#apocalypse wip

[nativestarwrites]

Six Sentence Sunday

They’ve still got a punching bag set up in what’s left of the gym, but Roy wants to break something, he wants to leave a mark, something that will leave its mark on him. Bruised knuckles to remind him that he turned all that anger into pain. “Fuck!” he shouts, not caring who hears him. He’s far enough away from his room now that Jamie won’t hear. Roy left him sleeping, curled up around Keeley, her fingers running through his hair. He’d told them, haltingly, what he remembered.

From When Darkness Falls chapter 6 (or possibly 7 if it gets too long)

[sharkneto]

*twists your arm (gently) to share more of the apocalypse fic* 👀

Sorry I've been sitting on this for so long when I genuinely love sharing this fic. I just have such a hard time picking snips from it. I love it so much, it's hard to keep them reasonably sized. Have some of Five's first winter (CW starvation):

So, Five waits.

Parses out his food to ration.

Works on the math, mostly mentally so he doesn’t waste his little solar lanterns too much.

Talks to Delores.

Listens to the wind whistle and scream outside.

Learns his space by feel when the lanterns do run out of charge.

Re-parses out his food to smaller rations.

Does some more mental math.

Lays on his bed.

Tells Delores stories. Tells her about some of the missions he went on. Tells her about sneaking out to Griddy’s. Tells her about his siblings.

Runs out of food.

Checks on the storm.

Talks to Delores some more.

Sleeps.

Digs through every one of his bins to be sure he didn’t tuck food somewhere else.

Tries to do math.

Sits as long as he can stand near the entrance, just for a glimpse of sunlight in the bitter cold.

Whispers more stories to Delores.

Tries to eat some paper from his notebooks, but it’s tough and worse than nothing.

Sleeps more.

Gives up on the math; he can’t focus enough.

Sleeps.

Sleeps.

Sleeps.

Five startles from another doze to frown at where he knows Delores is in the dark. “No,” he croaks at her and then rolls over, pulling every blanket he owns tighter around himself.

He groans. Tosses again. If he had another pillow, he’d pull it over his head so he could block out Delores’ insistent voice, louder than it’s been in days. And it would be warmer, having something else over his head.

“Shhh,” he hisses at her.

Five manages to ignore her for another minute before he relinquishes and braves pulling the covers down enough to send her a proper glare. “Let me sleep.”

He’s so tired. And cold. But mostly tired.

“It’s only been…” Five trails off as he tries to wrangle his thoughts into something coherent. His brain feels slow and heavy. It’s hard to keep track of time, too, in the darkness of his bunker. It’s been a few days since he ran out of food? Something like that. And that means about a week before that as he ate through his pitiful supply.

Huh. Means it’s probably December now. Almost Christmas.

Five’s thoughts swirl vaguely about that. He feels like maybe he should feel more about the fact that he really hasn’t eaten in a week. He stopped feeling hungry a couple days ago. Now he’s just tired. So tired.

Delores pulls him back to the conversation with a sharp comment.

“I can’t,” he snaps. “If you hadn’t noticed it’s still storming outside. I can’t go out to get more food.”

Her blunt reply does make him pause. He strains his ears, listening.

It might be a bit quieter.

[you-are-my-neverland]

you ever watch or listen to something and all of a sudden there’s a whole duology in your head that must be written immediately. anyways: apocalypse fiction anyone? a hint of supernatural worldbuilding and spiritual sensitivity? friends that go through life and death situations? other things that are half formed in my head? 

[ image id: a wall of text in times new roman font, with several sections blacked out. it reads:

THE PREMISE

a duology that spans an apocalypse and then the post-apocalypse world.

BOOK ONE follows the apocalyptic event itself and the aftermath. [several lines of blacked out text]

There are two categories of monsters: Soul Stealers and Sun Eaters (commonly collated as suneaters). Soul Eaters are wraiths, humanoid shadows with glowing silver centers where the human heart would be. [wall of blacked out text]. Sun eaters are Soul Stealers monstrous companions. [sentence of blacked out text]

BOOK TWO is set ten years after the apocalypse and the events of book one. It follows a handful of young initiates who begin training to be Seekers/Guards, those who can traverse the wastelands and combat Soul Stealers and Sun Eaters. / end id]

[myhusbandsasemni]

I think I'm creating the most relatable character right now.

Beau's like "Zombies? No problem. Some random stranger being mad at me? I would rather die."

[hopepunk-priest]

OC Ares

Apocalypse WIP

"Fuck, everything's gone to shit and like, that's my mom. She's called every day since we got our first case, and she's probably low on food, I mean we are, and -"

[wxnderingluna]

they are so silly :3 (they are deeply traumatized)

[umbrvx]

🍭

[azuli-bean]

u might know what theme this is

[kvalentineart]

Nothin’ to see here, just mom and dad being in love with eachother 🤷‍♀️

#WIP of Rick and Michonne by- @kvalentineart

Please repost with creds! 🥰 🫶

[truths33k3r4]

Me and a close friend were chatting about the ending of Cass Apocalyptic Series... And I wanted to say a little something about it. :)

C.A.S was one of the biggest reasons that I found my way into the TMNT Fandom here on Tumblr and Youtube. It all began with me finding a dub of the comic, and eventually, I got on Tumblr and read it for myself. :)

C.A.S was one of the first TMNT drawings I've ever drawn.. Or- rather, one of the first that I traced and colored over. But these drawings led me to create my OWN story and AU.

So, I want to thank @somerandomdudelmao, for creating the amazing, chilling, hilarious, and devastating comic series. So many times I burst out laughing. So many times my heart twisted and pulsed for the wonderful characters. The story was incredible and the art, even more so. :)

THANK YOU CASS. THANK YOU FOR BEING AN INSPIRATION. :) I wish you the best of luck with your next projects!

~ A super grateful fan, who will truly miss your comic with all her heart,

Melissa

[nartothelar]

some prime sad/distressed ingo’s for the next apocalypse update

[nativestarwrites]

WIP Wednesday

Wasn't sure what to share today, as everything is just a little bit spoilery. But I wrote 800 words this evening (which is more than I usually manage) and part of it was finishing off this scene. Remember that snip I shared yesterday about Roy being adamant he wasn't going to pass on Keeley's hug...

“You good?” “Mmm, I’m good. I’m hungry. Starving actually. I’m—” Anything else gets cut off by Roy pulling him in for a hug, maybe a little too forcefully, if the way Jamie stumbles a little is any indication. But Roy hadn’t even known he was going to hug Jamie until his body was doing it, his instincts bypassing his brain and screaming to him that he needed to do this. He needed to feel Jamie, whole and alive in his arms, not a dream, not a nightmare and not an illusion. “Uh, what’s this for?” “Keeley. She asked me to pass it on, came by last night.” “Keeley, huh?” Jamie replies unconvinced, he can be an annoyingly observant twat when he wants to be. But he also tightens his arms around Roy, letting himself be held as much and as long as Roy needs. Fucking prick. God, Roy’s missed him.

[silvesary]

me omw to the design an au clover that i will never explain convention

[inkedberries]

zombie apocalypse au

more of this au!! but about something else lmao this is alpha team! they also belong to wolfwood's camp. their team is the first to head out to a distant town away from their camp to secure a path that is safe to pass through so they can acquire supplies. zazie is a vet, therefore the designated doctor of the camp😂 also, razlo is the dog. he's livio's dog but he listens to elendira more💙

[hopepunk-priest]

OC: Jayne

Apocalypse WIP

She wanted to run. Her blood rushed, she started sweating, her hands were shaking. Run. Run. Run. The sounds it made were wild and horrible. It twitched and growled erratically. Run. RUN.

[tomaturtles]

IT'S KAWOSHIN DAY!!! As well as the last day of Kawoshin Week :') It's been such a blast, gonna miss it when it's over

Kawoshin Week Day 7: Cuddling/domestic fluff! + Sleepover and Spinoffs (again)! Based on the Campus Apocalypse sleepover chapter ☺️