#apocalypse shifting

[jadeshifting]

— ♰  ༻ THE WALKING DEAD DR

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JADE THE SPADE . don’t laugh. i didn’t come up with it. before, because of my green thumb. now, because i’m a fucking menace with a shovel in my hand, and really no greater aspirations than seeing tomorrow—which may seem bleak, but i assure you it’s a fine way to live.

after the world ends, what’s left for someone like you? someone like me? when it’s really, truly, good and over.

it’s safe to say that humans have finally joined the circle—eating and being eaten. are we even still at the top of the food chain? i don’t particularly care, actually.

the end of the world ripped through the glitter and gloss of girlish dreams like a pack of ravenous wolves. a bunny in a den of foxes—it’s a balancing act between sugar and steel. the world’s gone grim, but i cling to whatever i can, hands reeking of blood and sweat and painted with silver polish. innocence not lost, just sharpened; a lamb draped in wolfskin, still soft enough to see beauty in the decay but clever enough to keep it from swallowing me whole. i stitch my identity from scraps, a patchwork of lace and leather, refusing to let the apocalypse strip me of the one thing i refuse to lose—myself

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WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE WORLD ENDED? (i know where i was)

★⋆. — the outbreak crashed my military academy camping trip like a bad joke with no punchline. one moment, it was knot tying and firestarting; the next, it was screaming, blood, and cadets turning into chew toys. survival instincts kicked in fast—me and a handful of others bolted while the rest of the group got torn apart like a horror movie cliché. i stuck to the shadows, scavenging supplies and dodging the undead like a ghost, my survival training doing overtime

★⋆. — when my small group’s numbers thinned thanks to panic and bad decisions, i was left solo. determined not to join the buffet or find my end along with the rest of the world, i continued alone, hopping fences, raiding cabins, and staying two steps ahead of death. by the time i stumbled into Rick Grimes and his happy-go-lucky group, i was half-feral, sharp as a switchblade, and carrying the weight of too many brushes with death to count

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— life was a glittering future on the horizon, and a brain full of ambitions too big for my boots. now?

the crisp order of my days is long gone, swapped for the jagged rhythm of scavenger life. ambition? boiled down to staying one step ahead of death. the pristine fawn i once was has learned to grow antlers—equal parts hunted and hunter, wide-eyed but feral, forever caught between innocence and savagery

who would’ve thought the apocalypse would feel like my second act? strange, huh? the world ends, and suddenly i’m not just surviving—i’m thriving. no crisp uniforms or barking instructors, no stupid ranks to fight for. just me, my dog, and a chaotic, gnarly world that somehow fits me like a glove. there’s something about the rawness of it all that feels honest—more honest than anything i had before. i can call my own shots without anyone telling me i’m too loud, too sharp, or too much.

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and the little things? they’re different… better, now. a decent meal, a sunrise, Pistol wagging his tail after a long run—they’re brighter, louder, sharper than they ever were back when the world was still spinning right. sure, there are days that gut me, losses that burn so bad i swear i’ll never come back from them, but there’s this gnarly kind of beauty in the fight, in clawing my way through it all and coming out the other side. i was built for this world, and for the first time, it feels like it was built for me, too

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SKILLS KEEP YOU ALIVE (if you’re willing to use them)

♰  ༻ SHARPSHOOTING . i’ve got an eagle eye and a steady hand—i’ll peg a walker (or a squirrel) from fifty yards out, no sweat

TRAP-SETTING . whether it’s walkers, wildlife, or unwanted guests, my snares are creative and borderline evil

♰  ༻ PICKPOCKETING . need a weapon, food, or a little “borrowed” lighter? i’ve got you covered

FIRST AID . i’m not a doc, but i can stitch, splint, and bandage with whatever’s lying around—duct tape included

♰  ༻ BARTERING . my haggling game is ruthless; i can trade a paperclip for a can of peaches and make you feel like you got the better deal

INSTINCT (WOLFISH?) . i’ve got a sixth sense for danger, reading people and places like a book with a big red DANGER stamp on the cove

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♰ “perfect traps, clean kills, no wasted movement. whoever did this is good. too good.”

HOW IS EVERY DAY THE EXACT SAME, ALWAYS DIFFERENTLY? (what day is it?)

♰  ༻ like a magpie with more orderly priorities, i scavenge all day, every day for food, trinkets, and anything remotely useful

diner dreams—i play short-order chef with whatever’s edible, whipping up “meals” that are 80% apocalypse creativity, 20% actual food (not sure what percentage edible, but it ain’t high)

♰  ༻ i braid my hair and clean my gear (even in the apocalypse, you can’t let yourself look like a total wreck. who do you think i am?)

keep my blades razor-sharp, practicing flips and spins to quiet my busy brain. i throw them and i hit my target

♰  ༻ my nightly routine includes gazing at the stars, wondering if there’s still a future worth fighting for. glamorous

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FOUND FAMILY? (first family. there was nothing before, either.)

finding a family after the world ended felt like stumbling onto an oasis in the middle of a desert—alien, overwhelming, and so damn beautiful it hurt. solo for so long, first by circumstance, then by necessity, the idea of belonging hit like a sucker punch. Rick’s quiet strength and Daryl’s rugged loyalty made them paternally carved out of grit and steel, grounding me in ways i didn’t know i needed. Carol, with her no-nonsense care and hidden softness, gave me a taste of the motherly warmth i’d long since buried as a pipe dream. and Beth—bright-eyed, gentle Beth—became the sister i’d never had, someone who made me believe in sweetness again, even in a world like one big sour gummy worm

♰  ༻ then there was Carl, all sharp edges and soft vulnerability. falling in love with him was like being cut by a blade i didn’t wanna dodge… like stepping into a fire i couldn’t put out—a blaze i’d protect with my last breath. the rest of the group—Glenn’s humor, Maggie’s resolve, Michonne’s quiet strength, Judith’s innocence—each thread wove into a tapestry i couldn’t live without

♰  ༻ raw, intense, and terrifyingly unfamiliar. this new family wasn’t bound by blood but by choice and survival, and protecting them becomes my creed, my compass. every scavenged meal, every walker killed, every sleepless night on watch—all for them—my salvation in a world that had tried to strip me of everything human. for that, i’d give them everything i had

ib : @/solanasreality & @/hrrtshape

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[thatone-highlighter]

I love you albums. I love you songs connected by similar themes. I love you listening to songs in a specific order picked by the artist. I love you reoccurring motifs throughout the same album. I love you album covers. I love you albums with extended editions. I love you songs that reference each other.

[himeshifts]

THINGS TO SCRIPT - apocalypse dr . . .

SKILLS.

— i never miss when using guns

— lock picking is really easy to me

— i am strong and can fight really well, even without weapons

— i can sense zombies from a distance

— i can easily use any weapon

— i have good first aid/medical knowledge and can easily take care of any kind of wound

— i can easily kill a zombie without hesitation

— i am very intelligent

— i am a fast runner

— i have a lot of stamina

— i am flexible

— i have quick reflexes

— i high pain tolerance

— i can survive long without food or water

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OTHER.

— using knives doesn’t disgust me

— i can only die bc of old age

— i am not afraid of heights

— i am immune to getting bitten or turning into a zombie

— i don’t get disgusted seeing the zombies, blood, intestines, corpses, wounds etc.

— i never get held hostage

— i never have to fight zombies when i am alone

— i never have to experience huge herds

— i don’t get any major injuries

— i don’t have to eat animals like dogs or squirrels, i always have normal food available and i don’t feel disgusted eating it

— my water is always safe and clean to drink

— when running for supplies, i don’t encounter a lot of zombies and never a herd

[succubustacy]

carl grimes

twd dr

[chirpsythismorning]

Joyce staying at the cabin with Hopper and El to keep them safe bc no one in Hawkins knows they’re alive. Will, Jonathan and Argyle staying at the Wheeler's bc they have more room and presumably aren't in danger like the others.

OH WAIT there's a witch hunt for the Hellfire club, which means all the boys are in danger from the townspeople. OH WAIT the boy who came back to life has returned from the West, the same boy whose assumed death jumpstarted this small town's curse in the first place! The same boy who apparently everyone and their fathers knew was gay...

THE END IS NEAR! THE GAYS ARE RESPONSIBLE!

+ Time jump early somewhere in between.

Now picture how that would look in an 8 episode story format, leading up to a final battle lasting about 2+ hrs, and that's loosely how s5 is gonna go down.

[kelpietheshifter]

Hope you guys like my Apocalypse dr cause that’s all you’re getting for awhile

[cosmicportal]

[mylittleredgirl]

love this lady btw. she’s in every c&c scene and i know nothing about her. completely unflappable in the face of Whatever The Hell. queen of just doing her job.

[musicandgallery]

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[monstermoviedean]

everyone dean cares about dies and/or dies and comes back wrong. and isn't that just the perfect way to torture someone whose whole thing is caring too much? give him someone else to love, let him get invested, then snatch them away. and if somehow they come back, they won't be the same. they'll be just different enough to be unsettling. just enough that dean can love both the old version and the new version, so that when the new version is removed from the board it hurts twice as bad.

[arthur-side]

Guitars!!!!!

Heh,

Well, doesn't Ben find it ironic. He's being forced to play an electric guitar, by Taylor.

He doesn't know how to play the electric guitar, not even a normal one at that!

Why is she so set on making him strum some strings?

"Can you try doing that, uh, 'riff', again, Ben?" Taylor asks, eyes sparkling as Ben struggles to even find the right form to play the electric guitar. Who even has the sanity to leave an electric guitar with a fully-charged speaker attached to it in the middle of the sidewalk anyway? This is going to attract a ton of zombies!

Ben tries doing the riff again, failing as both their eardrums explode from the awful sound it made, Taylor-

"Okay, not working, uh-" Taylor casually hits a zombie behind her using a crowbar. Ben blinks.

Then, Taylor laughs.

"This is absurd." She wheezed out, "Damn it, why are we even doing this?"

Why are we even doing this, Taylor? Huh?

"This is so stupid." Taylor covered her mouth as she looked at Ben, who was still holding onto the electric guitar with a sheepish expression. Her smile softened.

Gosh, she looks beautiful.

"Alright, alright, I think that's enough goofing around for today-"

"[Let's do this again.]"

Both teens went silent, Ben held on his phone on one hand as he stared at Taylor.

"[...Okay, weird, why did you laugh?]"

Taylor then smiles again.

"Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?" She tilted her head at him as he blushed.

What is this afternoon all about.

[jadeshifting]

i'm not sure if you already answered this buuuut i saw that you have a twd dr so i was wondering if you had ANY ideas (scenarios, advices, stuff to script) of how to make an apocalyptic dr (twd or not, it doesn't matter!) safe YET still interesting?

like i'm thinking about making a original one but idk if i'm keeping zombies/infected in (and maybe script that they're pretty much chill?? like they're there just for the vibe or something idk LMAOOO) or if i'm going with a "last persons on earth" kind of plot without any real danger (kinda boring maybe idk but at least it's pretty much 100% safe) and i'm/we're just exploring the now abandoned world, doing whatever we want kinda? aaaaa idk sorry i'm rambling!!! and maybe i'm not even making any sense omg

ANYWAY!!! LONG STORY SHORT: how to make a safe yet interesting apocalyptic dr? (and thx for your help<3)

hi !! happy to have another apocalypse shifter on my blog, i love a good apocalypse DR i think about them constantly

zombies there for the vibe & being chill made me laugh not them being background props LMAOOO but i get what u mean !! u could always script little things like they always walk, they’re not particularly fast or strong, or get rid of the concept of herds completely and script that they always travel alone or in small clusters.. maybe that their bite force isn’t all that strong and they have a hard time biting through jeans or other tough materials, so people wouldn’t be getting bitten through clothes as often. those are pretty basic ways to make them a lot less dangerous i think?

i vibe with the end-of-the-world exploring everything concept soooo much, i literally ramble about it in this post where i talk about the things i’m looking forward to in my walking dead DR, its a concept i love and one that i think could be so much fun with the right group of people, or intensely therapeutic and interesting if you did it alone !! don’t apologize babe i was born to understand your visions 🧘‍♀️

okay, so i’ve actually cracked the code to the apocalyptic multiverse… my secret weapon… to achieve an interesting but safe DR… the answer to it all… is under the cut… if u dare………

— LUCK :^) ( aka the secret weapon to surviving the apocalypse without getting rid of the plot )

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“I AM CONSISTENTLY AND PRETERNATURALLY LUCKY.”

cause that’s what makes things happen at the end of the day, right? you can be the most prepared, stocked up, and ready to handle the world, and still die at the hands of a creaky floorboard or an unlucky maneuver. that’s kind of what the apocalypse is all about—it treats everyone equally

being an uncannily lucky person influences things in a variety of seemingly tiny ways, ranging from small conveniences to life-saving occurrences :

⋆˙♱ a walker bites you, but it’s teeth don’t manage to get through your pants—so you’re fine

⋆˙♱ bullets miss you by a fraction of an inch, so close you can feel them pass you by—but they don’t hit you

⋆˙♱ you go through every pump at some abandoned ripped-through gas station, and the last pump somehow has a little bit left—just enough for you to get where you’re going

⋆˙♱ trekking through the woods and a rainstorm that kind of irritates you manages to wash away your tracks in the mud—no one can follow you now, and you didn’t even know they were

⋆˙♱ a vending machine you stumble across has one bag of chips still teetering at the edge, tucked towards the corner where no one saw it

⋆˙♱ you drop your knife fighting a walker, but it tumbles into the stream and you find it in the water a mile up the river—you’d already given up on getting it back

⋆˙♱ someone sneaking up on you happens to step on a loose floorboard, which groans loudly—it alerts you with just enough time to run or fight

⋆˙♱ your backpack rips, and you stumble across a mostly-used roll of duct tape not an hour later—there's just enough left to seal the rip

⋆˙♱ your group dismissed the old, rusty revolver you stumbled across because it looks so beaten-up there's no way it works—it fires clean on your first try

⋆˙♱ the rickety ladder you come across, one that groans and is horribly splintered, holds just long enough for you to climb it—it falls apart the moment you no longer need it

⋆˙♱ as a herd surrounds your hideout, a horrific storm rolls through and you think things could not get any worse—the pelting rain and roaring noise confuses and scatters the herd away from you

⋆˙♱ sometimes when walkers are chasing you, they trip over roots or rocks and they faceplant into the ground. ( maybe this one isn't even luck, walkers are fucking stupid )

this is a scripting tool i use in tons of my dangerous DRs, to circumvent getting busted up all the time

the important thing here is that the LUCK aspect doesn’t take away from the plot or anything interesting happening. you still get attacked or fight, get into sticky situations, have crazy things happen or follow the events of any show/movie you may be scripting for, but you’re lucky enough to walk out unscathed without it being some magical or unrealistic thing !! it makes it more interesting to find yourself consistently pretty successful, in my opinion. you stumble across cool things, escape bad situations and live to tell the tale.

sisyphus suffers for a reason, and it’d be the same thing in the apocalypse if you were constantly pushing forward and surviving, only for something awful to happen, and you to suffer a grievous injury or loss, over and over and over again. trying to make the best of things but taking hit after hit would be miserable, you know? that’s the biggest change i made to my DR that differentiates it from the source media (the walking dead for me) is that things do get better, and we do have good days, and we are working towards a peaceful future that we will eventually reach. a lot of that is luck, in my opinion !!

thank u for the message and happy shifting !! i’ll probs post some scenario ideas for apocalypse DRs soon, but in the meantime i hope u got something helpful from this in terms of danger prevention, mwah :^)

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[albatris]

on a scale from Nat Rentalcar Finch eating god in a fervent rage to Tris Atdao Greer embracing the monstrous with unrivaled kindness how well do you straddle the line between psychosis and apocalyptic divinity and deal with being a vessel through which terrifying energies are channelled

[kelpietheshifter]

Introducing My Zombie Apocalypse Life

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Abt me ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

"Marigold was born in Maine, raised in Tennessee, and the only child of her mom, Marigold Abernathy—the first. Her mom’s gone now, and four months ago, the world went to hell. Since then, Marigold’s been out here adopting stray wild animals and planting all kinds of weird plants she comes across. She’s not some ruthless zombie-slayer, but she knows how to fight, and honestly? You’d be lucky to have her on your team. " - "Z"

˚୨୧⋆ 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆: Marigold "Mari" Abernathy

˚୨୧⋆ 𝑨𝒈𝒆: 17 years old <33

˚୨୧⋆𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: American

Relationships ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Harpy the Hare, Harper Beth Abernathy "Harper is Marigold’s best friend—or maybe her daughter? It’s hard to say with Goldie. They don’t look anything alike, and there’s only a 15-year age gap, but in the apocalypse, who’s keeping track? Harper’s this energetic little kid who can’t sit still for more than a minute. Her constant hyperness sometimes lands her in trouble with the dead, but Marigold always shows up just in time to save her. I’ve never seen Goldie as protective of anyone as she is with Harper. It’s kind of scary, but also weirdly sweet. From what I’ve heard, Harper lost her parents right at the start—her mom first, then her dad—but she seems pretty okay with just having Goldie around. For now, at least." - "Z"

I'm sorry please don't go, E, Elise Rabery

"Elise is a total hothead. She showed up in year two, and for some reason, Goldie refused to let her go. Elise is 14, so there’s only a four-year age gap between them, but Goldie acts like she’s either her mom or some kind of wannabe cool older sister. Elise spent the first year and a bit surviving on her own until she found us—or them, I guess. Whenever I see her, she’s either arguing with Goldie or getting smothered by one of her overly affectionate hugs. When she joined, she declared herself the hunter and fighter of the group, and since Goldie hates blood and Harper can’t count to ten, no one argued. We don’t know much about where she came from, but judging by the nightmares she has, it’s safe to say she’s been through hell." - "Z"

"Z the Shadow Kid", "Z"

"Then there’s me, Z. I’ve been in love with Marigold for exactly two months, four days, and eleven hours—not that it’s a big deal or anything. I almost died at the start of the apocalypse. Not from one of the dead, or starvation, or sickness. Nope, I almost died of thirst. How pathetic is that? But Marigold saved me. I passed out, and when I woke up, I was lying in a bed in this massive farmhouse. She was standing there—dark brown skin, big doe eyes, and this wild paprika-colored hair. She had a baby on her hip, with hair just as fiery. The first thing she said to me was, “You okay there, baby?” Her voice was warm and sharp, cutting right through the haze in my head. In that moment, my past didn’t matter. Whatever I was running from didn’t matter. Nothing did—except her." - "Z"

[cosmicportal]

[eleanorandphantom]

Hallo!! I was wondering (if you're comfortable with sharing) if you shifted to your Mphfpc children dr yet? I'd love to hear about it if you have :]. I haven't shifted to mine yet so I'd love to hear about what that universe is like. (Or any universe if you have another one you've shifted to).

eeek!! Thank you for asking :0

(This will be pretty short explanation cuz I’m currently at the hospital rn so I can’t write much, but I can post more about it later!)

So unfortunately I have not fully shifted there yet, but I have had times where I was partly there physically that I wasn’t aware of! I haven’t tried shifting in general in a while because of mental health reasons but I’m hoping to get back in the loop of it soon (catch the reference 😉)

I have shifted to other places though!

One of the first times I tried shifting (wayyyy back when) I accidentally shifted to attack on titan. It was terrifying. GOSH IT WAS AWFUL

I was there for like 2 seconds but it was utter chaos, I won’t even explain how bad because it would probably be too graphic

I also shifted to my apocalypse DR (it takes after the apocalypse is over and it’s really beautiful because natural took over everything, very lovely and non dangerous version) it was very relaxing being there, I didn’t stay long as I felt kinda weird being completely alone so I decided I would shift back here and write in some friends (this was before I realized I could just do that automatically lol)

Describing the universes as how they are or felt is very difficult, the best way I can is that it is all real, and it’s experiencing this reality in a different lens (obviously it isn’t this reality but that’s just how I describe it)

I hope this helps you out a bit!! You’ve got this, and when you do shift PLEASE I WANNA HEAR ABOUT YOUR DR 👹👹👹

anyways happy shifting !!!