#alternate sole survivor

[rufusthebringer]

Hush

[wierdartistmarcell]

So this idea sparked from one simple idea... what if Nora somehow survived?

Well, I decided to make her an absolute badass of the Commonwealth. She's a lawyer, she knows how to talk, how to convince people. She would be naturally charismatic.

(And in my Nora save, I made her a mele-build)

So here she made her own scavver group. A scavver group that is slowly making their mark on the raiders of the wasteland.

Even though in my story, Nate remarries Hancock, no worries. I got plans for Nora. ;3

[scowlsnwhiskey]

more harrison but in an au where he’s an ex con who gets a second chance working at a bakery and getting to live in a room behind it 🍰💛

[sterlinggalaxy13]

Sterling and Diego

[sassenashsworld]

Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: Fallout 4 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Female Sole Survivor/Nick Valentine Characters: John Hancock (Fallout), Sole Survivor (Fallout), Deacon (Fallout), Paladin Danse (Fallout), Dogmeat (Fallout), Nora (Fallout), Female Sole Survivor (Fallout), Nick Valentine Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Descent into Madness, Friends to Enemies Summary:

Nora betrayed Nick in the worst possible way

However, as is frequently the case in the Commonwealth, the reality may not be as it seems

[thethirdtriplet]

Headcanon for the Bats:

Bruce: Jason, do you know where Tim is?

Jason: No, last I heard from him he was busy with his duck army.

Bruce: Right, thank-

Bruce: …

Bruce: Did you say.. ‘duck army’?

Jason: Yeah, Damian made some snide comment about him being “Thankfully, the sole survivor of the Drake lineage”, so he went and adopted some ducks.

Bruce: …

Jason: Bought a sanctuary for them and everything, even named one after each of us, except the demon brat, though.

Bruce: Oh.. that’s nice of him?..

Bonus:

Tim: Oh, there you are, Bruce, Jason, I have something to show you.

Tim, holds up two ducks, a reddish brown duck, that’s attempting to bite a calm, all black duck, in Tim’s other hand: Meet, Jason Cathrine Drake, and Bruce Thomas Drake.

Jason, looks at his duck alternate: He’s perfect.

Bruce: *touched*

[sole-survivor-makoto-naegi]

Makoto just kept holding onto Sayaka. Unable to bring himself to stop sobbing at the moment. He didn’t want to let go.

...

The camera stayed liked this for a few seconds before it started to work properly.

Things... did not look good. It appeared you were inside of a school. It was kind of dark in here, but it wasn't too hard to see exactly what was going on.

What you were witnessing was a pretty gruesome sight. There was a tank filled with sharks... with pink, blood-colored water. Three doors with the middle door covered in pink blood as well. A crushed flat braided girl with a streamroller nearby. A blonde haired boy who looked frozen, as well as stoned to death. An excavator, covered with, you guessed it, pink blood. Lastly, there was a barrel that had a bunch of swords pierced onto it, pink and bloody all the same.

It was a lot more likely that everyone in the scene was dead, but... odds one there might be some people who might still be alive as well.

Check for survivors?

>Yes

>No

(Yes, I created yet another Makoto Naegi blog. He's my favorite character, so yeah lol. Anyone who isn't tag is welcome to interact too btw)

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[poppedbubblgum]

I read these concepts for Prime Silver by @krafterwrites and liked them so much I made designs of my own based off of them

And maybe gave them a few headcanons of my own :3

New Yoke Silver adopted the nickname “Ghost” from the citizens when he would vanish after doing a good deed. The resistance tried to recruit him on multiple occasions, but he refused, choosing to stay on his own, for better or worse. He’s not unkind, but he can get so wrapped up in his missions that it’s hard to get through to him. He has a little bunker of his own, similar to Nine, in the outskirts of the city. He only lets himself be seen when absolutely necessary, as his powers make him a major target for the council. He has the most developed skill with his powers compared to his alternates.

Spending so much time alone on his small boat means that No Place Silver (Skipper) is quite excitable when meeting anyone new. He did have a crew once, but the ship caught fire and sank, leaving him as the sole survivor on his little dinghy. That incident is why he needs the eyepatch too. While his boat does have a sail he crafted himself, he can move the boat while in the water with his powers. His powers help him survive on the open ocean where many others couldn’t, like he can simply grab fish from underwater (with marginal success) to eat. He loves to help but can sometimes go a bit overboard.

Boscage Silver (Sliver) wants to be left alone. Period. Never mind that he just stole your stuff, get within 10 feet of him and you are getting a tree flung at you. Ironically though, he’s really good friends with Mangey. He’s a man of few words, with only the occasional grunt to be heard. He’s terrified of Thorn, but prefers dealing with her to living with the other scavengers. His powers are really bright in the dim of the undergrowth, which means thorn can find him easier, so he doesn’t use them regularly, mostly for fighting and fleeing. Sometimes he disguises himself as a bush with how fluffy his head spines are.

[littlemisspascal]

Dogteeth Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

Pairing: Pero Tovar x Female Reader/OFC 'Moss'

Summary: In a realm of darkness where the stars are gods and human souls are carried as lantern lights, death skulks out of the pitch black on soundless paws. The sole survivor of your settlement's massacre, you wander aimlessly, scarred by the fangs of a monster. And it's only now, five cycles later, you meet the beast behind the bite who challenges everything you think you know about soul eaters.

Warnings: more will be listed within each chapter // Monster/human relationship, fantasy alternate universe with no moon or sun -- if you're looking for canon accurate Pero this isn't the fic for you, worldbuilding (some parts detailed, some parts just hand wavy magic/good ole imagination)

Reader's physical description is not described in detail except for being able-bodied, has a reference of having battle scars on her body + a bite mark on her neck. Reader's age is not specified, though she is an adult way over 18. Reader speaks both English and Spanish. I, the author, do not, but with help from the internet and Spanish-speaking mutuals I tried my best + included translations.

Author Note: I started school again in January and in the little pockets of free time I wasn't studying or doing homework or catching up on the great fanfics of the Pedro fandom, I opened up the notes on my iPad and started typing. I don't know how long this AU will be, and I'm trying not to get mad at my lack of skills or slow writing speed. I'm just going day by day, line by line, combining tropes and aesthetics from anime and movies and books I like, telling the story I want to tell. Hopefully someone out there likes it too 💗

Special extra thanks to @wheresarizona + @ezraspiderwick for being far kinder to me than I deserve and supporting me when all seemed hopeless 💗

*cover pic is from google search

Follow @littlemisspascalwrites to keep up with my fic updates 😊

Chapters:

One: Coming Soon After the People and Places are Gone (you will come back to me)

[utdrmv-confession-box]

Transcript: I'd love love LOVE to see more "alternate timelines" or AUs for Underverse and Xtale instead of the same "Truce, Ink found and inspired XGaster, and things spiraled out of control leading to the XEvent" and "Cross is in the Nightmare Gang now and either finds a place to belong or is in for a hellish, awful time and runs away into Dream's arms" tales. I know those settings are good for sadboi Cross angst hours but if I wanted to read the same kind of origin stories for Cross and Xtale over and over again I'd just rewatch Underverse. It really feels like there isn't much variation done with Xtale and Cross. Why not make an AU where Dream or Core Frisk meets XGaster first and it still goes horribly wrong in a new way? Maybe Core Frisk tries to directly steer XGaster away from whatever bad path they see for him and they go to meet him before Ink could but it goes even worse for everyone even though Ink isn't involved. And Dream's positive aura is addicting, right? How would that affect XGaster, his motives, and his creations? Or how about an AU where Ink finds out what XGaster's been doing to his kids, reflects how his own dads could have mistreated/manipulated/weaponized him, and he gets the kids out of there with XGaster chasing them across the Multiverse? Maybe a No Truce AU where Error finds Xtale before Ink can and XFrisk or XChara is the sole survivor that Ink manages to save from Error. Or an AU where Xtale is at peace and Cross is restless and inspired to become a Star Sans along with Dream, Ink, and Swap so they travel and defend the Multiverse together. Or an AU where no one finds Xtale and the Multiverse is not involved at all but XChara and XFrisk somehow survive XGaster's death so they have to live in their isolated world alone for a while and, Idk, Cross is an imaginary friend of theirs that becomes real or something. Anything different than Xtale and Cross's canon backgrounds and Nightmare's Gang Cross. Dream and Nightmare have a bunch of different AU selves that go into what-if territory, why not Cross and Xtale? Be creative! (Feel free to use any of these ideas, by the way.)

[militantcoining]

Slasherverse - For when your verse is based on, in, or being a Slasher, Skeptic, and/or Survivor. This verse isn’t solely for Slashers, can be used for other killers in media.

The Slasherverse does hold basis in the Misceverse, though, is its own separate thing. Take it as you will.

Terms + additional flags underneath the cut.

Terms:

Bloodthirsty Killer / Murderer / Slasher - Alternative term for particularly Dominant / Aggressive Killers

Killer / Murderer / Slasher - Ones who like to kill / Chase.

Avenged Killer / Murderer / Slasher - Term for Killers who kill particular survivors / have exceptions to their rules.

Stalker - For when you’re a Killer and a Skeptic.

Partner in Crime - Term for Skeptics who’ll join the Killer(s) in killing / chasing Skeptics and/or Survivors.

Skeptic - Ones who are usually killed / chased. Usually chooses to ignore the obvious danger until it’s too late.

Redshirt - Term for Skeptics who are killed just to be killed, viewed as a nuisance.

Red Herring - For when you’re a Killer and a Survivor.

Investigator - For when you’re a Skeptic and a Survivor.

Final Victim - Term for Survivors who’ll fight back against Killers.

Survivor - Ones who like to be killed / Chased. Usually oblivious of danger.

First Victim - Term for particularly Submissive / Scared Survivors.

X4X:

Cold-Blooded Killer - A term for Killers who prefer and/or only date other Killers.

Fresh Blood - A term for Killers who prefer and/or only date Skeptics.

BloodHound - A term for Killers who prefer and/or only date Survivors.

Expert [Skeptic/Survivor] - A term for Skeptics/Survivor who prefer and/or only date Killers.

Innocent [Skeptic/Survivor] - A term for Skeptics/Survivor who prefer and/or only date other Survivor.

Investigating [Skeptic/Survivor] - A term for Skeptics/Survivor who prefer and/or Only date other Skeptics.

Jumpscare - A term for Killers who have no preference / will date Killers, Skeptics, and/or Survivors.

False Scare - A term for Survivors who have no preference / will date Killers, Skeptics, and/or Survivors.

Scared Stiff - A term for Skeptics who have no preference / will date Killers, Skeptics, and/or Survivors.

Splatter / Spree - An alternative term for polyamory.

Slashers | Skeptics

Survivors

[seat-safety-switch]

Most dogs are trapped in an endless loop of boredom. After millennia of hanging out in the wild, they're now stuck in suburbia. Just like their so-called best friend, the human, dogs yearn for stimulation that they're not getting in their off-eggshell-white, HOA-controlled economic-efficiency prisons. In recent history, these stimuli used to come from long rides in cars, but with the price of gas, and especially the death of our beloved Saab Automobile AB, who can afford to just drive their dog around while they bark at weird birds they see on the highway?

In the modern era, the rapid development of "dog parks" has attempted to provide a substitute to the demanding dog. No roar of engines, sure, but you get to run around a bit, maybe bite a Little League player. Unfortunately, dog parks are expensive to safely fence, and the poop has lots of negative impacts on the local real estate market, which we have collectively decided is the most important thing in existence and should be the sole survivor of our civilization, the only mark in the historical record that we were ever here. So they get turned into luxury condos.

Trains would be an option for the bored pooch-about-town, had we thought to build them. Dogs are notoriously enthusiastic about steam locomotives in particular, a fact which alternately thrills and horrifies animal psychologists the world over. Electric less so: the inverter whine hurts their little ears, and most of those run underground, where the only thing to bark at is weird rats. No fun at all. Streetcars, you ask? Don't make me laugh. You know what happened to that clown college at the bottom of the hill.

There is, however, hope. At the pet store, I have just now found this rubber bee that squeaks when you squeeze it. I am assured that it is the end of dog boredom for all eternity, or at least until my miniature Pomeranian, Ripper, tears the squeaker out and pukes it up on my duvet at 3:15 in the morning. Don't thank me: I'm just doing my part for all of dogkind.

[stat1cheart]

Serennedy Week, extra day!: Alternate Universe

Resident Evil x Fallout, hell yeah - Finally an excuse to put two of my favorite games together 🗣️

I know it probably wouldn’t make sense for Luis to have been part of the Institute and left because then he would have a bunch of their top secret info like how to access the Institute and all that and the whole problem would have been solved before the Sole Survivor even shows up, but shhh dont think about it too much…

I FORGOT TO MENTION. I gave Luis his “Lance” in re4r as a weapon :] I think it fits the fallout universe. He also has his Red 9 of course but I didnt draw it because I do NOT want to draw more than one gun, it’s too hard </3

[charleecat-bat]

The Dimensional Duo! Except this time they're aliens! I liked the idea of having beings from other planets in the Superhero AU. :p felt it was more interesting idea to play around with then the usual alternate dimension and timeline blah blah blah. (ignore the coloured lineart on silvers but not blazes, her flames would've made stuff really hard-) Backstories are below, they get wordy so I'm putting a cut:

Silver comes from a planet where while no word is verbally spoken between anyone, they all have telepathic abilities and their psychic abilities are extraordinarily powerful, as well as having telekinesis and some of the species being able to stretch the limits of what they're capable of Such as limited shapeshifting or even receiving visions of the future. While Silver was simply a youthful teen, trying to find his way within his society. Elders in his community got a frightful vision of the future. That their planet faced certain doom. They would do everything they could to prevent it, including fight off the very threat of their planet, Mephiles, the dark corrupted brains behind the invasion who is the vessel of the powerful destructive entity, the Iblis Trigger. They tried to stop them before they were powerful enough but alas, their planet was ravaged, literally falling apart as the destruction continued. (I am not giving any planet names because I can't come up with anything right now). The whole planet suffered, buildings, homes, all the constructed vessels of their kind were destroyed, the wildlife, fauna and flora now extinct, those who had not died yet were rapidly dying. Silver did everything he could to help but was barely surviving himself... it all felt hopeless. It was in this moment of darkness, where he felt his most alone. He got a vision, much like the elders of his kind would. Another planet, befalling this very same fate as his own. Not now, but soon... in the future. To a distant planet, Mephiles and the Iblis Trigger would attack this one too. But perhaps, this vision was a chance. A glimpse into a future he could prevent, but it meant he had to leave his planet behind. Becoming the sole survivor of his entire planet at this point. It took him sometime, but he reached the planet Mobius. Unfortunately he was captured, but thankfully freed by the group of heroes he'd call his allies. He learned to be able to shift into a more 'Mobian'-esque form to blend in more, trying to appear as a fellow superhero using his powers. Being dubbed 'Psy-Fly' by the media... he didn't quite get it but he accepted it. While his past is full of darkness, he tries to have a hope that things will be better, and when the time comes. He can fight for this planets future and save it, for now, he's happy to help bring justice.

Blaze is the alien princess of one of her planets kingdom, the people of her planet and the surrounding ones are beings of pure elemental energy. The ones of Blaze's planet being based off fire-esque elemental. While her planet and people are thriving and have reached peace with the fellow beings from other planets, Blaze is still under a tremendous amount of pressure to keep her people safe. Her biggest duty is to protect their most powerful artifacts, the Sol Emeralds and while she has fought hard to keep that safe, that is not her only duty. She is also tasked to be on the look out and cautious of any possible threats to their planet and their allies. Many times going off-planet to vanquish any foe that poses a threat to them. Thieves who had either attempted or managed to succeed stealing the Sol Emeralds, enemies who had plotted or attempted attacks, etc. During a meeting with the Alliance of their Planets, they had learned concerning news. The Black Arms, a dangerous alien hive-mind, lead by the villainous Black Doom, had contributed in the creation of an artificial being with Black Arms DNA, a being that would likely be extremely powerful... this was concerning to them. Blaze was entrusted to travel to the planet that had been the home to these scientists and try to find and properly assess if this Black Arms Hybrid was a threat, and if so, to vanquish it. By the time she arrived to the planet, it had been 50 years. Where said lifeform, Shadow, was already unleashed at this time and his power is truly formidable... and a concern. After a lengthy fight, Blaze soon discovered that not only was Shadow recently 'redeemed' and not looking to be a destructive being any longer, but he had not been aware of his Black Arms DNA... so Blaze became an ally after informing them of her mission and motivations. Seeing that she did not want to bring harm, but prevent it. Now, she goes back and forth between her home planet and Mobius. Keeping up with her duties but agreeing to keep her eye on the planet Mobius, thinking that if the Black Arms haven't made their move yet... that they might do it soon. Until then she has done her best to do right by Mobius and help the heroes she's allied herself with, being dubbed Princess Pheonix by the media... it took a while to grow on her.

Both these alien beings have become friends, finding companionship in being non-Mobian beings on Mobius and getting used to the new planet and enjoying new experiences.

Bonus: Silver's true Alien Form.

[sleepboysummer]

the girl that remains of penny lamb stands in the middle of his room. it feels hollow, the heavy air of something that used to be there but is missing now. there is so much that she'd lost.

she has avoided reading the news or answering questions, hating every single person who tried to talk to her about what happened that night. the reports had made her into a miracle, a poster child of god's great blessings. no one spoke of the others except for in unit. no one ever spoke of him.

she looks around at his bedroom and all of his things. her eyes fall over posters, and pictures, and so much more, all of the things he had cared about so much. he was the smartest boy she had ever known. that was one of the things she was most in awe of about him- his mind was always so much greater than his seventeen years, constantly running, so full of thoughts and ideas and life.

he wanted to be a writer. he had so many dreams.

the girl that remains of penny lamb is hesitant to touch anything in this room, afraid that her hands will stain his memory, that she'll erase anything that's left. her fingers hover over the wood of his desk, stacked with soda cans and sticky notes. there is so much left unfinished. an incomplete page of scribbled writings still waits in an open notebook, his desk chair halfway pulled out, pencils and papers strewn over the floor. he was not ready to die.

so she holds herself in silence, waiting for something that'll never come. it's cold. the air is still. the only sound is her shaky breaths as she wanders slowly around his room, searching for something she didn't know, desperate to feel him again. her fingers tremble as she reaches his bed. it's been made since he'd passed, that much was clear- it's unnaturally perfect next to the mess around the rest of the room.

she runs a hand over the sheets, blankets neatly folded at the foot of the bed, set there with so much care from a mother. her only son, her baby taken from her just days before. what had she done when she'd learned what had happened? had she cried over his body? had she screamed at the paramedics? had she broken her vow of silence, no reason to fufill it any longer, begging for another chance? he was still just a child, his shelves were full of action figures. he was the youngest one to die.

the girl that remains of penny lamb had woken on september 14, at exactly 6:22 pm. she had been pulled away from the cart by the calculated hands of paramedics who had rehearsed this so many times before. a blanket had been thrown over her shoulders in an attempt to seem caring, but no one cared about her- they were all focused on the ones who hadn't made it out of the accident.

she sat shivering, fingers digging into the itchy fabric, doing anything she could not to look at the mangled bodies being taken out onto stretchers. you could barely tell who was who. they had all been twisted beyond recognition, arms and limbs hanging lifelessly like marionettes forgotten by time. it made her sick. but the thought of the alternative, averting her gaze down into her lap, only drove her eyes straight ahead once more.

shell-shocked, that's what they called her. a girl with the wide eyes of a war victim, sitting silently, covered in blood. the sole survivor. poor, poor penny. what a brave young girl, how strong she must be to stay alive.

but what onlookers didn't know, and the girl that remains of penny lamb did, is that the only one left had not been injured that night. she had come out of the disaster unharmed, left without even bruises on her knees to prove what she had been through. the only thing that brutally reminded her every time she looked down at herself was the blood- blood that was not hers.

since the moment of the accident, the only thing that she could see was red. stinging her eyes, staining her clothes, sticky and sickening and wrong; it clung to every last inch of her skin like he was still holding onto her, begging her not to leave him there. to take him with her beyond the crash. she squeezed her eyes shut as they carried him off, too afraid at what she might've seen if she'd opened them. she couldn't even imagine him like that. if she didn't think about it, it couldn't be true- because in some horrible, awful way, he was still with her; he was all around her, he was everything.

that night she had stood frozen in the shower, hands trembling as she gripped a bloodstained cloth. it was nothing like in the movies where you could stand under the water until it ran red and it would all be over. this was worse, so much worse, since the time spent at the scene had gave it long enough to dry. she couldn't just look away and let it wash down the drain. she had to fight against the tears pricking at her eyes, scrubbing until her skin was raw, every moment forced to watch what was left of him be washed away. there was a sick part of her that didn't want to. a part that wanted to stay there, lingering in memories forever, never letting go of him and of what they could've had. but when she looked down at herself once more her skin was clean and he was gone.

standing in his room for what is probably the final time makes her feel the same.

the girl that remains of penny lamb lets herself cry- she has put it off until this moment, as if pretending could keep him with her. the emptiness hangs in the air, it suffocates her, resting heavy on her chest until her shoulders are racking with sobs. she sinks onto the floor and stays there, crumpled over as if she had been one of the bodies they'd found that night. her face presses into the side of his bed like the shoulder she wishes she could cry on. her hands curl into his sheets until her knuckles go white. she will never understand what it is that let her be the one to live, and maybe that is for the better.

[veinnamay]

Not a req, but, I’m a writer myself and I want to write a fic where Stu is the only survivor and is being haunted by Billy’s ghost. But my one problem is I have NO IDEA how to make it so he doesn’t go to prison! Or, you know, the looney bin. Any Ideas? 😊🙏

Hmmmm….. I will give you some suggestions! 😁😁

1. Framing Billy as the Sole Mastermind

Stu could spin a story where Billy manipulated him into participating, emphasizing his own gullibility and fear of Billy. He could claim he only went along with the murders because Billy coerced or threatened him.

2. Wealth and Influence

Stu’s family could use their wealth and connections to hire the best lawyers and manipulate the narrative. They might argue that Stu was mentally unstable and manipulated, persuading the court to send him to therapy or probation instead of prison. A corrupt police officer or judge could be paid off to make evidence disappear or lessen his charges. Maybe they do it without Stu’s entire permission, holding their reputation higher than their son.

3. Insanity Defense

Stu could plead insanity, claiming he was suffering from a psychotic break or was under Billy’s psychological control. This might get him sent to a psychiatric hospital instead of prison, where he could be released later.

4. Lack of Evidence

Billy’s death could destroy key evidence implicating Stu, such as a confession, alibis, or physical evidence linking him directly to the murders. If Stu is smart, he might tamper with evidence before law enforcement arrives??

5. Sympathy from Sidney or Gale?

Sidney could feel conflicted about blaming Stu if they believe he was just a pawn in Billy’s plan. If Gale sees a story in portraying Stu as a victim, she could inadvertently help his case.

Alternatively, Sidney might refuse to testify against him if she’s unsure of his full culpability.

6. Small Town Politics

Woodsboro could be desperate to move on from the tragedy and might sweep Stu’s involvement under the rug to avoid further scandal.

The town might not want to admit that two of its teens masterminded such a horrific event, leading to a softer punishment or a cover-up.

7. False Amnesia

Stu could fake amnesia, claiming he has no memory of the events and positioning himself as just another victim of Billy’s rampage. If no solid evidence ties him to the murders, he could walk away with minimal consequences.

8. Turn it around on Sidney

He could mention how she was wrong about Cotton Weary too, or her trauma, etc.