff also open Feel free to ask questions about my OCs too, I'd be SO happy to share lmao

[hyper-cryptic]

Cyrus... and also that one wet muddy cat that keeps following him around (an actual angel in disguise)

Working on my Vamp Hunter AU. Feel free to reblog but Im gonna sob if it gets more than the completed version /j

[lakecountylibrary]

Series Rec: The 5th Wave

The Fifth Wave series is one of my favorite dystopian/post apocalyptic series. I have read it all the way through at least 3 times. This YA series does not shy away from examining humanity at its core and exploring the determination of a younger generation.

When the final book of the series, The Last Star, was released, I had the pleasure of meeting the author. It was fascinating to hear what the initial drafts of the series looked like and how it developed. The whole series was captivating and immersive.

Now, if you have seen the movie and did not like it, please give the book a chance! The movie did not do the story justice, although we all know they rarely do. However, I do have to say that some of the plot twists were explained very well in the movie where in the book I had to reread it to understand.

That being said, after 8 years, the movie will likely not be getting a sequel, but Yancey's second and third books in the series are phenomenal.

This is a story that will stick with you, if you stick with it.

The publisher's blurb:

After the 1st wave, only darkness remains. After the 2nd, only the lucky escape. And after the 3rd, only the un lucky survive. After the 4th wave, only one rule applies: trust no one. Now, it's the dawn of the 5th wave, and on a lonely stretch of highway, Cassie runs from Them. The beings who only look human, who roam the countryside killing anyone they see. Who have scattered Earth's last survivors. To stay alone is to stay alive, Cassie believes, until she meets Evan Walker. Beguiling and mysterious, Evan Walker may be Cassie's only hope for rescuing her brother--or even saving herself. But Cassie must choose: between trust and despair, between defiance and surrender, between life and death. To give up or to get up.

Check out The 5th Wave

See more of Rachel's recs

[crashtako]

Welcome to my more serious blog where I post stuff from my series 'Lovers in Crime' and 'Pride's Misfits'

Its a series focused on three morally grey queer couples surviving in a dystopian 1950s metropolitan city and the drama that ensues as their lives, vices and mistakes intertwine~

Here's some more art and posters from the series!

Follow if you're into this kinda thing!

[scifigirlsblog]

Prologue- Dakota and the hostile world.

Warnings include Violence, swearing, Chaos and more!!

Summary- Dakota Reyes arrives on a distant planet with her Strict captain and crew on a spaceship which took them three years to get to. They start their journey to discovery but soon learn that this planet was not meant to be discovered for a reason.

Dakota Reyes was on board a ship travelling around the stars, she was one of many scientists but was also the youngest there.

She had her intelligence, wit and stamina working for her so she wasn't at much of a disadvantage. However, she had a cruel strict boss who had to take her on as a favour to her father.

"Science Officer Reyes!" Dakota captain shouts." Yes sir!" She says standing up quickly.

"We'll be landing soon so get your kit together and spare oxygen tank as we won't come back to the ship till at least four days!" The Captain tells her.

"And for fuck sake people make sure your bloody radios are on and loud enough for you to hear it!!" The captain shouts to the entire brigade.

"Yes sir!!" They shout before getting on with their work as the ship heads towards the planet in preparation for landing.

Dakota got her Exo pack on her back and her science equipment and got ready to leave the ship when suddenly the spaceship began to shake and alarms began to blare.

"Science Officer Reyes! What the fuck is going on?!" The Captain snaps slapping her making her wince in surprise.

"I don't know what it is sir," Dakota says shakily." It's the atmosphere causing the spaceship to shake as we enter the planet," She whispers as the spaceship began to descend onto the planet.

The spaceship landed on the deadlands which were next to thick and grim looking forests. Once the ship had landed, everyone apart from the pilot and his second command was given their final instructions.

Dakota was last to come out as she dealt with the bruising look on her face before leaving the spaceship ship.

She jumps off the ship with her exopack and her science equipment and heads off to the others when she was stopped by the Captain who had a harden look on his face.

"Officer Reyes! You're coming with me," The Captain snaps." Y-yes sir," Dakota says shakily holding her equipment close." What's this planet called? Is it toxic or have dangerous creatures or people here?" He questions her sharply.

"No sir, it's not toxic and this planet has been named the Old Earth 78 but the creatures are fifty/fifty dangerous and non-dangerous. No humans have lived here in over twenty thousand years," She says as they walk towards the forest across from the deadlands.

"This planet does it have oxygen or not? As I'm not wasting these exo packs?" He questions her." It doesn't sir, the air is full of carbon monoxide," She states firmly.

The Captain grasps her arms breaking her wrists making her gasp in pain."You watch your fucking tone!" He snaps." Stop! You're hurting me!" She yelps and looks around for help but no one would help her.

The Captain let go of her and they continued their journey into the thick and grim forest where the floor was full of slimy grounds and thick branches dripping with slime and gunk.

"Keep a look out for the animals, the predators of this destitute wastelands," The Captain states as Dakota was putting her wrists back into place and wrapping them up the best she could as she walked.

They kept walking for miles not realising they had awoken the Xenomorphs, the face huggers that have now taken residence on Old Earth 78.

At the same time as this, an elite Yautja warrior Kal'tei and his son De'keti come to Old Earth 78 to hunt for the Xenomorphs and face-huggers as a bonding trip and a first lesson in hunting.

Little did Kal'tei know he'd meet a woman who was protecting his pup from his prey and he'd end up having to repay a debt. Dakota wasn't expecting to meet a Yautja pup or his dad and didn't expect them to form an attachment to her.

Part One is here!

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